[Rebirth] This rhythm is wrong!

On the weekend, Li Mian arrived at the radio station according to the previously agreed time, and went out for dinner with everyone.

After a few glasses of beer, the atmosphere became lively.

During the meeting, the director lavishly praised him and also said a few words from his heart.He said that he didn't expect Li Mian's show to be successful, because everyone knew exactly how he got into the show, and they thought it was just a rich young master who was idle and bored for fun.

"Brother, don't worry too much, I'm only telling you because of your honesty."

Li Mian couldn't stop nodding.

The other party also said that after these few episodes, Li Mian's usual hard work and performance in the show have made Mian Judao's audience rating almost rank in the middle of the station, which is quite a good result.

Especially after the last special program, the audience has grown exponentially, and even the growth rate of Weibo fans has doubled.

Speaking of this, the director asked him if he had never followed his Weibo.

Li Mian admitted embarrassedly that he had no interest in that thing at all.

"Come on, take a look, it just so happens that my phone can access the Internet." As he said that, the broadcast director donated his smartphone and handed it to Li Mian.

Li Mian, who had almost made up his mind about all kinds of [-]-ban speeches made by the elder sisters, took it and read it down.

It must be embarrassing.

Please don't tease me in public like this.

Li Mian prayed silently.

The Weibo was posted by the staff for him. The latest one is: Although the pentameter is not complete, but the last song has been practiced for a long time. I hope you like it.Below is a link, you don’t need to open it, just look at the name, it’s all the “special titles” sung by Li Mian, and the director brother helped him record the finale of the last song he sang.

There are actually hundreds of comments below.

Li Mian clicked on it without any hope, and his eyes almost fell out.

"It's ridiculous that the host is singing out of tune, but why do you think his voice can completely cover up the flaws of tone insufficiency!"

"Sisters persisted until the last 4 minutes, what a miracle, the contrast is so cute!"

"Aww, nosebleeds, I can't explain the contrast."

"He must have a smug expression when he sang. I don't know who he is thinking of. It sounds so sweet! It is said that the host is still single?"

"I really want to see what he looks like. I'm so curious that I scratch the wall. It doesn't matter if you're short and poor. Let's take a picture!"

"A photo of fruit!"

The director's big head also came closer, and his small eyes were narrowed into a line. "Look, how popular you are. Most hosts in the station have Weibo, and your fans are almost becoming the most. I think Xiao Liang has more than you. Although the audience who called in sounded They are all quite old, but it seems that the age of your fans is quite suitable for you, it seems that they are not very old, haha."

Li Mian didn't say anything, stopped reading the comments, and looked at the previous Weibo one by one.

Since he hosted the show for the second time, he talked a lot about what happened when he was hosting. I didn't expect the staff in the station to be so responsible and help him send so many messages all the time.

He was suddenly moved.

Because he finally has one thing that has been affirmed by many people, the key is through his own efforts.

Regardless of the late-night relationship, the praise on Weibo and the big brother's smile on Weibo are all earned by his own hard work.This kind of mood is completely different from him fighting wits and bravery with his father to get pocket money, and his satisfied heart warms up.

Speaking of which, he has never thanked Han Zhiheng for helping him find a "job" that suits him so well.

In fact, he was just complaining in vain at the time, but he didn't expect it to be recorded so seriously.Han Zhiheng must have thought about it for a long time before he thought of such a suitable thing for him to do.

Once Li Mian was happy, he inevitably drank a few more glasses. Besides, many people in the stage usually took good care of him, so he didn't like to drink when they came to toast, and he would get high after drinking.

Although it wasn't Tuesday or Thursday, Li Mian wanted to see Han Zhiheng, and he thought about the whole meal, so he was drunk and made harassing calls to Han Zhiheng.

Han Zhiheng should be about to go to sleep. When he answered the phone, his voice was low. He heard Li Mian ask him to rescue him with his tongue in his mouth. Coming soon.

Li Mian had already figured out Han Zhiheng's character, even though he always scolded him, he never let him go.

After the dinner party, when a group of people were seeing off at the entrance of the restaurant, Han Zhiheng arrived in his car.

Everyone in Taili knew Han Zhiheng, and those who were enthusiastic even said hello.

Li Mian waved to his colleagues, drove in the door, and collapsed on the seat.

"Sorry, there's... more."

Han Zhiheng glanced at him: "If you drink too much, come and harass me. Am I your father or your mother?"

"You are my brother." Li Mian's face was already thicker than a city wall, and Han Zhiheng couldn't penetrate it at all.

With the experience of last time, Han Zhiheng decided not to argue with the drunkard Li Mian.

After arriving home, help the person to the bedroom, and after the skin is almost peeled off, it is time to cover him with a quilt.

But at this time, I suddenly remembered the situation last time...

It's literally a shot replay.

He couldn't control it and wanted to do something.

After hesitating for a long time, he sat on the edge of the bed, bent down, stroked the broken hair on Li Mian's forehead, and followed the smell in his memory.

It is not too much to ask for "interest" to eat and live in him and order him.

The next day, Li Mian woke up again, but this time it was not a monkey, but a dream.

He dreamed that Han Zhiheng kissed him again, and it felt more real than last time. He still remembered turning his head to hide, but the other party chased him and kissed him almost out of breath... Then he...surrendered.

Well, he hugged Han Zhiheng and gnawed on it like a pig's trotter, with endless aftertaste, until Han Zhiheng walked away cursing.

