Raising You This Small Stuff

The air was quiet for a few seconds.

Mo Yicheng quickly recovered his thoughts from his surprise. Seeing that the little things around him had paled with fright and had turned off the microphone, he hurriedly spoke to comfort him, "It's okay, don't be nervous."

I am willing to nod and try my best to calm myself down. At this moment, there is only one thought in my mind, I must protect Mo Yicheng! Although he couldn't analyze the current situation clearly, his intuition told him that Mo Yicheng could not be exposed at this time. When he was in a hurry, a bright light suddenly flashed in his mind. Before, the solution to "spraying people" with the longbow was the solution. I insisted that my number was stolen! That is to say, Mo Yicheng can do the same, just say that the account was stolen!

"Mo Yicheng, I know how to do it, don't speak out now, and you will say that the account was hacked later!" Although there was a slight tremor in his voice, he was obviously calmer because of a solution.

As a result, Mo Yicheng refused without even thinking about it, "No way."

"Why?" I wondered.

Mo Yicheng didn't answer, he wanted to protect him, but he didn't want to protect the little things. He insisted that his account was stolen and the operation of the company would naturally be able to escape this incident, but this would push Dudu to the cusp of the storm. I'm afraid that Dudu's hype and thigh-holding will be "found".

In Yuansuo’s shocked gaze, Mo Yicheng turned on the microphone regardless of blocking, and then spoke in a very calm tone: "Haha, everyone sees it through. Actually, I am a fan of Dudu. I like his comics very much. , So as a friend, I sincerely hope that he gets better and better, and I also thank everyone for your support and love."

Mo Yicheng's remarks were natural and decent, like an interview draft prepared in advance, without the panic after falling off a horse and grabbing a bag.

The comment area that had been bombed once fell again. The comments passed quickly one by one, and the afterimages were almost brushed out.

[Σ(⊙▽⊙" is it really great?]

[It's exploded! Are these two people together? ]

[It’s not a prank, right? ]

[Ahhhhh, it's my momo! ]

[So the actor and Kawaii cutie are really a pair? ]

[Together]

The host was still weak in skill and was frightened by this sudden situation. He didn't calmly open his mouth several times and couldn't stabilize the situation well, but fortunately, he stumbled in the interview later.

After Mo Yicheng said once, he typed words like gold to answer the rest. Of course, even so, Mo Yicheng’s accidental appearance on live broadcasts has become a hot topic. The manuscripts are overwhelming, and it is also another speculation about “cute spray circles”. Some people compare the voice of wishing to the original “small spray circles”. "Lovely" was compared, and the similarity was extremely high. At that time, there were speculations about Little Cute and Mo Yicheng.

So all the way down, fans, black fans, and Gua Lu people are quite excited, and the most excited is the freshly baked CP fan.

At the end of the interview, hundreds of thousands of people had flooded in the live broadcast room, the server was almost squeezed and paralyzed, and many people were unable to squeeze in due to frequent freezes.

The interview is over. Mo Yicheng's cell phone was bombarded with one message after another, except for the company and Chen Sheng's Mo Yicheng.

Chen Sheng came up and sent two emoticons of the charred villain after being hacked.

"Boss, are you trying to promote the platform to the younger brother?"

Mo Yicheng replied with the most frightening smile.

"This time the account is recorded together with the last time."

Chen Shengguang speed voice reply.

"Don’t, brother, this account was registered voluntarily by you, and giving you the authority to be a top nobleman is affirmation of your noble status!!! Today’s matter is about you taking the number to your wife to wave the flag and shout, and the horse fell. , It has nothing to do with me!"

Mo Yicheng seemed to be quite satisfied with the term "wife", this time without a weird smile.

"Well, don't forget it this time, just remember the last time."

Chen Sheng: "..."

After arranging the following things, I turned around and saw that Yuan Suo was still nesting in the sofa and scanning Weibo nervously.

"Okay Dudu, go take a shower, or you will sleep too late."

"Hmm... good." Yi Suo answered, obviously focusing on the phone.

Mo Yicheng walked over, took his mobile phone, and tapped the tip of Yuansuo's nose, "Don't worry, no matter what happens, your Mo Yicheng can handle it well."

Yuan Suo raised his head, seeing Mo Yicheng's elegant and handsome face in the backlight, a little moved, nodded vigorously, "Hmm!"

"Then go, come back so that you can go to bed and rest."

Yuan Suo jumped off the sofa and ran to the bathroom with bare feet, was picked up by Mo Yicheng, and another mobile phone that was hidden in his pocket in slippers was also found, and then he drooped his head with red ears and made a mistake. The situation went into the bathroom.

