heartbeat live broadcast

If it's not loose, then it's okay, what else can I do with the boyfriend I found?

Zhong Xincheng pursed his lips, and moved his fingers carefully, and the melting body temperature came from the place where the skin intersected. He raised his eyes to see Yan Shu's upturned mouth and straightforward and gentle eyes, and quietly buried his head lower.

In the evening, Yan Shu cooks the meal. Zhong Xincheng is not good at cooking. He is a young master who does not touch the sun. After all, he has been a nanny since he was a child and has no household skills. Even his boyfriend taught him to wash the dishes.

"Wash the bowl, remember to clean the bottom of the bowl, press it like this, and wipe the reverse side as well." Yan Shu half-circled Zhong Xincheng's body, and the two stood in front of the sink, the kitchen lamp dragged their shadows for a long time, and they overlapped intimately Together; the sound of water gliding over the murmur, and then, a dripping hand pressed the switch.

"Let's play, Xincheng." After a long time, Yan Shu rubbed the curled-up hairs on Zhong Xincheng's head, and said quietly: "Our sweeping robot is better than you."

Good job, count your ability.

Zhong Xincheng glanced at Yan Shu coldly, and was asked for a kiss by the dog man. He slipped out of the kitchen in desperation, and when he passed by the cabinet, he lightly kicked the scrap iron that was praised.

Since the boyfriend doesn't bother him to do it, then he can play the game well——Thinking of this, Zhong Xincheng sat on the bed with a sullen face and started the live broadcast.

After Yan Shu finished washing the dishes, he honestly tossed the kitchen, stacked the dishes, wiped the water table, cut the fruit, and the tray and balance seemed to come out of the kitchen. His sharp ears stood up, and he heard a voice that didn't fit in this room.

Sweet, cheerful, lively female voice.

"I can play anything, what do you think, brother Xincheng?"

"Anything you want." Zhong Xincheng wore headphones with an indifferent face, tapped the keyboard with his fingers, and the mouse dangled casually on the table, and said softly: "The lord of the bloodline."

"Okay." A crisp answer came from the computer speaker. The earphone on Zhong Xincheng's neck seemed to be a decoration, and it was obviously turned on for external playback.

The muscles in the corners of Yan Shu's eyes twitched, and he stood by the bed and stared at Zhong Xincheng.

According to the habit, if one of them is live broadcasting, no matter what the reason is, the other will try not to speak, and even if there is something to do, he will type it.Today, Zhong Xincheng chose to let it out, making it clear that he would not give Yan Shu any room to speak.

When Zhong Xincheng raised his eyes, he saw Yan Shu who was full of grief and dissatisfaction. He stared at the small round pan in Yan Shu's palm, his expression unchanged, and he didn't respond in the slightest.

when--

The plate was placed by Zhong Xincheng's hand, the sound of the fork hitting the plate was crisp, and Yan Shu was still staring at him.

Somehow, the atmosphere froze silently, like a river frozen on the surface in winter, calm above, and undercurrents surging below.

Boom—Yan Shu, who was rummaging through boxes and cabinets, closed the closet door heavily, leaning on the handle and staring at Zhong Xincheng with arms folded. The conscientious anchor had just come out of the spring at this time, and he heard the little fans in the double row say timidly: "Xincheng Brother Cheng..."

"It's okay, the cat kicked something down."

It was strange that Zhong Xincheng's expression was so calm that he couldn't see anything unusual. In the live broadcast room, he could only see his eyes slightly raised, and the corners of his lips unconsciously moved.

"Does brother Xincheng's cat also like to play? My cat is really naughty." The girl breathed a sigh of relief and continued with a smile.

Yan Kitten, who was holding the door, grinned, knocked hard on the cabinet door and slipped away.

For the next half an hour, the background sound of the symphony in Zhong Xincheng's live broadcast room didn't stop.

click-

Zhong Xincheng glanced at Yan Shu, who was sitting across from him biting potato chips, and was so angry that he swiped his phone on the bed, and specially rubbed the packaging bag at the place where Zhong Xincheng's computer had the best radio, as if if you ignored me, I would piss you off .

"The cat stepped on the cat food bag." Zhong Xincheng replied with a straight face, pretending not to feel Yan Shu's gaze.

"My cat is very picky, and it doesn't touch anything except what it usually eats." The girl chatted with Zhong Xincheng distressedly, and the anchor walked around the spring water thoughtfully, and said calmly, "My cat is very omnivorous."