Thinking about it, I felt so hot all over my body, I had such a lascivious dream.

Li Mian sat up, feeling something was wrong with his body, opened the quilt to disperse the heat, looked at the situation below, and almost cried.

Fortunately, Han Zhiheng was not at home, so he probably went to work early in the morning on Monday.

Otherwise, seeing him washing underwear here, I don't know what I would think.

Compared to the first time he had that kind of dream, Li Mian felt a little calmer.

After eating the breakfast that Han Zhiheng prepared for him, he thought about it, called Shen Xiaoqian, and asked for the phone number of a woman who had dinner with him last time.

That woman seemed to be interested in him, but he didn't think about it that much at the time, the phone was not saved, so now he had to ask Shen Xiaoqian for help.

Shen Xiaoqian listened to Li Mian's idea of ​​wanting to know a woman, and blurted out in surprise: "Han Zhiheng?"

"What's none of his business?" Li Mian was surprised.

"Strange, isn't Han Zhiheng chasing you? Doesn't he like you?"

"……What??"

Li Mian was still dazed after hanging up the phone, Shen Xiaoqian said that according to his observation, Han Zhiheng liked him.

Li Mian's heart is almost out of order.

A little happy, a little scared.

Shen Xiaoqian said if he didn't believe it, let him try it, as for how to try it, Li Mian was thinking.

But Han Zhiheng did treat him very well, could it be because he likes him?

Then the dream he had, was it a dream?

Li Mian drove his mother to the mall to buy a new year's goods and a gift box for the new year in the back seat. Seeing that his mother seemed very happy, he pretended to be casual and asked tentatively, "Mom, why did my dad chase you back then?"

"Yeah? Son, why are you suddenly interested in your parents' affairs?" She remembered that he used to tell Li Mian about their era. 's gone.

"Suddenly curious, you two are so happy now, what were you like when you were young?"

Being mentioned by his son, Zhang Qin fell into beautiful and sweet memories.

"Your dad, that temper was even more stubborn when I was young than now. I had a friend at the time, but he was from out of town. My family didn't agree, so I had to introduce your dad to me. I didn't like him at the time, but your dad took a look at him. He just fell in love with me, and then treated me well, but he was so considerate, and slowly I was moved by him."

"What a good idea?" Li Mian asked.

"He took good care of me. As soon as I wanted to work, he would take it right away. He would tell me jokes when I was tired. At that time, he was not as open as he is now. He said he wanted to help me relax and I would not do it. , I don’t even let him pull my hand, he will feel sorry for me when I get hurt at work, and when I see that he loves me, I won’t feel bad.”

Hey, mom is really not ashamed, she still talks so sweetly at such an old age, just like a little girl.

Li Mian spat in disdain.

After chatting with his mother, Li Mian had a plan to find out if Han Zhihengxi didn't like him.

The exploration is divided into two aspects:

Pretending to be tired from work, to see if Han Zhiheng would help him, or give him a massage or something.

Pretend to be hurt, to see if Han Zhiheng will feel distressed, or be gentle with him or something.

With a plan in place, Li Mian began to think, if Han Zhiheng liked him, alas, this would be a big scandal, and he would have to walk around Han Zhiheng three times to ruthlessly cast aside him.

However, it is completely understandable that he is so understanding, versatile, handsome and rare that he attracts several people of the same sex, even Han Zhiheng. Of course, he will not look down on him.

Li Mian was thinking endlessly, this mouth could not be closed, and his mother was frightened, thinking that the child was going to do something bad again.

Li Mian is not a procrastinator when he says he will do it.So before going to the radio station on Tuesday, he took a whole afternoon to work at Han Zhiheng's house, intending to pretend to be Sister Lin.

He still confines Han Zhiheng at home, otherwise how will the plan be implemented?

"I'm so tired from wiping the range hood, my arms are sore." Li Mian watched Han Zhiheng watching TV in the living room, howling with a voice three times louder than the TV, and thought to himself, come and feel sorry for me.

"You deserve it! You don't clean up normally." Han Zhiheng still sat there with his legs crossed, his buttocks didn't even move, it didn't look like he wanted to help him share the housework at all.

Nima doesn't seem to be chasing someone, this is obviously training the third grandson.

Since the hint doesn't work, let me clarify, "You...you won't help me? This is your home after all."

"I bought the food, and the kitchen utensils are mine. You still eat mine and sleep with mine. Why do you talk so much when you do some work?"

your uncle -

Li Mian's teeth were about to shatter.

After calming down for a while, he thought that a machismo like Han Zhiheng might have a physical and psychological aversion to the kitchen, maybe he shouldn't use this method to test it.

If you mop the floor... Forget it, Han Zhiheng doesn't know how to do housework at all!How can you help yourself if you don’t know how to do it!

How many men in the world are as perfect as yourself?

Then use the second trick.

Li Mian looked at the kitchen knife in his hand, his wrist was a little weak, his arm was shaking a little, and the finger that was about to sacrifice started to hurt in advance.

In order to test whether Han Zhihengxi likes him or not, would it be too much of a loss to spend such a big "investment"... What benefits will I get then?Will the loss outweigh the gain?Because he wanted to bleed himself, Li Mian flinched a little.

no!Curiosity conquers everything, men bleed and cry without sweating!Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, Li Mian began to gesture with a knife.

"Ah! Zhiheng, help me—"