Marriage by agreement, focus on participation

After a long time, Qi Ye saw Fu Wan and the following comments on Weibo's Jiugongge picture——

[Now immediately, I want all his contact information! ]

[Is little brother missing a girlfriend? ]

[A certain angle is a bit similar to Fu Hengyao, but it's different, at least the temperament is two extremes. ]

[Hey, Weibo is so good, it can also let me find the next one. ]

[Ah, ah, are you sure you didn't retouch the picture? How can there be a boy with such a beautiful and clean temperament. ]

[The poor ghost Wanye is indeed very good at fighting, but he always thinks that he is the rich second generation, and he even sets up a person for himself, which is very funny. ]

[It doesn't matter, my three views follow my five senses, little brother, I want to sleep with you! ! ! ]

Qi Ye: "..."

His fingers gripped the pen tightly, visibly upset.

What is this all about?

There's no one they care about on the internet anymore, right?

How could his payment be put on the Internet for people to comment and covet at will?

Fu Wan was likable since she was a child. During the kindergarten performance, Fu Wan dressed as a little prince had appeared on TV, and was praised by uncles and aunts, saying that she was the embryo of a beauty.

He was distracted, and he didn't want to chase today's project data any more. He wondered what Fu Wan was doing right now——

[Qi Ye]: Wanwan, do you want to remove the hot search for you?Are you afraid that someone will say something to you?

He waited for about 5 minutes and Fu Wan didn't reply.

At this time of day...Fu Wan should be live broadcasting.

He clicked on the live broadcast software of Pingxin TV on the screen, and sure enough, Fu Wan was chatting with hundreds of thousands of online netizens in the live broadcast room.

Fu Wan didn't rush, grabbed two water friends to form a team, and played the game for a long time.

The water friend probably crawled over from another platform along the network cable, and confessed to Fu Wan as soon as he turned on the microphone.

"Wan Ye, do you have a boyfriend?"

[woo~]

[Do you have it, little late night. ]

"I have." Fu Wan smiled, "I wish you happiness."

[You have a fart, Wannian single-row dog, who cares about you except us and you. ]

[Poor ghost, light a cigarette. jpg, the heat from outside is unreliable, they come and leave quickly, I advise you not to lose yourself, concentrate on pleasing us uncles, and you can even give you some food money. ]

"Then I'm so pitiful." Fu Wan said casually, "Other people's homes are all fans of the anchor pua, and I'm your pua here, and you don't expect me to be good."

At the moment in his live broadcast room, the barrage is full of confessions, and there are many kinds of confessions, including literary, earthy, and perverted ones.

[System prompt: "Night" set off a firework for you. 】

The colorful special effects screen occupied the screen. Fu Wan forgot to turn off the gift special effects, and the game screen was temporarily blocked. Fortunately, he reacted in time and dodged a big move.

Qi Ye just brushed him presents without saying a word.

The water friend's attention was completely attracted by this big spender.

The colorful luminescent font confession of "Night" is mixed with a large group of confession bullet screens, which seems to be nothing special.

[Night]: How can there be such a clean and beautiful boy?Little brother, I want to sleep with you!I love you so much, give me all your contact information!

Fu Wan turned on the barrage assistant, and he saw the name "Night" at a glance among the countless texts flying past.

It was obviously just a patchwork of confession sentences, no different from those impromptu hilarious words on the Internet, but his heart seemed to have experienced a scene slowed down to the extreme, which recorded the blooming of a flower.

[This kid, open his eyes when he sees money. ]

[After working for a long time, 1 rewards can change your smiling face, you are really expensive. ]

[No way, we are poor every night. ]

"I'm not poor, okay, I want to see a smile, come on, let me show you one." Fu Wan said.

His cheeks were slightly hot, and he found that he was more and more able to fantasize about Qi Ye's body. Whatever Qi Ye did or said, he could spontaneously take a seat and fill in Fu Wan's name.

He didn't want to be blushed by these noisy people, so he raised his hand and twisted the camera, turning on the tenth level of beauty.

[? ? ? ]

[Why do you suddenly care about this?Is there someone among us you care about? ]

[It’s too licking, poor man, how much money I gave you at night, I also... Forget it, I can’t afford it. ]

[Turn it off, I don’t want the filter to affect my appreciation of your face. ]

"Don't be noisy." Fu Wan said, "Be patient and watch me finish typing this paragraph."

In Xinyu's office, Qi Ye was still clicking the reward button.

He has Weibo on his mobile phone and Pingxin TV on his computer. In the mediocre confession passages that can be seen everywhere, he occasionally hides his sincerity.

He posts a lot.

He hoped that no matter how sloppy Fu Wan was, he could see a sentence or two.

On the screen, after finishing a round, Fu Wan was reading the tip he just received——

"'Wan Ye' thank you 'Night' for the...fifty fireworks." Fu Wan said, "I wish you all the best."

[Night]: Both of our names have a sense of CP.Straight man in sunglasses grinning.jpg

Fu Wan: "..."

When his brother said this, someone in the live broadcast room started booing again.

He was sure and sure that his brother was teasing him.

Spend so much money to make him happy on someone else's platform.

Qi Ye is really good at accommodating him. He has been like this since he was a child. If he wants the stars but not the moon, Qi Ye will give him whatever is reasonable or unreasonable.

