It's not easy being a hostess

Leng Siqing felt relieved: "It's great that you are satisfied."

Su Wei's face turned even redder, and she couldn't help feeling a little thankful that it wasn't a video call at the moment.

"Do you care what I think?"

"Yes," Leng Siqing's voice became lighter, "I don't have enough other accounts to activate the home system. If you are not satisfied, I have to buy an account."

Su Wei: "..."

The little fox demon turned around, turned her back to the assassin, and was about to get angry!

Seeing that the situation was wrong, Leng Siqing quickly explained: "It's not that I'm reluctant to buy an account, don't get me wrong."

Su Wei said word by word: "I, no, misunderstood."

Leng Siqing touched her nose, and said in a low voice, "But you keep making a fire-breathing expression."

Su Wei: "Hmph."

The little fox put his hands on his hips, flicked his big tail, left the perplexed assassin behind, and turned his head towards the dance practice hall.

The assassin was stunned for half a second, and then he followed up step by step, not daring to get too close, and not daring to leave without authorization.

Walking into the dance practice hall, Su Wei almost couldn't hold back her face, and made a sound.

The furnishings here are similar to those in my hometown, with Leng Siqing's statue in the middle, surrounded by seats for eating melons.

She held down the X button, unfurnished the melon and fruit tables and chairs one by one, then stepped onto the ring and stuck out her tongue at Leng Siqing's statue, making a grimace.

Leng Siqing stood under the stage, quite at a loss.

"What's wrong?"

Su Wei made a thoughtful movement, stretched out her hand, and put the statue away.

Su Wei said: "Since it's our home, I can't be the only one who likes it. This is your training ground from today on."

When Leng Siqing heard this, her chest felt hot, and every part of her body was ironed.

"Well, our home."

She stepped onto the stage and stood face to face with the little fox demon.

"Would you like to go see the house?"

When Su Wei heard her say the word "home", the little anger in her heart disappeared in an instant, and she nodded hurriedly.

"Go."

In the boudoir, the curtains on the wooden frame were changed to light pink, the apricot blossoms were in full bloom outside the window pane, and the annoying straw sandals and bamboo baskets were put away by the master.

Although there are still many shortcomings, it is enough to make Su Wei happy.

She said happily: "You can also place some decorations you like in the room."

Leng Siqing hesitated: "Are you sure?"

"Hey," Su Wei said, "Don't worry, even if you take out a basket of bamboo baskets now, I won't say anything about you."

"I can't take bamboo baskets."

Leng Siqing walked to the desk, and after about two seconds, a black object was placed on it.

Su Wei adjusted the angle of view curiously, and then saw a familiar logo through the depression angle.

She was really speechless.

"Why is there a laptop in the decoration!"

Leng Siqing: "The version was updated last week, adding a modern style theme home."

Su Wei refused to accept anyone, so she accepted the plan of "Fighting Night".

She boasted all the time, looking at the computer that was incompatible with the style of the boudoir, she could only swallow her anger and apply wind oil to her temples.

The ancient romance turned into time travel in an instant, and it was still the one with its own system.

Su Wei said helplessly: "I see, you really love computers."

Leng Siqing said regretfully: "It's a pity that the router was missing in the update. I have already reported it to the customer service. I hope they can fix it as soon as possible."

Su Wei muttered: "The water friend also said that he asked Xiao Bailong to give Tang Seng a spa treatment, but he didn't know that Long San Princess herself is a severe Internet addict."

Leng Siqing asked: "What did you say?"

"It's nothing."

Su Wei quickly changed the subject.

"Let's go to the small garden."

In Su Wei's small courtyard, there is no sound of chickens crowing, pigs squawking, or horses neighing, only the melodious chirping of birds.

Leng Siqing finally gave up her pragmatism, planted peonies, peonies and poppies in the flower field, and looked from afar like clouds and rosy clouds, so romantic.

When Su Wei stepped into the sea of ​​flowers, a few butterflies resting on the petals flapped their wings and danced around her.

Su Wei murmured: "It's so beautiful."

Leng Siqing said, "You turn the air into night mode."

Su Wei immediately opened the time and weather system, and clicked on the starry sky.

The night sky in "Fighting Night" is not deep black, but a kind of extremely deep blue, with the vast galaxy spreading out above the head, stretching and endless.

The little fox demon looked up at the starry sky in the sea of ​​flowers, as if time had stopped at this moment for a long time.

The assassin behind her put on a white skirt, shed all the hostility, and washed away all the lead.

Su Wei seemed to feel something, and said coquettishly, "Don't let the fireflies out, it's too old-fashioned."

Before she could finish her sentence, dots of fluorescent lights floated in front of her eyes.

Leng Siqing: "...Sorry, I'm too late."

Su Wei suppressed a smile at the corner of her mouth, and was about to say "I'm teasing you", when the fluorescent light disappeared.

Leng Siqing: "Cancelled."

Su Wei held her red cheeks in one hand and said, "Who told you to put it away? I haven't finished my sentence. It's too old-fashioned, but old-fashioned are classics."

The corner of Leng Siqing's mouth twitched: "'Fluorescent' is a one-time prop, I'll get some more when I go back to the warehouse."

"Don't go!" Su Wei shouted.

She found that Leng Siqing was really an atmosphere destroyer, she got a little better, but when she wasn't paying attention, she collapsed all over again.

Leng Siqing canceled the transmission and waited for her next instruction.

Su Wei pondered for a moment, then took out a bamboo lamp from her backpack and put it at hand.

"Let's live together."

Leng Siqing: "My warehouse..."

"Hush," Su Weiliu frowned, "You are not allowed to speak, once you open your mouth, there will be no atmosphere."

Leng Siqing shut the microphone obediently.

With a wave of Su Wei's hand, the stars and rivers in the sky turned, and the colorful butterflies flew in the ground.

The little fox demon shook her ears, and moved closer to the taciturn assassin until their sleeves were folded together.

The author has something to say: the atmosphere is just right, don't talk, stay for a while.

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Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 soul-destroyer;

Thanks to the little angel who cast mines: 2 draft shredders; 1 Qingfengfuying and Muhe;

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