The president is always unhappy [Transmigration Book]

Song Yuanzhou couldn't stand it after the live broadcast. He took out a few bright red tomatoes from the refrigerator, cut them carefully and made a cold white sugar tomato.The tomatoes are wrapped in the crystal color of white sugar, making them appear fuller.

He put it on a plate carefully, and skillfully knocked on the opposite door.

Hu Qi bit an unpeeled apple and lay on the bed watching Song Yuanzhou's live broadcast.

Tonight, he deliberately did not start the live broadcast, but squatted in Song Yuanzhou's live broadcast room.

According to the popularity and discussion of the post just now, as well as the atmosphere of the marketing account.

Fanatic fans of those goddesses will never let go of those who hurt their goddesses.And another group of Lu Ren who was distracted by the rhythm will also end the game to help tear it up.

Song Yuanzhou's live broadcast room will definitely be very lively.

really--

The series of barrage reactions that took place at night were all within Hu Qi's expectations, and they were also in line with the normal reaction category of post-post fermentation.

This contains the true feelings of some misguided passers-by and fans who love the Lord, but most of them still need marketing accounts to lead the topic.

Hu Qi stuffed two ultra-thick and spacious pillows behind his shoulders, and turned his feet up and down on the bed.

He's very confident—

Yuanzhou, he will definitely come to me.

Just when Hu Qi was still debating whether to peel the apple in his mouth, eat this supper directly, or wait for Song Yuanzhou's "filial piety".

Hu Qi just took a bite of the apple when there was a knock on the door.

With joy on his face, Hu Qi took the apple out of his mouth and threw it on the bedside table.

Damn, little sample, let Dad wait for a while, but it's over.

Just as his hands were about to touch the doorknob, he stopped his castration——

Important characters in film and television dramas must bring an exclusive bgm or an exclusive X pose...

Hu Qi leaned his body, his upper body leaned against the wall behind the door, his right foot was on top, and he posed coquettishly at the door in a crossed posture.

Hu Qi pressed Moss's hair with one hand, and opened the doorknob with the other hand.

Hu Qi raised his eyebrows at the person at the door: "What do you want to see Dad?"

I saw the person outside the door, wearing a dark blue jumpsuit, with an embarrassing smile on his face carved with years.

But when he saw the man's stiff smile, it lasted for a second, and in an instant he changed into a professional smile, "Xiansen, do you want to cut the gas?"

It took only a second for Hu Qi to put his feet together and stand at attention. He immediately put away the smile on his face, and said with a straight face, "No! Yes!"

And slammed the door loudly.

The gas man outside the door: "..."

If you don't want it, don't do it, why are you shouting so loudly!

rude!

Hu Qi closed the door and kicked off the slippers on his feet, sat on the steps of the entrance, venting his anger on himself.

After a while, there was another knock on the door——

Hu Qi: =_=!

There is no end!

Hu Qi covered his ears, but the knocking on the door outside showed no intention of stopping. He was still knocking tirelessly. Unbearable, he turned around and angrily opened the door——

"Are you crazy? Who still uses gas in this building now?!"

"Forehead……"

Song Yuanzhou's hand holding the prepared tomatoes trembled a little, and the smile on his face was scared back.

-mouth-

Song Yuanzhou looked innocent: "What gas? The natural gas I've been using..."

Is it possible to be discriminated against for using gas now?

Hu Qi yelled at the wrong person without any sense of guilt.

Not wronged.

Hu Qi raised one eyebrow: "This father, what are you doing with this 'Supper?'?"

The smile on Song Yuanzhou's face immediately changed to the color of a dog's leg, and he giggled: "Can we go in and talk? You see, it's too inconvenient for me to be outside with my things."

Hu Qi turned sideways, Song Yuanzhou followed him a few steps, and helped close the door by the way.

Hu Qi didn't turn around, but asked knowingly, "What are you doing behind closed doors?"

He put his arms around his chest in a gesture of self-protection: "Let me say yes first, I am a legal citizen."

Song Yuanzhou walked behind him and handed over the plate in his hand: "Damn, we are such a good neighbor, this is newly made, try it."

Hu Qi had already smelled the sweet and sour taste, and immediately forgot the original plan and idea of ​​Fashion X, and turned around to take a piece.

After Hu Qi took a piece, Song Yuanzhou adhered to the principle of "you have to do things for me if you take my things", and said bluntly——

"Qi... You've been fighting at Station Q for so long, do you know anyone who is reliable... Look at me... I don't know how to deal with it now? Do I need to speak up?"

Hu Qi blinked: "No, I don't know either."

Song Yuanzhou's big innocent eyes fluttered, and he folded his hands pitifully in front of his chest: "Brother, help me, what do you want to eat in the future, just tell me to do it."

Hu Qi didn't speak, and raised his eyebrows to glance at the plate in Song Yuanzhou's hand.

Song Yuanzhou offered it with both hands very knowledgeable about current affairs.

Hu Qi was very useful, saying that although Song Yuanzhou is a rotten wood, he can still be carved.

"Aren't you daddy?"

How can I be a father at this time?

Song Yuanzhou shook his head again and again.

"Give me a clear way, you are my father!"

Hu Qi made an inch of it: "The relationship is good, how about calling now?"

Hu Qi was just joking, but Song Yuanzhou didn't think he would shout either.

But who knew that he really underestimated the thickness of Song Yuanzhou's skin——

Song Yuanzhou didn't hesitate for a second, and didn't even have any psychological construction. He shouted very naturally: "Dad!"

Hu Qi: "..."