live in jail [interstellar]

Qiao Mobai was lying on the bed, chatting with the audience in the live broadcast room on the mobile phone, when he heard the knock on the door, he got up and opened the door without thinking much.

The iron door opened, and the person holding the pillow outside the door stood there with half of his face flushed, full of sadness.

"Wow, Mobai! He hit me!"

Zhou Quan rushed in and hugged the man tightly, half of the right side with five fingerprints was just aligned with the phone camera that Qiao Mobai raised.

"Fuck! Who hit me, cute Zhou Quan! Kill him!"

"Little brother Zhou Quan was beaten and cried. Roll up my sleeves and I will beat that bastard to death."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hitting Zhou Quan, I can't bear it!"

The viewers in the live broadcast room who were doing a good night live broadcast with the anchor were suddenly swept away by the stimulating drowsiness of this scene. They all rolled up their sleeves and looked for tools indoors, ready to kill a certain bastard who beat someone at any time.

"Don't cry, you were beaten by brother Wen?" Qiao Mobai pushed the person in his arms away a little, raised his cheek and looked at the handprint on his right, which was red, and it looked like he was beaten It took a lot of effort.

"Well, because I told you just now when he was old, he heard it, he beat me as soon as you left, and kicked me out, what should I do if I don't have a place to sleep tonight." The more Zhou Quan said, the more sad he became, rubbing his pan The red eyes are particularly aggrieved.

"Then you sleep with me. Brother Wen's habit of beating people is too bad. I will teach him a lesson with you tomorrow!"

Qiao Mobai thinks about living here for so long, and it's not the first time he sees Brother Wen beating Zhou Quan. On the surface, that guy looks like an honest and quiet golden retriever, but he didn't expect to have such a bad habit of beating people.

It must be changed!As his friend of Qiao Mobai, he must not have this habit.

As soon as Zhou Quan heard what he said was too serious, Qiao Mobai felt even more disgusted with his master, and quickly explained, "Actually, I was also at fault, and he is not very old. It's all my fault that I said too seriously."

"Don't explain to this kind of person, it's not worth it! Have you had dinner? I still have food here."

Qiao Mobai pulled the man to bed, threw the pillow he had been holding on to inside the bed, took out the food he had hidden from the backpack, opened it, and handed it to him, "You first accompany my mental body. , I'll get you some water, this face will swell up tomorrow without applying cold water."

He handed the mobile phone that was being broadcast live to the other party, and walked towards the pool by himself.

Zhou Quan let out a "hmm" and sat on the bed obediently, holding a food bag in his mouth, sitting with his hands on his knees, his whole face facing the direction of the camera, so that the audience in the live broadcast room could see more clearly Clear the red marks on his right cheek.

"The surname Wen is so disgusting, it's a scum!"

Seeing such a cute and handsome guy like Zhou Quan being beaten, many viewers' impression of Wen Jiuhuai became worse and worse.

"The overlord of the East China Sea, the King of Salted Fish, rewarded the anchor with a hundred Cokes. This is for Zhou Quan's little brother. May I ask if you slapped yourself on the right cheek?"

The comment area, which was originally lively, froze instantly because of the appearance of this sentence.

In the next second, all the audience in the live broadcast room responded to the person who spoke just now, "Salted Fish King! Come out and speak clearly?"

"Is this Donghai Sand Sculpture a fan of Wen Jiuhuai? My family Zhou Quan has such a big handprint on his face, why don't you give me a try."

King Xianyu, the overlord of the East China Sea: "Okay, you raise your right hand and slap yourself in the face, make sure you know how you are being played by others."

Some viewers ignored his sand sculpture remarks, while some viewers zoomed in and zoomed in on the characters on the phone screen, pointed at Zhou Quan's right face, and studied carefully and seriously.

"Wait! I seem to have found something!"

"Wait a minute, I also found something!"

"I tried it in front of the mirror just now, and the fingerprint I made with my own hand is with the thumb facing inward."

"You all did it yourself. I asked my girlfriend to do it. It hurt so much!! After the beating, it was completely different from the fingerprints on Zhou Quan's face!"

The audience, who were still defending Zhou Quan, stiffened their fingers on the keyboard for a while, and rubbed their eyes to make sure that there were more and more negative comments in the comment area.

With trembling fingers, he typed in the comment area: "Impossible, why did Zhou Quan hit himself?"

"Hehe, let's compete for favor."

"What are you looking at?" Qiao Mobai returned to the bed with the wet towel in his hand, and handed the towel to Zhou Quan's eyes, but the other party didn't notice, his eyes were fixed on the phone screen, wondering what he was thinking something.

Zhou Quan looked at the text flashing across the bottom of the screen. For the first time, he grabbed Qiao Mobai's palm nervously, blinked vigorously before raising his head, and then raised his head to look at the other party after forcing out tears: "Mobai, I Afraid……"

His frail and timid appearance reminded Qiao Mobai somehow of the day he shot Brother Wen in the woods, sitting beside him, picked up the towel and put it on his right face: "Yes What's so scary, if you don't want to live with Brother Wen, you can move to my room tomorrow, anyway, neither of us is fat, this bed can sleep."