He lost his temper and wanted Qi Ye to like him, so Qi Ye created an atmosphere of liking him and gave him a part.

"I won't play two more games." Fu Wan said, "Anyway, you didn't come to watch me play games. I won't broadcast it tomorrow. I'm going to school tomorrow to take a graduation photo."

[Do you want a graduation photo of your major? ]

[Have you ever studied? ]

[Can you find a job? My brick factory is short of people. ]

"I have a high degree of education and a high income." Fu Wan couldn't stand them, "Let go of the complex of helping others, I live a better life than you, I spent my youth listening to your bullshit, right?"

Fu Wan ignored the group of people's provocative confession, he quit the live broadcast and wrote something in the memo.

[The first time Qi Ye spent a lot of money in the live broadcast room was to pay for the night. 】

[Qi Ye's first college graduation photo shoot was also with Fu Wan. 】

The iron frame bed was too hard for him, and he sat on the head of the bed, feeling a little homesick.

Qi Ye said, he went back, that is home.

Thinking of this, he rolled on the iron plank.

Suddenly the apartment doorbell rang.

At this time, will anyone come to him?

[Qi Ye]: Wanwan, open the door, there are potatoes.

[Princess Xinyu on the run]: ... Don't you think it's low when you use the same trick for the second time?

[Qi Ye]: As long as it is easy to use.

Fu Wan still opened the door.

Qi Ye has been working a lot of overtime recently, he is reluctant to let his brother go out now.

I just don't know why Qi Ye would suddenly come to him at such a late hour.

"I'm just hungry, where's the baked potato?" he asked, blinking.

Qi Ye laughed awkwardly.

Fu Wan understood in seconds: "Do you even bother to bring bait?"

But he still took the bait, he was just a useless little salty fish, he could be pulled out of the water with bare hands.

"Let's go." Fu Wan said, "We are separating, so don't disturb me."

It's fine if he didn't say that, but as soon as he finished speaking, Qi Ye's face darkened: "Fu Zaozao, some words can't be said indiscriminately."

"Isn't this just a share..." Halfway through his words, Qi Ye stretched out his hand and pinched his mouth, "Um..."

"I can tolerate you arguing with me and losing your temper with me, but you can't mention words like divorce, separation, and breakup." Qi Ye was inexplicably flustered, "You can't let many people confess to you, put it in the agreement In marriage, you are breaking the contract."

"What the hell are you here for?" Fu Wan squeezed her cheeks sorely, her tone was not so good, "Is cooperation that important? What else can you say besides the contract?"

He suspected that his brother had come to beat him again, pushing him against the wall and knocking him on the head like he did in the afternoon at the manga exhibition.

"I'll come..." Qi Ye lowered his head and kissed his lips, then glanced at the small iron window of the apartment, "I'm here to commute your sentence."

He was stunned, Qi Ye's hand rested on the back of his neck, inserted into his hair, pulled his silver-gray hair tails, forcing him to raise his head slightly.

"If you run away from home without kissing me, how about I kiss you back?"

Qi Ye was talking to him almost in a coaxing tone, "Open your mouth."

He was guided to open his mouth slightly, and there was a gleam of light in his half-closed eyes, and light pink finger marks were briefly imprinted on his fair cheeks because of Qi Ye's kneading movements.

His breath broke into him and plundered his world. It was different from the kiss he got when he was crushed on the stairs when he ran away from home that day. Qi Ye at this time was much gentler.

Like the Qi Ye who coaxed him every time he lost his temper when he was a child.

He clumsily hides his self which is full of mistakes and omissions, while he wants to put a plate of himself in front of the other party, and at the same time proudly waits for him to discover.

He feels that their relationship has completely deteriorated so far, and there is a paradise in the front, and a rugged cliff in the back.

"There are still 6 days." Qi Ye let go of him, raised his hand to wipe away the water from his lips, "Hurry up and go back to me."

He leaned against the wall and slowly slid to the ground.

After Qi Ye left, Fu Wan had a dream, a dream that made him want Qi Ye to kneel on the keyboard, durian, and sea urchin.

He dreamed that Qi Ye divorced him and married a beautiful vixen. Qi Ye took the vixen's hand, pointed at him and said, this is my ex-husband.

Fu Wan woke up angrily, the more he thought about it, the angrier he became.

He checked the time, it was only five in the morning.

The backstage of his Pingxin TV has been very noisy from yesterday to today, full of various confessions.

[Late night, I like you! ]

[Tell me what to do to get the number plate of love! ]

[Wan Ye, woo woo woo, why do you grow so long? It's completely in my aesthetics. ]

The news with almost the same content occupied all his private messages, and the ones flying around were all rotten peach blossoms.

Before his eyes suddenly appeared the part where Qi Ye pushed him against the wall yesterday, emphasizing that he could not violate the contract.

With an idea, he found the photo of Qi Ye that he took during the Xinyu Yuegui cooperation meeting a few days ago from his mobile phone.

Qi Ye in the photo, with Xinyu's Taiwan card in front of him, has a cold demeanor and a noble demeanor.

[Wan Ye]: I like this, I love him so much!Give up, you guys are queuing up, but you can't get the number plate I love!