Baiyueguang professional account

The figure in front of him flickered, covering the two lines of sight that met in the air.

The young girl came over with a coffee, put it in front of An Mo's table with a smile, and said in a gentle voice, "Guest, you ordered Americano."

"Thank you." An Mo curled his lips. Seeing that the girl hadn't left yet, he paused and asked softly, "Is there a boy who came here? He doesn't look too old, and he said he was waiting for someone?"

"Waiting for someone?" Being able to talk to such a good-looking little brother, the girl immediately paid attention and said, "There is no boy, but the guests at the big table inside are all waiting for someone."

An Mo: "...Well, thank you."

It turned out that the group of people inside were all waiting for someone!

Zill was speechless.

During training in the morning, he casually told Lao Ma to go out for lunch.In the end, I don't know what happened. When he left the club at noon, he was followed by a group of little tails.

His dear teammates, with an attitude of 'we also go out to eat, just met you by chance' attitude, followed him all the way without any scruples!

Although he had struggled and resisted halfway, Zier was discouraged when he saw Shang Linghan's emotionless eyes.

What should we do now?I can only cut first and play later, and quietly say sorry to Xiaoyi.

"Is this a boy?"

"It's so good-looking... If it was shorter, I would think he was a girl."

"Lace, Lara?"

"Go, go, go, I can only say that I have short-sightedness, and I have never seen such a good-looking man."

He had no time to care about the whispers of his teammates, and Zier, who was arranged to sit next to Brother Han and couldn't run, took his mobile phone and sent text messages to Xiao Yi like he was secretly playing under the desk in class.

Er Er: Xiao Yi, I'm sorry for you.

Er Er: My colleagues insist on following me, I really don't have the right to speak.

Er Er: You have to forgive me, I'm sorry, today I treat you!After a while, we will find a place to dump them, and then we will eat something else, you choose!

After receiving Qier's message, An Mo understood instantly.

It's not that Kiel hasn't arrived, it's that he's here... and he can't help it.

His eyes quietly fell on the corner, the man no longer paid attention to this side, but the first time An Mo looked over, the other party immediately noticed and raised his eyes to scan over.

An Mo ignored them and glanced around at those people, finally stopping at a naive person next to the man.

He is dressed in beautiful and bright colors, obviously in the style of contemporary boys. He wears a fashionable fisherman hat on his head. He looks like he is collapsed, his shoulders are slumped, and his hands are fiddling under the table...

An Mo pursed her lips, showing an indescribable expression.

The footsteps that should have gone to meet each other hesitated.

Mo Yi: ... Fisherman hat, pink pants?

After sending it over, he raised his head, and saw that cowardly little figure standing up suddenly, looking towards him, the light in his eyes burst out, revealing surprise and excitement.

In the next second, Zier pushed away his teammates blocking the outside, happily flying towards An Mo like a little bird.

"Little one—!"

After all, the development of things is still going in an uncontrollable direction.

Sitting at the long table in the Japanese grocery store, a large group of people sat down very familiarly.

Zill was of course sitting next to him, and the seat on the other side of him was always vacant, until the tall man walked in, swept around, walked straight over and sat down, without saying a word.

Zier kept smirking at him, which made An Mo feel helpless.

"Shouldn't you introduce me, Er Er." Facing the child, An Mo didn't want to pursue it, and the matter had come to this point, so he could only bite the bullet and finish the meal.

"Ah? Oh." Zier was very happy to be able to talk to Xiaoyi. Hearing his words, he waved his hands casually: "It's not important, they are not important, hehehe..."

An Mo: ...

Crowd: ...

The cold eyes from the captain came over, and Zier shuddered from the cold, and immediately remedied: "Ahem, these are all my...colleagues, yes, colleagues. They have no money and want to have a meal. Little one you It's so pretty, don't mind."

Speaking of the latter, he began to draw a long tone and act like a baby.

This appearance really ate An Mo to death.

"I don't mind." He smiled at everyone and said, "Hello, I'm Er Er's friend."

"Hello……"

"It's an honor to meet you."

"He looks so handsome."

The greetings came one after another, with some strange things mixed in between.

In fact, including Zier, there are only five people, and several team members did not come.These five people happened to be the main players in the first round of the playoffs. An Mo didn't watch the live broadcast of the game and was not familiar with it. If it was someone else, he would have rushed forward to sign.

Although in their view, An Mo is the one who should set off a wave of signings.

Qi Er was so fascinated by An Mo's face that he couldn't find his way. Before the meal, he had been staring at An Mo obsessively, answering every question, but not annoying.

"Xiaoyi, I didn't expect you to be so good-looking..."

"Be normal." An Mo raised his eyebrows and said, "If you continue like this, I won't see you next time."

"Oh? And next time!" Zier shook his body, "Well, I'll be normal, and next time it's just the two of us going out, and there are no other light bulbs!"

The sunny boy sat up straight, a little taller than An Mo.When walking with them on the road just now, An Mo couldn't help sighing in his heart. This group of people were all tall and had outstanding looks. Except for the man who walked silently at the end of the line like a transparent person, the personality of the others Also very good.

What kind of job is this that needs to recruit so many male-like employees?

The other people called Light Bulbs made dissatisfied voices, but Ziel, who suddenly became stiff, snapped back.

During the meal, An Mo received a call from his mother.

The private room was very lively, he greeted Zier and went to the smoking room set up by the restaurant.

It was very empty and there was no one there. He answered the phone and had a simple communication with his mother.

What the elders ask is nothing more than trivial matters in life. Knowing that you are living well, you will feel better.An Mo would go home during the holidays, but this still couldn't stop her mother from missing her son.

