The straight male host was forced to love him by the villain

the next day. Lin was woken up by Sang Zhaoguang in his later years, and he was in a daze while brushing his teeth until he walked out of the door.

The cool air of the morning blew on my face, and my tiredness dissipated, and I woke up instantly.

The shopping mall was still very cold in the morning, with few people here and there. However, the vegetable market was crowded with people, and the mobile breakfast stalls were filled with smoke.

After a customer stood up after eating, Lin Wannian pulled Sang Zhaoguang and quickly took the seat: "What kind of rice rolls do you want to eat?"

"Let's have green vegetable sausage." Sang Zhaoguang had just recovered from Lin's fierce operations in his later years and answered without thinking.

In his later years, Lin called to the boss who was busy at work: "Boss, one portion of vegetable sausage and two portions of meat and egg rice rolls."

"Okay!" The landlady raised her head and glanced at the source of the sound, a cheerful voice sounded.

After breakfast, they started shopping in the mall, buying refrigerators, tableware, tableware, etc. at special prices, and then asked the mover to drive over and help take them upstairs.

After buying fixed items for disposal, I went to the vegetable market to buy meat and vegetables for today and tomorrow.

Sang Zhaoguang would buy whatever Lin liked to eat in his later years.

After shopping around for a long time, I went back, installed tables, arranged decorations, and worked hard all day. The originally cold rental house had a lot of furniture.

"Today we will eat roasted duck, braised shrimps in oil, stir-fried meat with leeks and bean sprouts, and scrambled eggs with chopped peppers. Sang Zhaoguang, please prepare the ingredients." Lin said the names of the dishes in his later years.

"it is good."

Sang Zhaoguang was responsible for preparing and cooking the dishes, while Lin was responsible for filming in his later years.

Before starting, Lin Wannian glanced at him a few times: "Sang Zhaoguang, do you want to appear on camera or not?"

"Don't appear on camera, I'm a little shy about the camera." Sang Zhaoguang said a little embarrassed.

"Oh, sure. I'll help you shoot it, and you'll have to do the subtitles and editing later on yourself."

"Okay." Sang Zhaoguang had no objection.

Lin WanNian made an OK gesture and the video started.

Although the first recording was not a live broadcast, Sang Zhaoguang was a little confused because there were people watching.

In his later years, Lin saw on the screen that he had put in three small spoons of salt and said coldly: "Are you trying to salt me ​​to death?"

"No. Sorry." Sang Zhaoguang came back to his senses, a little at a loss.

In his later years, Lin wanted to curse, but he still endured it: "Concentrate on your food, don't think too much, just treat me as transparent."

"Yeah." Sang Zhaoguang could keenly feel Lin's anger in his later years. He quickly adjusted his mentality. If Lin's later years felt that he couldn't even cook, then there would be no possibility for them to cooperate anymore. No, he wouldn't allow it. things happen.

"Continue." Lin said in his later years.

Fortunately, Sang Zhaoguang was a little cautious in the later shots, but he managed to get it done.

After putting the four dishes and one soup into the pot, Lin Wannian clicked "Finish".

Throwing the phone back to Sang Zhaoguang, he went to the cupboard and took out a large soup bowl, scooped half of the rice out of the rice cooker, then divided the four dishes into three quarters and put them into a nice platter, and added a bottle of Oriental leaves. .

Lin brought it into the bedroom in his later years, leaving only one sentence: "Remember to wash the dishes after you finish eating."

"it is good."

Sang Zhaoguang watched Lin close the door in his old age, then looked at the video on his phone, then at the food on the table, and sighed softly, no matter what, take it step by step.

After uploading tonight's video, it's already 8:30 pm.

In his later years, Lin took the dishes and chopsticks and left them in the kitchen for Sang Zhaoguang to clean, while he went to take a shower.

It didn't matter to Lin in his later years that two grown men lived together and shared a bathroom, and Sang Zhaoguang wouldn't say anything.

After Sang Zhaoguang washed the dishes and walked out of the kitchen, he saw that Lin was only wearing a towel around his waist. His body was white and clean, and the places that should be red were very red. Coupled with that beautiful face, he couldn't help but be fascinated. , when he realized what he was looking at, he quickly lowered his head and turned his back.

In his later years, Lin glanced at Sang Zhaoguang and saw that he looked like he had seen a ghost, grinding his teeth in his mouth, pretending not to see it, and walked back to the bedroom.

Damn it, you really can't change your lust.

With a "bang", the door was slammed shut.

In his later years, Lin changed his clothes and complained to the system: "077, that Sang Zhaoguang is not that bitch like Sang Shiyan, I'm eating W live."

"Oh, what a grudge. Let him let go of the past. Moreover, Sang Zhaoguang has not done anything morally corrupt in this plane. No matter how much you reject him, don't reject him so obviously."

"I wanted to accept him, but seeing his resemblance to his face, I couldn't remember what that bitch did to me."

077 was speechless and muttered in a low voice: "It sounds like you have never done anything sorry for him."

Lin's cold eyes came over in his later years: "Huh? Dahuang, what are you talking about?"

"Okay, dear host, you have to adjust your mentality and accept Sang Zhaoguang as soon as possible. Otherwise, if this continues, your mentality will collapse sooner or later. Don't lose more than you gain."