"Thank you, Mobai, have you ever been lied to?" Zhou Quan was facing the phone camera, his eyes could still see the comment area at the bottom of the screen, and the spirit body was still talking non-stop.

Qiao Mobai, who was sitting with his back to the phone, didn't care about his live broadcast room at all. He carefully put a cold towel against his right cheek. After being asked a strange question, he only thought for a second before nodding: "Yes, I have."

When he was a child, Ms. Liu always lied to him. Every time the New Year's red envelopes brought from relatives were turned around, she was cheated by Ms. Liu. She also said that when he grew up, he would save it for him to marry a wife.

At that time, Qiao Mobai actively handed over all the red envelopes to Ms. Liu every Chinese New Year. When she grew up, she found out online that all the parents used this reason to cheat children of their red envelopes.

"Then will you be angry after being cheated? Will you ignore that person again?"

"Of course I will be angry, but it depends on who it is, some innocuous lies are okay. But I still hate people telling lies!"

"Then what if I lie to you? Is it okay with you?" Zhou Quan tentatively asked.

Asked this question, Qiao Mobai raised his eyebrows and looked at his guilty face, then looked back at the screen of the mobile phone that had been held up all the time.

"Ahhh, Zhou Quan is so cute!"

"That's right, that's right upstairs!"

"Hehe^_^ The anchor is also very cute."

Someone curled his lips in disgust, unaffected by the comments, turned his head again, and took off the towel stuck to Zhou Quan's face, "For the sake of our acquaintance, I will give you a chance to lie to me. You will angry."

This answer made the well-behaved person throw himself into his arms again, and pushed him directly onto the bed. Zhou Quan sat on Qiao Mobai, his red eyes were filled with joy now, and he bent his head close to Qiao Mobai. Where his heart was, the corners of his mouth raised: "Okay, we've made a deal!"

"It's so heavy! Get up quickly, if you don't get up again, I'll show you my anger right now!" Qiao Mobai struggled, thinking that not only Wen Ge's beating problem needs to be corrected, but also Zhou Quan who would throw him down if nothing happened. Habits need to be changed.

"I'm so sleepy, Mobai, you smell so good." Zhou Quan hugged the waist of the man under him, pressed his head against his chest and rubbed vigorously, not forgetting to take a strong breath of his smell , did not want to let go.

"Zhou! Get out if you don't let go!"

The person who was thrown down was wearing a shirt that he got from the prison. The thin fabric couldn't stop Zhou Quan's dawdling at all. The hot body and prickly hair made the person's body sensitive, and his face soon changed. His face was flushed red, and he struggled to push the person on him off.

"Then lie on me!" Zhou Quan actively asked for a change of position.

"roll!"

Just now, the mobile phone that was devoted to maintaining the perfect image of Zhou Quan's little brother had already been thrown under the bed at this moment.

The audience in the live broadcast room held their faces and stared at the ceiling where the camera was aimed at. Occasionally, a foot would stick out from the edge of the camera, or a corner of someone's clothes would be exposed, and that thing would be pulled away soon.

My ears were filled with the weird dialogue between the two, and the topic in the comment area was still praising Zhou Quan and the anchor.

It felt like a long time later, but in fact it took less than a minute. In the earphones and the stereo, the daydreaming conversation finally came to an end.

The comments of the audience "Salted Fish King, Overlord of the East China Sea", which caused the source of all disputes, finally disrupted the formation in the comment area again.

"What are we doing now?" Looking at the ceiling?You can see it when you look up from the ceiling of your home, and if you are lucky, you can also see a few small spiders.

"I was thinking about how the anchor changed from a serious live broadcast to a non-serious one."

"Speaking of which, we just coincidentally helped Zhou Quan to deceive the anchor, and if the anchor lost his innocence later, have we done meritorious service?"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

"Uh, the lady upstairs is crazy, everyone, please pretend you didn't see it, our anchor is a straight man, okay?"

After saying this, the comment area in the live broadcast room became eerily quiet again.

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Everyone unanimously thought about the anchor's time in prison. Everyone was so attractive. No matter from what angle they looked at it, it was the first time they saw such a straightforward and different anchor.

"My waist! Zhou Quan, next time you climb on me, I'll kill you!" In cell No. [-], Qiao Mobai clutched his painful waist, and finally kicked Zhou Quan off the bed. It doesn't matter whether the person looks like crying or not.

The earthling, who had just been persuading others with a caring face, quickly turned his face and threw the unfamiliar pillow on the bed down and hit the face, "You sleep on the floor tonight."

The person who was kicked down, his arm hit the ground and scratched a patch of red, but he grabbed the thrown pillow without paying attention, quickly got up from the ground and crawled to the bed: "I don't agree! You You promised to sleep with me just now, and you said you don't like other people lying, so lie to me now!"

The author has something to say: I have encountered a lot of things recently, and sometimes I feel frustrated, but as long as it is time to write the manuscript every day, I will forget all the troubles. It is great that people can meet something they like and stick to it.

I hope that everyone can meet something they like, so that you can devote yourself wholeheartedly to it, so that no matter how difficult the outside world is, you will have reason and courage to keep going.

Good night. QUR

Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution~

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:

3 bottles of Salted Fish King, the overlord of the East China Sea; 03 bottle of the man bound by 1, light blue smoke, and Shang Jiuxiao;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!