"Anyway, your working environment is free. Isn't it okay to live broadcast here at home?"

"It's different." An Mo said, "It feels different."

"Oh, the child has grown up..."

After chatting for a while, he hung up the phone. As soon as An Mo walked out, he was startled by a figure standing by the door.

Taking a closer look, it turned out to be the man called 'Brother Han' by Zier. From his words, An Mo could feel that this Brother Han should be their leader in work. A few positions are a little higher.

Out of politeness, An Mo nodded and said hello, "Come out to get some air?"

The man raised his hand, revealing a cigarette held between his slender fingers.

It turned out to be smoking.

"Sorry, the smoking room is occupied." An Mo said, "Go in quickly."

The man stood up straight. He was half a head taller than An Mo. No matter how he looked, he looked familiar. In front of him, the man took off his hat, revealing his unusually handsome face.

An indescribable sense of familiarity welled up in his heart, An Mo was stunned for a few seconds, and his first reaction was to avoid it.

However, the man did not give him this chance.

The black hat was suddenly handed to him, and a dull and magnetic voice sounded from above his head.

"Please help me take it back."

An Mo reached out to catch it, "Okay."

From Ling Han's perspective, An Mo's fair neck could be seen. Because it was thin, blue blood vessels were buried under the white flesh, winding and sexy.

He suddenly thought of the exquisite and conspicuous collarbone in the camera, which made Han's Adam's apple tremble up and down, and his eyes suddenly darkened.

The person in front of him didn't move for a long time, An Mo turned around and left without embarrassment, raised his head and asked pointedly: "Mr. Han?"

When the words fell, Ling Han lifted her thin lips: "Han?"

"Yes, they all call you Brother Han, so I..."

"Ling." Ling Han corrected, "My name is Ling Han."

"Okay, Mr. Ling, then I'll..."

The sound stopped abruptly.

Cold? !

[Host, it's Ling Han! 】

Yes, it is Linghan!

He raised his head in surprise, and looked at the man in front of him in disbelief. An Mo opened his mouth, but didn't say a word.

Tang Yang's biggest opponent in the original text is the only e-sports player who can overwhelm Tang Yang in the early stage in the jungle position, not one of them!

Ling Han saw the slightly shocked look of the young man.

"What? What's the problem?"

"No... just, I was quite shocked." An Mo's brain was racing, "You are the cold god, right? The captain of the SL Glory team."

Ling Han raised his eyebrows, "Are you watching the game?"

An Mo: "Don't watch."

Ling Han: "...you know a lot."

I'm Bai Yueguang, your nemesis, and a little boy.

An Mo avoided the topic with a smile, "Then I'll go back first, Hanshen."

Suppressing the turmoil in his heart, An Mo turned around lightly, straightened his back, and walked deep into the corridor.

Behind him, Ling Han's black eyes shone with an indescribable brilliance, as he pondered over the word 'Han Shen' he heard from An Mo's mouth, he suddenly lost the desire to smoke.

Hanshen is a nickname given to him by fans. Later, the number of competitions increased, and after being known by more people, everyone called him Hanshen.

This is an awe-inspiring title. In this circle, another god is Xing Lan's Huo Tun.

Everyone calls it, but it's not as good as the little anchor's call.

After An Mo returned to the private room, he immediately pulled Zier out.

"Tell you, what exactly do you guys do?" An Mo narrowed his eyes, not missing Zier's expression.

Chilton paused, and said in a panic, "Just, just one department, usually...training or something."

An Mo: "Game training?"

Zill was shocked: "How do you know?!"

Pass Ling Han's hat over.

Zier: "Why are you holding Brother Han's hat?!"

"You take it back." An Mo raised his eyebrows and said, "Did you see me playing games yesterday? Do you think my skills are good?"

The big boy panicked all of a sudden, and explained with a blushing face: "No! Xiaoyi, you are really good at playing, really! You have a good sense, and when playing and supporting, you protect the shooter like an emperor! "

There are too many slots in the last sentence, but if you think about it carefully, there seems to be nothing wrong with it.

Just wanted to know how his live broadcast was from the viewer's point of view, so An Mo put on a cold face and asked, "I only won two rounds yesterday, what do you think is the problem?"

"It's all their food!" Zier began to change the subject, "The teammates of the wild team basically only care about themselves. It's normal to win and lose."

"The effect of the live broadcast..."

"Very—very—" the big boy dragged his voice exaggeratedly, "Great!"

An Mo suspected that he had a fan filter, and asked, "Be honest, don't lie to me."

"I won't lie to Xiaoyi!"

This little cry has been going on for five years.

An Mo smiled helplessly, and was about to say something to appease the other party, when he caught sight of a tall figure from the corner of his eye, subconsciously held his breath and concentrated.

"Let's go." He blinked in that direction meaningfully, "Go back to dinner."

Zier, whose back was facing the corridor, didn't notice it, thinking that An Mo was not angry that he was hiding work, so he immediately happily embraced An Mo's shoulders, and leaned his head affectionately.

"So can I still come out to play with you in the future?"

"Next time, the two of us will not bring anyone else!"

"I'll keep it quiet, so they won't know!"

The man stepped out of the shadow of the corridor with cold eyes. Seeing this scene, he turned around and walked straight in this direction.

Not knowing why he panicked, An Mo tried to push Zier's head with his hands, but the other party thought he was joking, and smiled closer and closer, his broken hair arched An Mo's neck, arousing a slight itchy feeling.

The next second, the light in front of him was suddenly covered.

"Ouch—"

Keeping his head tilted, Zier was picked up by his ears.

The author has something to say: Zier: I dated Xiao Yi's two people, and it was ruined like this.