After the real young master came back, the fake young master ran away overnight

Wen's mother was in a hurry by what he said, so she dragged him back to the room.

As soon as the door was closed, the sound disappeared completely.

Hearing the sound, he lay back on the rocking chair again, glanced at the dilapidated suitcase that had been specially prepared by the side, and smiled.

At two o'clock in the morning, Wen Sheng came out of the room with a suitcase.

When I went downstairs, because I didn't hold the suitcase, the suitcase slid down the stairs, making a lot of noise.

Wen's father and Wen's mother were awakened immediately, and when they came out, they saw Wen Sheng pulling the suitcase and was about to leave in a hurry, so they were stunned.

"A Sheng? Where are you going?"

Seeing that Wen Sheng ran faster, Mother Wen panicked immediately, seeing Aunt Huang appearing at the door, she immediately said: "Aunt Huang, hold him quickly, don't let him go, what is this kid doing in the middle of the night."

Aunt Huang was still a little confused, and hurriedly stopped Wen Sheng, "Master, where are you going? Why don't you leave during the day? It's too late now, let's talk about it tomorrow if you have anything to do."

Hearing the sound, he said anxiously, "Aunt Huang, let me go."

Mother Wen finally caught up, pulling Wen Sheng's suitcase, "Where are you going?"

Seeing Wensheng's eyes were red and swollen, Wen's mother was taken aback, and handed the suitcase to Aunt Huang, "Take the suitcase to Ah Sheng's room. Ah Sheng, come here and tell me what's going on."

Mother Wen forcibly pulled Wen Sheng to sit on the sofa, and exchanged glances with Father Wen. Father Wen signaled Mother Wen to ask, but she kept silent so as not to scare Wen Sheng.

"What's going on? Can you talk to your mother?" Wen's mother touched his head, "Why are you suddenly carrying a suitcase in the middle of the night? Do you want to go?"

"I want to go home." Wen Sheng whispered.

"This is your home, where else do you want to go?" Father Wen said.

Hearing the sound, his body trembled, "I want to go back to my previous home...My brother was scolded for live broadcasting outside because I didn't come back. I, I want to go back for my brother."

The more he spoke, the lower his voice became, and the more frightened he seemed.

Wen's mother and Wen's father didn't expect that it was because of this reason that he didn't know how to speak for a while.

"A Ci's live broadcast has nothing to do with you, it's his own choice." Wen Mu laughed.

"If it weren't for me, my brother wouldn't have left home, and he wouldn't have broadcast live outside because he couldn't find a job, and was scolded by so many people." Wen Sheng cried: "Mom, I feel sorry for my brother, I want him to come back , but I am here, my brother will definitely not come back, so I'd better go home."

Mother Wen hugged him, stroked his head and comforted him, "Silly boy, how could your brother think so much? It's not because of you. Don't think too much, and don't cry."

"Then why didn't brother come back..." Wen Sheng asked in a low voice.

"Come back, he came back, just for a while, it's really not because of you, go back to sleep."

Hearing the sound, he was relieved, and when he got up to leave, he suddenly said, "I will try my best to get my brother back."

"Don't worry, I will tell your brother, he will be back in a few days, you go to sleep, be obedient." Wen Mu said softly.

After hearing the sound, the living room fell into a long silence.

Mother Wen sighed, and Father Wen said, "Did you see his suitcase? It's so broken..."

"I'm going to throw it away and he won't allow it. He said that suitcase has been with him for a long time."

"I remember Ah Ci's biological parents were also rich, how could Ah Sheng..."

"It is said that he disappeared suddenly and owed a lot of debts. Ah Sheng had no choice but to sell the house. After paying back the money, he went to work and study. He worked three jobs a day." Wen's mother said, "I don't know how much this child ate. Bitterness is what makes you so sensitive and fragile.”

Wen's father lit a cigarette and sighed, "Let Wenci come back, it's good for An'an to leave his heart."

Wen's mother said: "I'll think of a way. This child, Ah Ci, loves me so much. When the time comes, I'll tell him..."

Because of being on Weibo's hot search, Wenci's live broadcast app has more than [-] fans, received an invitation to sign a contract, and signed his name after confirming that the contract was ok.

At this moment, he has also become the number one on the list of new anchors, and there are a lot more black fans for no reason.

Every time the broadcast starts, black fans will report on time and start reading Ci Cai, just relying on their faces to eat and other bullet screens.

He didn't care about hearing the words, and immediately silenced when he saw something that was too ugly.

"When will the anchor be off the air?"

Wen Ci saw the barrage and said with a smile: "There are still two hours to go."

As soon as he finished speaking, someone suddenly gave him a gift worth [-] yuan, which was the most expensive gift he had ever received in the live broadcast.

The last time I received the most was [-]. After hearing the words, I was afraid that the other party would make a mistake, so I was sure that the gift was really for me after confirming it many times.

The [-] this time made him ask the other party again if he sent it wrong.

"No, I want to get in the car." The person who smashed the gift sent four words.

Generally, there is a gift requirement for anchors to bring fans to the car, but Wenci has never set it.He seldom plays with fans usually, and only plays with fans at very late hours when some fans want to get in the car.

Wen Ci asked the other party's ID, and added friends to pull the other party.

A new number, the name is Shengshengjixi.

I don't know why, but when I saw this ID, my eyelids twitched and I felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

Especially when the other party called him brother by typing, Wenci instantly reminded Wenci of Wensheng.

The Weibo video has his face, if Wen Sheng sees it, it is not impossible to find him.

But it doesn't seem to make sense to do so.

He remembered that at this time, Wen Sheng seemed to have entered the entertainment circle, started filming, and developed with Shen Hexu.