The omnivorous Yan kitten jumped heavily to the ground, trying not to pull out the network cable of the unscrupulous owner.

woohoo-

The gurgling sound of water entered the live broadcast room, and Zhong Xincheng suddenly couldn't help it after Yan Shu's countless noisy behaviors. He rolled the mouse wheel impatiently, and saw the barrage in the live broadcast room developing in some strange directions:

"It turns out that the anchor's microphone is so good?"

"Hundreds of people ask who is taking a bath"

"Ask for the headset Taobao link hahaha"

"Living together, taking a shower, I'm sorry I changed color"

"Everyone watch the game and don't think about anything else"

"I can't help but..."

"The cat is taking a bath, everyone don't guess"

"Yes, yes, it must be a cat"

Zhong Xincheng's face became more and more serious, and he began to regret letting go.

woohoo-

Yan Shu, who was wrapped in the hot air from the bathroom, looked like a ghost walking out of a cloud-shrouded fairy mountain. He was half-clothed in pajamas and stepped on slippers barefoot, with a hair dryer in his hand to heat the air. He stood in the corner and stared at Zhong Xincheng who was fidgeting on the bed with raised eyebrows.

"Brother Xincheng is still playing?" The girl's voice came through the sound of the hair dryer, Zhong Xincheng retracted his gaze involuntarily to the side, but subconsciously swallowed his Adam's apple.He said hastily: "I'm not going to play anymore, maybe... I will play later."

As soon as he heard that he was going to play, the barrage became frenzied

"Going to run again! Brother Xincheng, you are absent from work every day!"

"Hundreds of thousands of fans can't satisfy you anymore, right?"

"Okay, why don't we go squat in Yan Wusheng's live broadcast room?"

"Oh, pity myself"

"Men are big hooves"

"Be careful I'll break your trotters at night!"

"I'm going to ransack my house, I'm going to make a fuss!"

The barrage danced, hundreds of thousands of eyes were staring in the live broadcast room, just as Zhong Xincheng opened his mouth to say something lightly, a shadow fell straight down, abruptly covering the light.

Immediately afterwards, the black shadow suddenly covered the camera in the live broadcast room from left to right, and the voice disappeared after a burst of noise. The camera was not completely blacked out, and light leaked from a certain gap, making people barely aware What is the state.

It's like... someone covered the lens with their hands.

In the next second, the barrage exploded like crazy.

Because it can be seen from a small strip of exposed lens that a pair of red-stained hands with pale skin, round fingertips swayed slightly in front of the camera, and a well-shaped arm fell from above, unswervingly splitting the small piece of the camera. area.

It's as if...someone came from the side and pressed someone on the bed in the live broadcast.

The hysterical shouts of tens of thousands of people in the silence and silence turned into pale words on the screen. Zhong Xincheng couldn't hear or see them. aggressive action.

"The camera is covered and the microphone is turned off. Are you wearing a headset to pretend to be photographed?" Yan Shu pressed the camera tightly with his right thumb, and his left arm rested on the bed, trapping Zhong Xincheng in a narrow corner with his back, and raised his eyebrows: " You've been a fan for so long, why can't you come and care about me?"

"Brother Xincheng? I am number one in the contribution list."

"Is there no special treatment for the big fan?"

His appearance is very similar to that of a child who is jealous of other children's new toys, and goes home and argues with his parents for the same style.

Zhong Xincheng was a little at a loss, he propped up his upper body on his elbows, and felt that Yan Shu was really funny—it turned out that his boyfriend was awkward.

But it's the live broadcast room... It's not easy to explain.

How to say?The cat was left out and rushed over for comfort?

"I don't know how to bring fans." Zhong Xincheng is seeking truth from facts, he still learned his fan skills from Yan Wusheng, stealing from his teacher, and stealing nonsense.

"Then I'll teach you, you turn on the mic, and tell them first..." Yan Shu smiled harmlessly, and said, "Your cat wants to step on milk, so you can't broadcast it."

In a word, Zhong Xincheng's face turned red.He faltered and refused to speak, Yan Shu pressed his chin and kissed: "Really, I didn't lie to you, the cat is too small, it will knock on the door, step on the bag, kick things and be omnivorous, he is really pitiful .”

