Raising You This Small Stuff

It has been some time since Mo Yiyan was discharged from the hospital, and Mo Yicheng's assistant still failed to return to his post, and the actor had notified Kan Ming that he could help him find a suitable life assistant.

"Is Brother Chen going to sing in the future? That's why I don't come here to work." Yuan Suo was not used to seeing Chen Jiao for several days.

Mo Yicheng put the arranged fruit plate on the coffee table and sat down beside Yuansuo, "Chen Jiao's music career will get better and better in the future, so it is a good thing to leave us. But..."

"But what?" Yuan Suo paused when she was resuming comments.

"However, he is not going to work now because he is trapped."

"Stuck?" Yuan Suo was a little worried, "Is there any danger?"

Mo Yicheng smiled, and then suddenly narrowed his eyes, with a dangerous light, "It's a bit...dangerous." As he talked to his body, I wished to feel the heat in his ear and felt the heat of the opponent's breathing, embarrassed Hiding back, shrinking his neck timidly.

"Then... Then, do we want to help?" Yuan Suo still didn't understand what Mo Yicheng meant by "danger".

"Want to help?" Mo Yicheng stared at the small thing leaning against the corner of the sofa with a hunting gaze.

Yuan Suo Yin felt wrong, but nodded, "I want to help."

"But," Mo Yicheng's voice suddenly became low, "You are already overwhelmed by it now."

"What do you mean?" Yuan Xuan was unable to retreat, and was tightly circled. When her shoulders suddenly cooled, she realized that the buttons of her pajamas were unbuttoned.

Mo Yicheng grinned, "This question is too esoteric, I'm afraid the language is difficult to explain clearly, it needs to be practiced..."

The next day.

Mo Yicheng was awakened by his biological clock. The person in his arms was still asleep, his body was warm, and the fragrance of the shower gel was refreshing.

The slightly callused finger pads gently rubbed the pink earlobes, because the slightly frowned brows that were disturbed by the dreams were so delicate and cute, Mo Yicheng took a deep breath, and had to suppress it to not bite down.

Last night, he still didn't have the heart to make the last step. He looked surprised and scared at the little thing, and he could only tell himself to wait a little longer. This kind of thing was impatient.

"Hmm..." Yuan Suo felt the movement around him and woke up in a daze. Seeing Mo Yicheng looking at him, some confused eyes gradually cleared up, thinking of what happened last night, the blush on his face immediately crawled. Coming up, even the neck was dyed with a layer of pale pink, just like peach petals in spring.

Mo Yicheng squeezed Yuansuo’s ears amusedly, “Well, it’s the same as for the year, come out, there will be only two of us, don’t be shy.”

Wouldn't it, why not be shy? Mo Yicheng was like a big bad wolf yesterday, the kind that can eat little rabbits with his fangs.

"Don't you have a live interview on the ZZ platform today? Don't you want to get up and prepare?" Mo Yicheng patted twice on the small quilt bag.

May Suo's dull voice come out, "I will interview you at night."

"But you have to prepare in advance. Maybe the article of the elf party you posted yesterday will have new feedback, don't you want to check it out?"

Mo Yicheng succeeded in deceiving people... to persuade him to come out, and then he was a good bully by pinching his small chin, and his fangs came out again without hiding...

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In the evening, the platform interview started on time.

Although the interview was conducted through Lianmai at home, it was after all the first time for Yuan Suo...Apart from that part-time naval service, this was the first time Yuan Suo accepted an interview and interacted with people in public.

Mo Yicheng prepared a tablet computer to facilitate typing and communication.

"Don't be nervous, and me, you can just say everything you want." Mo Yicheng comforted.

"Ok!"

The event started on time at 19:00, and the number of people online was probably more than 20,000. In addition to the popularity of Yonsuo, the original audience of the program still accounted for more than half.

The host is a girl with a very sweet voice, "I am very happy today to invite Dudu, the author of the recently popular comic book "The Best You" on the Internet. Dudu will say hello to everyone."

As soon as the host's voice fell, the comment area immediately brushed up the "hug" emoji symbolizing welcome.

Yuan Suo turned on the microphone, his heartbeat was like a drum, but turned his head to see Mo Yicheng who was full of trust, and suddenly became calmer. I must not lose face in front of Mo Yicheng!

"Hello everyone, I am Dudu, the author of "The Best You"." There was still a hint of tension in the voice of Yuansuo, but the audience completely ignored it, and started a crazy screen mode.

Wow, it turned out to be a boy, I always thought it was a little sister! ! !

Subverting the Three Views, turned out to be a boy!

Of course it is a boy who is so cute!

Your focus is crooked, the big voice is so soft and cute!

This sound has dropped! ! ! (﹃)

Hug home hug home~

I love you so much!

Mo Yicheng looked at the various fancy confessions in the comment area, his mouth sank slightly, typed a few words in the comment box, and clicked send.

[Sorry, the relevant laws stipulate that users must log in to speak]

Only then did Mo Yicheng realize that he hadn't logged in at all, just in the state of tourists browsing.

Just when the actor was entangled in whether he should register a platform account immediately, Yuan Suo has gradually adapted to this form of dialogue. The hostess also took good care of him and made a good joke from time to time. Comment area It was boiling again.

