Quick Wear: Host, are you playing here?

The spacious living room was decorated in a cool style. The girl was wearing pajamas and finally got the camera right. She fixed her phone on the table, facing the camera.

"Hello, everyone!"

Hua Xia greeted the camera, and soon the popularity of the live broadcast room soared, directly rushing to the top of the Tomato Live list, and the barrage of comments was refreshed very quickly.

"Hello, Fashen."

"hello."

Hua Xia frowned at the name and corrected him, "Don't bother me."

So the comments started asking what her name was, and Hua Xia said, "Let's call her Qianqian, it sounds better."

250: [Host, why did you suddenly start live streaming...]

The barrage began to flood the screen with the word Qianqian. Hua Xia said to Erbaiwu, "I have a tendency to go viral. I really miss the days when I was a first-line star and was admired by thousands of people."

This brought back bad memories for 250, and he asked: [Host, you are not going to beat up your fans again this time, are you?]

Hua Xia narrowed her eyes and smiled: "How could that be."

"What am I doing?" Hua Xia repeated the barrage's words and replied, "Oh, I'm getting ready for breakfast now!"

Hua Xia brought up the contents of the plate to show everyone. There was a fried egg and a sandwich on it.

Barrage: "Qianqian, when will you start a game live broadcast?"

Hua Xia was very easy to talk to and agreed.

Barrage: "Qianqian, did you just wake up?"

Hua Xia: "Yes."

Barrage: "Qianqian, do you have a fixed live broadcast time every day?"

Hua Xia was about to answer when the man placed a cup of hot milk in front of her.

A cold voice sounded: "Eat!"

Hua Xia shut up and saw Du Lin walk over and sit down next to her. Uncle Li in the distance was making crazy gestures at Hua Xia, probably saying that Du Lin was in a bad mood. Hua Xia blinked.

At this moment, the barrage went crazy, and everyone was asking who the man who was speaking was.

Many people also said that this person has a nice and charming voice, and guessed that the owner of the voice must be very handsome.

Hua Xia glanced at Du Lin and agreed very much.

"I'll just do a short food show." Hua Xia said and started to eat breakfast seriously. If she didn't eat, Du Lin would look at her as if he wanted to smash her phone.

After dinner, the man got up and went to the study. Uncle Li hurriedly followed him.

"Master Du, it's not a good idea for Miss Fei to broadcast live in the villa. If something gets out, it won't be good after all."

Du Lin paused, looked at the person who was now curled up on the sofa, talking and laughing on the phone, and shook his head: "Let her do it."

Finally, he explained: "It's better than playing games all day long."

Uncle Li: Sure enough, people’s tolerance level will continue to decrease...

Netizens watching the live broadcast saw the figure of the man passing by and asked Hua Xia: "Is that man with a nice voice the one wearing sunglasses sitting in the first row during the finals?"

Hua Xia: "Yes."

Everyone was very curious and asked if the two were in a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship. After all, who wouldn't want to have a handsome boyfriend with a bunch of men in black following him?

Hua Xia smiled and said nothing.

While everyone was waiting for the answer, in the study, the man downloaded a live broadcast software, registered and entered the live broadcast room without much skill, and saw the questions from netizens, and subconsciously became nervous.

The bright girl on the screen blinked her eyes and said, "No."

It was clearly an expected answer, but for some reason Du Lin felt a sense of emptiness in his heart. The inexplicable sadness came so strongly that it almost made it difficult for him to breathe.

After a long time, the comment section was already talking about other things, but Du Lin was still immersed in that "no" answer.

Finally, he moved, tapping the input box with his bony fingers, and finally pressed send.

After Hua Xia said that games and live streaming were just for fun, Du Lin’s words were quickly drowned out by a barrage of comments asking if Hua Xia had a job. They flashed by so quickly that they disappeared.

Du Lin posted: Will it be like this in the future?

Will this be the kind of relationship we will have in the future? A relationship between lovers, a relationship that will never separate?

Looking at the buried words is like looking at one's own buried thoughts.

Du Lin has always known what he is thinking, probably since the first time they met in the basement. She called him and he wanted to leave but was unable to. After his clothes were grabbed, he was destined to be trapped and unable to escape.

Du Lin's eyes were dim. Perhaps he showed it too obviously. Probably everyone in the Gufan Gang, including Uncle Li, knew about it.

Could she not know? Maybe she just didn't want to know.

Du Lin didn't say anything because he didn't see any emotion in Hua Xia's eyes when she looked at him, as if he was just an insignificant passerby, like a flash among the thousands of comments.

The host didn't speak for a long time, just staring at the camera in a daze, and question marks appeared in the barrage area.

Hua Xia was clearly just looking at the camera, but Du Lin inexplicably felt that she was staring at him.

After a long time, the girl on the screen said something that puzzled everyone.

Her calm voice sounded faintly: "Probably, in the long, long future."

"What can you do?"

"What can you do?"

No one understood what this sentence meant, only Du Lin, who was in the same study room, knew that a glass of water on the table was suddenly knocked over, and the water spread all over the table.

When it flowed through the computer plug, it sparked a spark, and the next second, the huge screen of the notebook flashed and then went black.

Just like the short-circuited brain of the man sitting motionless at the table, it no longer works.

Downstairs, Hua Xia shook her head: "Nothing."

250 was also confused: [Host, what are you daydreaming about? Let's stop the live broadcast. The comments are all asking what you do for a living. ]

Hua Xia looked at the barrage: "Work? I have a job."

Hana: "What kind of job? Um... a civil servant, I guess."

Hua Xia: "Are civil servants so rich? Are civil servants rich? I don't know. I don't seem to have a salary card."

Hua Xia suddenly realized: "Yeah, why don't they pay me? What's going on that I suddenly don't want to work anymore?"

250: [...The undercover is a policeman, so it's not wrong to say he is a civil servant, but... Host, why would an undercover like you care about your salary? ]

Barrage: "What kind of civil servant is this? It's impossible for a civil servant not to get paid, right?"

Hua Xia's eyes flickered. Yes, in this world she had a proper job and she couldn't lose her salary!

250 had a bad feeling. As expected, Hua Xia said to the live broadcast interface: "What civil servant? Undercover, right? Does the police count?"

"Where did I lie? I was in the Qinglong Gang, but later I changed jobs."

"What? Are you still lying down? I am lying down, I am lying down."

"Bragging? Let's do a live broadcast next time."

There was too much information. There was a sound of something falling to the ground on the spiral staircase in front of the living room. Looking in the direction of the sound, I saw the elderly Uncle Li, bending over and reaching out to hold something, without moving.

In front of him were the computer host and other parts that were smashed into pieces.

Hua Xia walked over and helped Uncle Li up: "Uncle Li? Why did you take the computer down?"