Quick Wear: Host, are you playing here?

Hua Xia lost her expression instantly. She looked up at the Lord God, whose voice suddenly dropped by eight hundred degrees in the second half of his sentence: "No, I'm not yelling at you... I, just, well, I was born with a loud voice..."

Even though he was between the two of them, Han Jingmo's heart seemed to have sunk to the bottom. He was an outsider. This man noticed Mu Yang's every move. It seemed that there was a barrier between them that others could enter without any problem, but outsiders could not fit in.

And he was that outsider.

Luo Zheng was keenly aware of the tense atmosphere and broke it by saying, "Let's go in and talk first. Let's go in first. There are always a group of paparazzi hanging around outside this hotel all year round."

Han Jingmo walked in first, taking Hua Xia with him who was tugging at his sleeve.

After entering the lobby, the light suddenly became brighter. Zhu Shen lifted his hood, revealing a... bruised face.

"..."

The green stain on it was completely invisible in the darkness just now, but now under the light of the huge crystal chandelier, it looks shocking.

Not only that, when I turned my sight, I saw that the man's right hand, which had been hanging by his side and had not moved, was bent at a strange angle. It was either dislocated or broken...

However, this man remained calm and had been struggling with them outside for a long time, as if he did not feel any pain.

I don’t know whether to say he is strong or has a problem with his brain. He is running around with such serious injuries.

"Mr. Zhu, what are you doing..." Was he beaten up? Luo Zheng paused in the middle of his words, suddenly remembering the popular emoticon pack. No way, no way...

"Oh, it's okay." Zhu Shen glanced at his broken arm and said leisurely, "It's just a minor injury, a minor injury. Yangyang was just joking with me."

Just kidding...

Luo Zheng looked at his boss worriedly. His boss is old and can't stand such a joke.

Han Jingmo looked at Zhu Shen and said to Luo Zheng, "Send Mr. Zhu to the hospital. All subsequent medical expenses will be paid through my account."

The implication of declaring sovereignty in these words is too obvious. Luo Zheng was confused for a moment. He didn't know whether to sigh that his boss was so skilled and bold, or to say that it was too early to say this now. Does Miss Mu know what you are thinking, boss?

"What are you doing standing still?"

Luo Zheng came back to his senses: "Okay, boss." He turned to Zhu Shen and said: "Teacher Zhu, let's go."

Zhu Shen wanted to say that he could handle this by himself, but just as he opened his mouth, Han Jingmo said, "Mr. Zhu, I hope you can be more dedicated. The recording will start in two days."

Finally, the Lord God, who was glanced at by Hua Xia, left after saying "What a trouble"

Hua Xia and Han Jingmo were left staring at each other.

In my mind, there are 250 questioning voices: [Host, I have checked the novel over and over again for eight hundred times, but there is still no character named Zhu Shen. This person is from the main world... Could it be that mysterious person? ]

Hua Xia replied: "Maybe it has been revised. The one you have is the old one."

250 is still muttering: [Zhushen, Zhushen...Lord God?]

[Lord God?!]

Hua Xia raised her hand and rubbed her ears, she was shocked.

"Are you allergic?"

"Hmm?" Hua Xia stopped moving as her wrist was grabbed.

"It's red." Han Jingmo frowned and stared at his ear that was rubbed red. He wanted to go to the hospital, but when he thought of someone in the hospital, he didn't say it.

"Go to another hospital."

The man's words seemed a little aggrieved, and they were fleeting like an illusion. Hua Xia raised her eyebrows slightly: "No, it's not an allergy.

"Ah."

......

"What is your relationship?" Han Jingmo asked after a moment of silence.

This is not a question that someone who is related to the director of a program should ask. Hua Xia blinked, thought for a moment and said, "We meet for the first time in this world today."

[......] There seems to be nothing wrong with saying this. 250 is also very curious. The Lord God actually disguises himself as an ordinary mortal and follows the host. His attitude towards the host is too strange.

Not only did he not mind being beaten like this, he also didn't dare to speak loudly to the host. This attitude can be said to be extremely doting.

But, originally, no one had ever heard of such a person in the main world.

The host's attitude was also a little strange. On the surface, he looked disgusted, but if you looked closely, he didn't have the coldness and indifference that he showed to other people.

It's different after all.

Han Jingmo didn't know whether he believed it or not, so he just said "OK" and asked Hua Xia to go back first, and then he walked towards the door.

Hua Xia returned to the room, looked at the black avatar of the new friend on her phone, was silent for a moment, and agreed.

The next second after I agreed, a picture of a hand in a plaster cast was sent to me, along with a string of emoticons saying "wuwuwu", which made me feel greasy.

Mu Yang is not a sheep: "Get lost."

Jie: "Stop playing and go back with your brother, please~"

The tilde looked so cheesy, but 250 didn't have time to feel cheesy when he saw the word "brother". His mind recalled the host's serious questioning. Wasn't the host's question "brother" an insult?

At this moment, he suddenly understood. No wonder the host said that brother was an insult. It turned out that it was because! The Lord God was the host's brother!

But! But! The Lord God has no father or mother, so where does his sister come from? !

At this moment, the system crashed and the database could not be restored for a long time.

Hua Xia didn’t reply this time and blocked him directly.

Too lazy to talk nonsense.

After a while, Han Jingmo came back and stood at the door with medicine and some food in his hands.

Hua Xia opened the door and let someone in. She handed Han Jingmo the message from the original owner's agent on her phone: "Xingyu wants to change people."

The news is that they want Hua Xia to take the initiative to ask the program to replace Xingyu with another artist to come to the variety show, under the name of substitute, but in fact they want to replace her.

It is not difficult to see that Hua Xia came to Han Jingmo after she had talked to him and it didn't work.

After all, after the pimping incident, Xingyu would definitely not bother to say anything more to her.

Sure enough, Han Jingmo said: "Well, I didn't agree."

"Agree." Hua Xia muttered while eating the shrimp in the bowl.

Han Jingmo was silent. He felt as if his heart had been stabbed by a knife several times that night and he felt quite uncomfortable.

I remembered the first time we met, when this person jumped into my arms. I remembered the Weibo post that day when he almost mentioned my name but only they knew it. And then... it seemed like there was nothing else.

So, he misunderstood...

After thinking about it for a while, he asked: "Why?"

Hua Xia suddenly looked up: "Why? Didn't you sign Zhu Shen as a guest? Let him be the guest. I'm leaving."

Oh, so that’s it?

"it is good.

For the next minute, the two sat face to face, and Han Jingmo watched Hua Xia picking out the shrimps without blinking, his eyes not moving at all.

After putting the last one into her mouth, Hua Xia raised her head from the bowl and suddenly asked, "Do you want to be my sponsor?"

The sudden change of topic, coupled with the content of the words, made Han Jingmo freeze in place for a moment. His expression was a little flustered, which was completely unlike the expression of a calm and steady old man who had grown up for many years.

"...No, not..." Han Jingmo's eyes drifted away. He stood up abruptly and walked out the door.

With the same hands and feet, he took out his cell phone from his pocket stiffly at the same time: "There's a call. I'll answer it."

There's a shit phone.

Hua Xia dropped the chopsticks in her hand, sat cross-legged on the sofa, took out her mobile phone and started playing games seamlessly, which made 250, who was recovering data and watching the game silently, stunned.