The whole world knows he has a crush on me

Qu Ning thought of something, turned around and snapped off the handheld holder.

"You, why did you come back suddenly?"

Bo Jiu looked at him while taking off his coat: "I went back to the old house, but my mother worked overtime tonight. My mother is not here. My father and I can't agree to go together. We will go again some other day."

Qu Ning frowned suspiciously, but Bo Jiu didn't tell him in detail, which made him feel a little weird.

Bo Jiu rarely hides anything from him.

"wait!

Qu Ning suddenly remembered that his mobile phone was still broadcasting live, and quickly turned around to pick it up, and there was a [staring] emoji on the screen.

Qu Ning: "..."

"I'm sorry everyone, I'm here first today, and I'll give you a formal introduction at another day—"

"Mysterious, who is Ningning chatting with?" Bo Jiu strode over.

When Qu Ning heard Bo Jiu's "Ning Ning" one by one, he didn't even need to think about what those fans were thinking, and he didn't even need to look to know that the barrage exploded again.

He hurriedly moved the phone behind him, "No, nothing!"

He didn't want to hide it from Bo Jiu anymore, but the barrage just now made him feel very worried. If Bo Jiu saw this...he would definitely be angry.

It's better to wait for the next live broadcast, let the administrator take a good look at the black fans.

The truth is this, but Bo Jiu has never taken the usual path.

Bo Qing Lang recognizes his father, bouncing behind him, flexing Qu Ning's tassels.

Qu Ning didn't check, but Bo Jiu picked up his right hand, and the straight shirt and mother-of-pearl buttons broke into the screen, as well as half of his Adam's apple and sharp neckline.

Barrage:"!!!!!!!!!"

Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows: "Is it really live broadcast?"

Qu Ning anxiously said: "Brother, camera camera!"

Bo Jiu shook his wrist, Qu Ning let go, and the phone fell into Bo Jiu's palm, but he was obedient and didn't really show his face outside.

"Ning's chat room?"

Qu Ning died on the spot: "This was voted out by everyone a few years ago... Ning has your homonym on the Internet... It's all just for fun..."

Bo Jiu chuckled lightly.

Danmaku Shutu fans and voice control fans united front for the first time, a fiery awsl.

"You want me to play this together today?"

Qu Ning: "...um."

Barrage:"--"

"Teacher, stand up!"

"It's so soft that it will be burned by the sun!!!!"

"The male god is suspected to be an off-single groom, but it's not me (T^T)"

Bo Jiu sat on the sofa, and the chandelier in the living room automatically turned on. He said in a tired tone, "Don't bully Teacher Ningning."

The barrage finally saw the villa that was not in the underworld environment, and they swiped the screen together - "Handsome guy, please explode the photo!"

Bo Jiu pulled Qu Ning who was at a loss beside him, and they sat on the sofa together.

He finally caught up with the live broadcast, but it was a little sudden that Qu Ning hadn't had time to warn the barrages.

Qu Ning could see that Bo Jiu was a bit tired, but his eyes flashed interest in his private domain.

Qu Ning didn't forcefully stop him, but quietly lowered his head and grabbed the loveless man in his hand.He knows this group of fans, they usually play well with him, but once they meet a real handsome guy, they all turn into shy little girls in a second.

He won't talk nonsense, maybe he's looking at the mirror, closing the moon and shyly screaming.

Bo Jiu is not Qu Ning. Although the barrage is fierce, he is still able to handle it with ease.

"Explosive photos? That's not okay, your teacher is very stingy, what if you teach me in private?"

Qu Ning blushed and said, "—cough!"

Barrage: Hey~~~~

Barrage: There are cats and men, what a fairy day——

After swiping [knocked] and swiping over again, Bo Jiu took a look: "I said you sometimes said something that I didn't understand, so you learned it here."

Qu Ning: "..."

Where is this!They are already very restrained!

Bo Jiu chatted a few more words with the people on the phone, all of which seemed to be flirty, but none of them revealed their personal information.

The barrage began to be varied, and the ones that were too large and hot-blooded were forked out, leaving behind a fairly normal group. Bo Jiu looked at it for a few minutes, and just as he was about to hand the phone to Qu Ning, his eyes narrowed. .

He turned a corner, took the phone back, and said in a cold tone: "This one from ID8736672, do you have any objections to my villa? No matter how sour it is, it's not yours."

"There's also the little girl of ID Grouper. You can't just say something like cat abuse. If you spread rumors out of thin air, you'll be waiting for a subpoena tomorrow morning. Now it's all real-name requirements."

Once Bo Jiu's tone was serious, there was a three-point coldness in it, and what he said was firm and decisive, which made people fear for no reason.

He called a few names, glanced at the platform name in the upper right corner, then put the phone back on the stand, and took out his phone with his elbows on his knees.