Registration requires mobile phone verification, and Mo Yicheng entered his mobile phone number.

[The number has been registered. 】

Registered? How could it be... Mo Yicheng patted his forehead and then remembered that the time he came to help Chen Sheng for game promotion, Chen Sheng registered the number with his mobile phone.

Click again to enter the interface, enter the mobile phone number, and log in directly with the verification code without a password.

"So Dudu, some fans noticed that your Weibo account profile says: Mo Yicheng's elf. Is Mo Yicheng your idol?" The host started asking questions about selecting fans.

"Yes." Yuan Suo encountered such a problem in the comment section before, and he answered honestly every time. Mo Yicheng is indeed a person he likes and admires!

"Then did the character creation prototype of your comic come from him? Because we noticed that the protagonist of the comic is also an actor."

How to answer this question? Willing to look at Mo Yicheng for help.

Mo Yicheng finally logged in to his account, but he had not had time to enter the live broadcast room on his computer.

Mo Yicheng typed on the blank document: No.

This question really needs to be answered carefully. If you don't answer it well, it will be said to be hot and thigh hug.

"No, there is no prototype." Although he was a little lost, but knowing that Mo Yicheng was protecting himself, Yuan Suo answered obediently.

"Okay. Then there are netizens who want to know if Dudu can reveal the next plot, everyone is very curious!"

Wish to think about it for a while, and follow my outline...

"Next, the elf is about to get into trouble." Thinking of her experience as a navy soldier, Yuan Suo was a little embarrassed.

"Get into trouble? The elf has always been very good! This is a big surprise. Is it convenient to reveal what happened?"

"Um... I was tricked into selling expired biscuits!"

"Sell... small biscuits?" The host was not sure.

"Yeah! I also had a conflict with the customer and quarreled...that someone else was a moldy biscuits..." The more he said, the lower his voice.

Suddenly someone in the comment area noticed something

[Why is this little cookie so familiar! ]

[Yes, not only that, but the big voice is also very familiar! ]

[Where did I hear it! ]

[It's the cute cookie before, and my alarm is still the cute audio with spray circles! ]

[Really? ? ? ]

Wish Suo saw everyone's speculation, and immediately covered her mouth in fright, how can she be so stupid! Why are you talking about biscuits? It would be miserable if it was discovered!

And at this moment, the live broadcast room didn’t know why a wave of people suddenly came in. There were probably dozens of people coming in at the same time, with some expressions of [poop] [vomit], and some of them were copied beforehand. Personally offensive words.

A large area of ​​screen refreshing immediately disrupted the rhythm of the live broadcast room, and the administrator acted quickly to ban the account from the live broadcast room. But those slanderous words and expressions were stuck in Yuansuo's eyes like needles, and his heart was painful and sad.

[The painting is not very good, and the enthusiasm of the big coffee, my brother Cheng is really bad for eight life! ]

[The author sees it as an obscene maniac, thinking of himself as an elf, relying on others to feed, parasites! ]

...

If it were a purely personal attack, Yuan Suo would probably not be so sad, but the language of those attacks seemed to come from the mouths of people who have read the comics, that is, the readers. This is the most deadly, for a fledgling newcomer creator. The blow is fatal!

This wave of sunspots came quickly and swiftly, but the administrator's actions were also fast, and there were more than 20,000 real little cute audiences. Everyone worked together and quickly suppressed the sunspots.

Mo Yicheng looked at Yuansuo's sudden depression, frowned, hugged Yuansuo's shoulder, and silently encouraged. It is inevitable to blame myself, and I didn't think about making appropriate emergency preparations before the show.

The tips of the **** that were placed on the legs of Yuan Suo got cold, and he held his pants nervously, smiled at Mo Yicheng, and signaled that he was okay.

The host sincerely apologized like the interviewer, and then continued the interview.

The live broadcast room returned to normal again, but the atmosphere was obviously depressed.

Mo Yicheng took out his mobile phone, edited a message and sent it to Kan Ming. After the holiday, Kan Ming's complexion was darker by two shades. When he received the message, he was buying home appliances for Perfei in the game mall. Kan Ming immediately replied: I understand, I will find out who did it in the shortest time.

Mo Yicheng put down his phone, still a little worried, but at the moment he didn't know what he could do. Looking at the comments scrolling in the comment area, Mo Yicheng clicked on the comment box.

[The best you, the best Dudu. ] Click Send.

A purple light flashed on the screen immediately, and Mo Yicheng's reply was embedded in the purple light and appeared prominently in the center of the screen.

Mo Yicheng was stunned for a moment, is...Does everyone look at their comments like this? Then found that Yuan Suo opened his mouth wide and was shocked by something on the screen, and turned his head to look at him stiffly.

At the same time, the comment area in the live broadcast room was almost maxed out!

[Ahhhhhhhh, was I blind just now? ]

[It's Mo Yicheng's number! ]

[Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m crazy w(Д)w]

[I took a screenshot, it’s the real number! ]

[Has an account? ]

"Mo...Mo..." Yuan Suo's lips trembled.

Mo Yicheng was also stunned for a few seconds before realizing that his own number is actually different from others. Every comment will be displayed in a spectacular form in the eye-catching area above the comment area because of its special function. !