It was already the next morning when Mo Yiyan called. Mo Yicheng got up and went to the living room to pick it up, afraid of waking up the unsettled wish yesterday.

"What happened last night, you have the urge to deal with it." Mo Yiyan's voice was still cold.

Mo Yicheng poured himself a glass of water and drank two sips, "It is not impulse, impulse represents regret and a better solution, but no matter how you think about it, this is the best result."

"You are right Dudu, it's not the best for you." Mo Yi said sternly.

Mo Yicheng smiled, "The best for him is the best for me."

Mo Yiyan was silent for a while, as if thinking about what his brother could say, "Yeah."

Mo Yicheng was a little surprised by his eldest brother's affirmative answer. Sure enough, love can change a person, "Brother."

"Ok?"

"Chen Jiao...Is it okay these days?" I heard from Mo Yixu that Chen Jiao is very close to Jiang Ge these days because of music issues, and I don't know where Qin Tianmin came out. Mo Yiyan was very troubled by stalking Chen.

Mo Yiyan said, his emotions didn't seem very high.

Mo Yicheng asked: "What's wrong?"

Mo Yiyan sighed and said, "It's okay, you just need to handle your own affairs, and we don't have to worry about our affairs."

Hanging up the phone and returning to the bedroom, Yuan Suo was already awake, but she was still up, sitting on the bed in a daze with the quilt, looking at Mo Yicheng sleepily.

"It's still early, and I can sleep for a while." The little things tossed over and over for most of the night last night, and it was more than one o'clock in the morning when I was quiet in my arms.

Yuan Suo shook his head, his disheveled hair made him more cute, "Dudu woke up."

Mo Yicheng shook his head helplessly, walked over, went into the quilt, and hugged the person in his arms again, wishing Suo's head to rest on Mo Yicheng's chest inexplicably relieved.

"Let's rest for a while. I'll call you later. I won't have work until night. Go to sleep..."

Mo Yicheng’s voice was very gentle. The sentence “Sleep” has its own hypnotic effect. I would like to leaning on the other party with peace of mind, and let out a long sigh of relief, as if a huge mountain is standing behind him, no matter what kind of This mountain can resist all the difficulties and obstacles for you.

Mo Yicheng freed up a hand and turned on the phone. As expected, although the heat of last night's affairs had subsided, it was still quite popular news...

Forget it, don't look at it. It's more important to sleep with a small thing. When Mo Yicheng thought of this, he turned off the phone and hugged the person tighter again. The breath was slowly entangled, and the thick curtain blocked the sun from coming in, but failed to stop the warm sun in the two of them.

now.

In a living room filled with the suffocating smell of tobacco and alcohol, a man lay on his back like mud, vomit still remaining on his clothes, and bottles of inferior liquor piled aside.

There was a rapid knock on the door, the man's face suddenly turned pale, his bloodshot eyes opened in horror, but he dared not make a sound.

Is it a debtor? ! Fang Gui did not dare to breathe. He didn't expect that the one million he had received from Kan Ming would be lost again so quickly, and not only that, he was also dragged into a bigger scam by a group of friends and friends, and he was already in debt after rolling down these days.

He had already contacted Kan Ming, and the other party was very tough and refused to give any more money. It just seemed that someone had been sent to protect his life in secret, so he dared to hide his debts at home so boldly.

The other party knocked a few more times, and a heavy foreign voice rang, "Charge for sanitation!"

I staggered and stood up, leaned on the cat’s eyes and looked out. It was indeed the man who used to collect sanitation fees before. He staggered back in relief, plunged into the bathroom, and poured some water into the pool. , A little more sober.

He decided to call Kan Ming again, and again, if the other party didn't pay any more, he would threaten him by jumping off the building! If he is dead, don't even think about the elf!

Picking up the phone, he didn't move his finger at the location very much. Kan Ming didn't answer, and Fang Gui cursed. Suddenly a few news feeds came in, Fang Gui didn't want to deal with it, he slipped his hand and clicked in, and then he was firmly attracted by the words "Mo Yicheng's Little Elf".

Although Fang Gui was depraved, his mind was still very bright. Read it a little bit-the story of the actor and the elf, Mo Yicheng and this painter named Dudu. After browsing a large number of pictures of Mo Yicheng, Fang Gui finally found his familiar face in a group photo at a charity party-Kan Ming! Digging further along the way, although not like Chen Jiao who can be found in almost every airport photo event, it is certain that this Kan Ming is also a staff member beside Mo Yicheng!

He seemed to be keenly smelling something, the expression on his face became richer and richer, and the last pair of bloodshot eyes was already glowing with excitement and greed.