It won't be long before the new drama starts broadcasting, and it will explode immediately upon hearing the news.

"Brother, where are you jumping?" The other party typed again.

Hearing words marked a point.

"This is called, there is a picture."

"One brother at a time, tsk tsk tsk."

"If you want to hear the voice of No. [-], it must be soft."

"I want to drink cp."

There are [-] people in the live broadcast room at the moment, and the bullet screens are swiping quickly, but there are only a few words in the swiping, and it is impossible to hear the words or not to see them.

He frowned and wanted to say something, but at this moment, someone smashed the gift again.

The most valuable gift on the live broadcast platform is a [-] airship with extremely gorgeous special effects.

Hearing the words, he was startled, and forgot to jump the umbrella. Looking at the ID called "Sad Men Don't Cry", he didn't react for a long time.

"Thank you...the airship that the sad man gave away without crying, did he send it by mistake?"

"Get in the car." The other party only privately messaged Wenci.

"Brother? It's time to skydive." At this time, No. [-] turned on the mic, and the voice was soft and soft, sounding like an underage boy.

The live broadcast room was still screaming for the airship, but when they heard this voice, they screamed again.

After hearing the words, he jumped out of the sky, and the sad man sent another private message without crying.

"Is once enough?"

What once is enough?

airship?

Wenci hurriedly typed, "Enough, enough, don't send any more, you don't need so much to get on the bus."

The sad man doesn't cry: "Not much, you deserve it."

Hearing the words, he was stunned again.

A bunch of "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

"Is this the little brother with a nice voice that day? Huh, huh."

"The two of them played that day and I wanted to drink."

"You deserve this sentence, my God, even if I'm not an anchor, my heart is moved."

"A little milk dog, a little wolf dog's sense of sight. Which one will the anchor choose? Hehehe, I want both."

"Don't talk nonsense." Wen Ci smiled, "He just wants to get in the car."

"Maybe I want to fuck you (bushi) too."

"What's going on upstairs?"

"upstairs???"

"??? What did I see?"

"Man, I think so too."

Someone set up a gift to receive an automatic password, and the password was the phrase "Maybe I want to fuck you too", which caused the screen to flash this sentence.

He put down his water glass, sneered, leaned lazily on the gaming chair, and said, "What do you call me? You guys are too outrageous, stop talking nonsense. And, even if it's... Then it's me Fuck him. I'm going to play the game well, no kidding."

Hearing the words, he stopped watching the barrage and concentrated on playing games.

Quietly, he is a novice, and he can't even pick up equipment. He heard the word and told him, while throwing good supplies to him.

"I don't want this, it's for my brother, it's useless for me."

After hearing the words, I still insisted on giving it to him.

"Thank you, brother." Hearing the soft voice of the other party, he felt uncomfortable hearing the words, as if he was being coquettish to himself.

Wen Ci thinks that if this continues, he will have nightmares and dream that Wen Sheng is chasing him and calling him brother, and discusses, "Can you stop calling me brother? It's weird, you can call me No. [-]."

"I think elder brother is better, number two always feels very alienated."

"Call me number two."

"I think my brother is better."

Hearing the words, he turned off the microphone and let him go.

In the end, this set of hearing words was shot in the head by others in order to support the sound, No.7.

After it was over, he apologized softly and softly for being too bad, and just quit.

Immediately afterwards the sad man entered the room without crying.

The live broadcast room was excited again.

Hearing Ci glanced at the number of live broadcasts, he didn't know when it had reached [-].

A bunch of people brush themselves to eat CP.

Wenci had already explained to them that he was not interested in men anymore, and seeing them still talking about this, he knew that he couldn't explain clearly, so he simply ignored those who said he was addicted to CP, and opened a double row.

They jumped to P City, heard the words and searched for a long time, but they couldn't find a gun. They just told the people in the live broadcast room that P City was too poor, and the second turned on the microphone, "Do you have a gun?"

The sound is so nice, especially when Wen Ci is wearing a headset, the sound is like an electric current passing into the ears, which makes Wen Ci's ears feel a little numb.

Hearing the words, he was in a trance for a while, and then he reacted and said: "There is a troll."

Number two: "Wait for me."

Just as Wen Ci was about to ask what he was waiting for, he heard footsteps. He pulled the camera and found a man-machine, killed it with a spray gun, and picked up an AKM.

As soon as he put it on, No. 416 came over and dropped a fully equipped M[-] at his feet, as well as a third-level armor.

"Also in P city, the anchor is really poor."

"After searching for a long time, I found a handful of sprayers, first-class head, tsk."

Wen Ci saw the barrage, and after reloading, he smiled and said: "I'm accumulating good luck, maybe I'll land in the top three of the third level in the next one."

But compared with others, his luck seems to be a bit worse.

Wen Ci returned the gun to No. [-], "I don't want it, I just want the AKM, you can take it, thank you."

"I have it." After No. 4 finished speaking, he showed Wenci the AKM in his hand, "I'm not used to using M[-], you take it."

Wen Ci picked up M416, and found that many newcomers were saying that No. [-] had a nice voice, and guessed how old he was.

Wenci said casually, "It's impossible to be more than 30, let's be more than 20."

"Yeah." As soon as he finished speaking, a deep voice came from the earphone.

Hearing the words, he was taken aback, only to realize that he was responding to his guess, "Are you really over 20?"

"Ah."

Cherish words like gold.

Hearing the words, he stretched his waist and didn't ask any more questions.

He killed two people with the M416 given by No. [-], and suddenly saw the barrage of bullets flashing again, "It's good to take the gun my husband gave me, and it's easy to kill the two people."

Wenci said almost subconsciously: "What husband, don't talk nonsense."