Qu Ning quickly said in a low voice: "There is a lot of traffic in the live broadcast room, and there are all kinds of monsters and ghosts, so you don't need to get angry with them."

Bo Jiu hummed, he was bored with his own father for a long time, and his heart was agitated because of those words, these people are lucky, they bumped right into the old young master's gas cylinder.

Bo Jiu lowered his eyes indifferently, quickly swipe his fingers across the address book, and then paused on a person's name. It can be seen that he rarely makes this call, but just added a contact information casually.

The normal fans of the barrage are almost dumbfounded, not knowing what the two protagonists on the other side of the screen want to do.

Qu Ning took the time to comfort her.

"It's okay, he's dealing with work, busy man—" Seeing that something was wrong, he quickly turned off the voice-over in the live broadcast room.

Bo Jiu was expressionless: "Hello? Mr. Wang? Haha it's me, Bo Jiu."

There was a burst of surprise and apologetic smiles in the tone, and the two exchanged a few words.

Bo Jiu glanced at the barrage, and saw that there were still a few bouncing about Qu Ning's appearance and body, he said coldly, "That's it, please turn on the computer, Mr. Wang, I have a live broadcast here, you let me The technicians blocked all the IDs in this live broadcast room who had swear words and personal attacks, yes, it is now."

"Haha I'm sorry, I'll treat you to dinner next time."

Over there busy saying dare not dare.

Qu Ning saw that Bo Jiu was smiling, but there was no expression on his face.

It's not like he hasn't broadcasted live before, because to be responsible for these fans, even if he was autistic before, he needed to contact a large number of people for a short time. For this reason, he specially learned how to manipulate the camera and the terminology that needs to be paid attention to during live broadcast.

Because of this, he has seen a lot of dirty things in the live broadcast room, but none of the live broadcast room has such a hard-core handling method.

The screen has been cleared.

It's not that they were directly blocked, but that everyone was so scared by the sudden shutdown of the voice that they forgot to type, and when they saw a bunch of robot housekeepers pouring into the live broadcast room, they didn't understand.

Obviously the man just called the platform boss directly!

This kind of high-level coquettish operation shocked everyone's eyes.

Qu Ning hadn't seen it either, but Bo Jiu wouldn't target anything in such a big way before, and he felt that Bo Jiu's mood today was not very good.

Bo Jiu returned several messages on the phone. Within 2 minutes, there were three more senior human administrators in Qu Ning's live broadcast room. All the people who entered the live broadcast room were strictly reviewed by big data. The other side of the phone urged and even upgraded the live broadcast room, and now all the normal fans who spoke in it had unique logos.

There is only one copy on the whole platform.

The fan barrage instantly forgot the horror of being manipulated by Absolute Capital just now, and instead fell into a complete carnival with You Rongyan.

Qu Ning looked at the barrage and chatted with himself, and quietly approached Bo Jiu.

"What... did you just do?"

Bo Jiu put away the mobile phone and turned his head: "The management crowd cannot be completely suppressed. These are your fans. There are many people who support you and like you. It is necessary to clear the screen in the background, but it will inevitably scare them, so let's not do anything. The little girls gave me a gift, and anyone who comes to your place to speak normally will have the emoticon suffix of a little snail in a white jade shell."

Qu Ning opened his mouth and gave Bo Jiu a thumbs up for a while.

Bo Jiu snorted and laughed: "Are you still angry?"

Qu Ning laughed: "Why are you still angry? I'm almost blinded by your operation."

Bo Jiuhou leaned on the sofa: "It's very easy to do these things, just control the psychology of different people, and the troll will let him know who the father is, and the little girl should comfort her."

Qu Ning looked at his eyebrows, turned his head and said a few more words to the barrage, this time he directly raised his hand to turn off the live broadcast on his mobile phone.

Bo Jiu looked at him: "Stop playing?"

Qu Ning shook his head: "It's okay, these people are followers of some of the paintings I posted on the Internet, they can also go to my Weibo to chat, and there is also a fan group formed by myself, this live broadcast was originally for them Look at the spirit of the artist, and he will not cut off his ears or swallow his gun."

Bo Jiu suddenly smiled: "I think of Van Gogh."

Qu Ning also smiled for a moment, and then looked at him pretending to be serious: "What can we do, now they probably think that we have a bad relationship behind our backs."

Bo Jiu was puzzled: "Is our relationship still pure? We all talk to each other—"

Qu Ning covered his mouth with a shy look.

"It's good for you to know some things yourself, but don't say it." I still have relatives on the Internet.

Bo Jiu rubbed his palm with the tip of his nose.

Qu Ning threw off the slippers, got on the sofa and leaned next to Bo Jiu, her head and coat were cute and fluffy.