Zhong Xincheng fell back, dazed by the kiss, panting and refused: "Okay, I'll just say it."

The boyfriend's hair was half-dry after taking a shower, the temperature of the hot wind fell, and the roots of the hair felt cool. Zhong Xincheng turned on the microphone under Yan Shu's gaze, but did not follow Yan Shu's order.

"Download, see you tomorrow."

Clicking the mouse, Zhong Xincheng exited the live broadcast room, closed the computer, unplugged the charging cable, and stared at Yan Shu.

"Talking and laughing at the little fans, is it a snowman to me?" Yan Shu quickly folded the bed table and threw it under the bed. He wrapped his arms around Zhong Xincheng's waist and bit the collarbone of the man in his arms, with a sour tone: " Putting it outside, bringing powder, and not letting you wash the dishes is so big of resentment, will you live with the bowl for the rest of your life?"

I'm just helping you, but you won't let me.Zhong Xincheng muttered in his heart, his mouth was very hard: "Put me down, I will sleep with Wan."

"Sincerely mad at me?" Yan Shu laughed back angrily. He picked up the clothes on Zhong Xincheng's waist and hugged him upwards. His fingertips ran across a small section of his curved spine. No?"

"Sleeping Powder means..." Zhong Xincheng hesitated, and the incomprehensible snowman leaned against Yan Shu's chest, earnestly correcting his speech: "I'll sleep with you."

"No problem, I'm ready." Yan Shu pinched the tip of Zhong Xincheng's nose, smiling.

Zhong Xincheng: ...

Give a pole and climb up, do you have a face?

The lights went out, the bed board creaked softly, the bedside table was pulled open, and it hit the bottom with a swipe, and someone took something out of the cabinet.At that time, Zhong Xincheng was being kissed and forced to wrap his arms around Yan Shu's neck. His heels made a long mark on the bed sheet and stopped at the end.

"You..." Zhong Xincheng's voice was stuck in his throat, and it took him a long time to read the following text.

"lighter."

When his consciousness was blurred, Zhong Xincheng suddenly thought of a sentence called:

It's not all that you are used to.

……

Half a month later, at S City Airport.

Zhong Xincheng leaned against Yan Shu, the ID cards of the two were twirling in their hands, and the rounded edges and corners cut sharp arcs in the air. He glanced at the suitcases they placed side by side, as if thinking of something.

In the past, Yan Shu, who was drunk, clamored to give Zhong Xincheng a place in Moments, took a photo of two suitcases covered in mosaics, and refused to delete it, so that after a while, everyone who knew Yan Shu would ask about it One sentence: "What are you hanging on the circle?"

what?His wife chant.

"Don't you want to take a clear picture?" Zhong Xincheng poked Yan Shu, who was busy confirming the information, with a card, and said calmly.

"What?" Yan Shu came back in a daze, looked in the direction of the child's finger, and suddenly realized: "My child has a name and a surname, and I will write you a real estate certificate in the future, with full credibility."

Poor, long mouth can really make the best use of everything.

"Brothers and sisters, are they leaving?" Zhong Xincheng leaned on Yan Shu's half shoulder, lowered his head and asked.

I said before that I wanted to go to the team building of the ski mountain resort, but recently I had a hard time deciding on a place. Everyone flew from various places by plane, and I specially chose a time when everyone was free so that Yan Shu could accompany Zhong Xincheng to go there.

"Of course, we may be the last ones to arrive." Yan Shu put away his mobile phone, smiled and embraced Zhong Xincheng's shoulders, and walked towards the crowded check-in counter with his suitcase.

The check-in process was not fast, Zhong Xincheng stood at the exit and waited for Yan Shu, seeing the tall boyfriend walking from the crowd, a smile filled the corners of his eyes, and his eyes were full of him.

He suddenly remembered the crossroads when they met for the second time, the dark night fell in the distant sky, the red light was like a blazing and bright little sun, and his lover was standing under the light.

Fragmented figures intertwined, hurried and went their separate ways, when he raised his eyes, his eyes passed through the bustling crowd, and fixed on Yan Shu.

Probably, Yan Shu is his home.

Zhong Xincheng's gaze turned, and he suddenly saw Yan Shu smiling and speaking, it was only because the noise at the airport was too noisy that he couldn't hear it clearly.

But he clearly saw the mouth shape, Yan Shuzai said:

"I am coming."

When you come, I will belong to you.

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