077 said, turned over, kicked his legs and swung his little feet, leisurely.

The system's words made Lin sober in his later years. It is true that he did not adjust well and treated Sang Zhaoguang differently than Sang Shiyan. If Sang Zhaoguang's depression index increased, he would be killed directly. He did it with great difficulty. How could he be willing to accept that his account was gone like this?

Forget it, wait until the live broadcast is over before talking to Sang Zhaoguang.

In his later years, Lin rubbed his long forehead and clicked on the live broadcast.

With the traffic provided by the platform yesterday, as soon as he started the live broadcast today, hundreds of netizens clicked in.

[Anchor, the broadcast is finally on. You kept me waiting. ]

[yes. ]

Lin explained in his later years: "I went to the mall to buy some household items today. After a whole day of work, I was exhausted."

[This is always the case when moving into a new home. The first and second days are exhausting. ]

In his later years, Lin looked at the barrages above and chatted with the netizens.

The number of online views reached more than a thousand, so he clicked PK and connected randomly.

"Okay, today's PK begins."

[Come on, let our Caicaiba produce oil and give back to the major netizens. ]

Netizens are making noise online.

In the next room.

Sang Zhaoguang carefully edited every frame, and Lin's cheerful laughter in his later years could be heard.

The movements of his hands stopped, and he couldn't help but feel a little absent-minded. Thinking about the past few days between the two of them, he had never seen his old age smiling at him, and he even hated himself a little.

Sang Zhaoguang lowered his head and thought sadly.

Is it discrimination because he has hearing problems? Still looking down on him.

Then why do you want to share a room with him?

He didn't understand, and he also looked forward to Yilin's intentions in his later years.

The laughter next door faded away, Sang Zhaoguang blinked, saved the video, and changed the IDs on all major platforms to: Just cook for him

Then upload your own videos to each platform.

Clicking on Lin's live broadcast room in his later years, looking at the familiar bedroom and familiar people, Sang Zhaoguang raised his fingertips to touch the face across the screen.

This is probably how you can touch his face.

Lin used to live broadcast at nine o'clock in his later years, and when the live broadcast reached twelve o'clock, he said goodbye to his fans.

After turning off the live broadcast, he exhaled, picked up the oriental leaves that were still in shape and drank them into his stomach. After waiting for a while, he picked up his phone to check tonight's data.

Due to last night's showdown, the number of viewers today remains at hundreds of thousands, the number of fans has increased by more than 10,000, and the rewards have doubled compared to yesterday.

But doing live broadcasts like this every night will definitely exhaust his energy. He is still young and wants to lie down for a few years.

In his later years, Lin looked at the replay record and had an idea instantly.

When he was downloading the replay archive, Sang Zhaoguang's voice came from the door.

"In your old age, would you like something to eat?"

Lin didn't even raise his head in his later years: "Make shrimp porridge. Add more shrimps."

"it is good."

Then there were footsteps, and Sang Zhaoguang went to work.

In his later years, Lin edited some funny clips with certain anchors in the replays, added some dubbing, and made several videos. First, he posted a video of a confrontation with an anchor with a large number of fans and uploaded it to Douyin.

Not long after it was posted, many of his 60,000 followers liked and left comments.

[Naicai, why haven’t you slept yet? I’ll give you a little red heart and forward it to your circle of friends]

[Hahaha, I can’t stop laughing. Even Ling Meizi was raped by Cai Cai. ]

The comment area was very active, and soon there were thousands of likes. Then the video gained platform traffic and was promoted more, allowing more passers-by to watch it repeatedly out of curiosity and follow the anchor by the way.

On the dining table, the living room is filled with the faint aroma of shrimp, meat and rice.

Lin was drinking in his later years and looked up at Sang Zhaoguang, who was sitting next to him. He was indeed from New Oriental, and his cooking skills are beyond words.

He bit his lip, then let it go. After being troubled, he finally said, "I'm a little grumpy today. Didn't I scare you?"

Sang Zhaoguang was flattered and shook his head quickly: "It's okay. What you said is true. If you don't say it, it will make me even more uncomfortable."

"Yeah." The other person said this, which made Lin feel embarrassed in his later years. He took a mouthful of thick porridge.

Sang Zhaoguang said softly: "I don't think there is much money to publish that video now, otherwise I will find another job so that I can pay the rent with you."

The porcelain white spoon hit the porcelain bowl and made a crisp impact sound.

Lin put down his spoon in his later years: "You have to persist in this kind of thing. You just need to cook and feed me properly. This will be counted in the monthly rent."

"But in my old age, I don't have much money." Sang Zhaoguang looked embarrassed.

Young man, your luck lies ahead. Lin intertwined his hands in his later years: "What do you think you can do now?"

"Send some takeout and express delivery."

"Then can you cook for me on time every day? Deliver express delivery and takeout all day long. If you want to go to and from get off work as usual, is this possible?"

Sang Zhaoguang murmured: "It seems impossible."

A hand fell on his shoulder. He raised his head and saw the man who had been sitting some distance away coming closer, with his hand still on his shoulder. He looked at Lin Nianni and saw the lips moving.

"So just cook for me and stick with it for a week or two. If the account can't be built, find another way out. Don't worry, I'm still here."