"Boss, what made you unhappy today?"

Bo Jiu was silent: "I'm not unhappy."

Qu Ning raised his eyes: "You are just angry."

Bo Jiu paused for a few more breaths, then compromised: "Okay, it's a little bit."

Qu Ning called Bo Qinglang, stuffed Bo Qinglang into Bo Jiu's arms and said, "Touch your son, petting a cat can lower your blood pressure and relax you."

Bo Jiu: "...has it been studied scientifically?"

Qu Ning: "No, it's a BBC documentary, I've seen it."

Bo Jiu was amused by Qu Ning's serious appearance.

Qu Ning heaved a sigh of relief, and the strength of Xianyu came up again, and he slowly lay down on Bo Jiu's lap, feeling the other's knuckles combing his hair carefully.

"Actually, I saw someone talking about my ears on the barrage today."

Bo Jiu hummed, motioning for him to continue.

Qu Ning said: "I have never been exposed outside, the only time was the last art exhibition, the person in charge knew about my situation, but he was quite upright, so I thought about it carefully, someone must have seen me Chat with Xiaodong in sign language."

Bo Jiu didn't know what to think of, and his hands paused slightly.

He couldn't understand Qu Ning's sign language, and seemed to be a bit late.

"Lin Xiaodong looks like you like it very much." Bo Jiu's tone was vague.

Qu Ning: "He is actually my fan."

Bo Jiu: "...Then does he know that you are his fan?"

Qu Ning felt a little funny when he thought of this: "He doesn't know, let him find out by himself, there is no need to show his identity."

Bo Jiu: "Ning Ning has also started playing."

Qu Ning was noncommittal: "At the beginning, I felt a little nervous because of those bullet screens. Then I thought about it. Although I am an old company and afraid that people don't go out these years, my works have been running outside for me, and various awards, large and small, have also won awards. I got a lot, and the art circle is actually complicated. It is inevitable that some narrow-minded people will remember me, and randomly guess that I am the one who signed certain works accurately at the art exhibition... But they can only attack me verbally. Can't do much harm, I paint with my hands not my ears."

Bo Jiu had a cold face: "A bunch of jumping clowns."

Qu Ning raised his eyes and looked at him: "So I'm not angry, and you shouldn't be angry because of some things. My life has been ups and downs for so many years, but in the end I feel that nothing is more important than my mood. It's best to be happy every day even if you cry and laugh every day. "

Bo Jiu couldn't hold back, leaned over and kissed him.

His Ningning is not a shadow mushroom, but actually a little sun.

Qu Ning didn't hide, and took the opportunity to comfort the man's stubble.

"I'm just a little depressed." Bo Jiu said.

Qu Ning put on a posture of listening attentively.

Bo Jiu frowned: "Some people say you won't like me, I can bear it? He is questioning the strength of our relationship. But I can't refute the person who said that. I bored myself all afternoon, and even started I think what to do if you really don't like me, if so, you might as well become a monk in the future, anyway, if you do it again, I will definitely not be able to bear it."

Only then did Qu Ning understand the level of Bo Jiu's anger, he thought for a while and said, "Someone warns you by saying that I don't have a good impression of you?"

Bo Jiu nodded reluctantly: "I don't know what he thinks."

Qu Ning smiled again: "How can there be someone who knows me better than myself? You might as well just ask me if I have a crush on you."

Bo Jiu looked at him casually: "What does Ningning think of Bo Jiu?"

Qu Ning said without hesitation, "Ning Ning thinks that Bo Jiu is very nice."

Bo Jiu was stunned.

Qu Ning said again: "Bo Jiu is super awesome, there is no better 'contract boyfriend' than you, Bo Jiu can make money, hate people, clean up the mess and play psychology, and even build a house for Ning Ning and tidy up the studio, Ning Ning's I'm afraid ten paintings really won't be worth these things."

Bo Jiu's throat moved slightly: "I'm really so good in your heart?...Then let's re-clear the transaction method?"

Qu Ning stood up, the sofa was wide, he suddenly sat on Bo Jiu's lap, the tassels of his clothes swayed.

"We need to recalculate, but this time we need to add Qu Ning's favorability," Qu Ning chuckled, and after a few breaths: "After the complicated reasoning of the snail people, we finally came up with a new equivalent formula."

The displeasure and coldness on the tip of Bo Jiu's brows slowly disappeared, leaving only focus and tenderness.

Qu Ning leaned over, licked and kissed him, and a touch of unrecognizable emotion flashed across her beautiful eyes.

"I still need to draw a lot of Mr. Bo Jiu."

"But I also give you the right to kiss Qu Ning ten times at will, Tong. The total time is half an hour—three minutes have passed, time is urgent, Mr. Bo Jiu, please start kissing as soon as possible."

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