It's been a while since Mo Yiyan was discharged from the hospital, and Mo Yicheng's assistant still hasn't been able to return to his post, and the actor has already notified Kan Ming that he can help him find a suitable life assistant.
"Brother Chen is going to sing in the future? That's why he doesn't come here to work." Yuan Suo was not used to not seeing Chen Jiu for several days.
Mo Yicheng put the arranged fruit plate on the coffee table, and sat down beside Yuan Suo, "Chen Jiu's music career will get better and better in the future, so it's a good thing to leave us. But..."
"But what?" Yuan Suo's fingers, which were resuming the comment, froze.
"However, he is not going to work now because he is stuck."
"Trapped?" Yuan Suo was a little worried, "Is there any danger?"
Mo Yicheng smiled, and then his eyes suddenly narrowed, with a dangerous light, "It's a little... dangerous." As he spoke, he stepped forward, and Yuan Suo's ears felt hot, feeling the burning heat of the other person's breath, and he walked towards him embarrassingly. Hiding back, shrinking your neck timidly.
"Then... then, do we want to help?" Yuan Suo still didn't understand what Mo Yicheng meant by "danger".
"Want to help?" Mo Yicheng stared at the little thing huddled up against the corner of the sofa with hunting eyes.
Yuan Suo faintly felt something was wrong, but still nodded, "I want to help."
"But," Mo Yicheng's voice suddenly became low, "you are too busy to take care of yourself now."
"What do you mean?" Wishing that there was no way to retreat, he was tightly bound, and his shoulders suddenly felt cold, only to realize that the button of the pajamas had been unbuttoned at some point.
Mo Yicheng grinned, "This question is too profound, I'm afraid it's hard to explain clearly in words, it needs to be practiced..."
the next day.
Mo Yicheng was woken up by the biological clock, the person in his arms was still sleeping deeply, his body was warm, and the fragrance of the shower gel was refreshing.
The slightly callused fingertips gently rubbed the pink earlobe, because the brows that were slightly frowned by the disturbed dream were so delicate and cute, Mo Yicheng took a deep breath, and had to suppress it with all his strength so as not to bite down.
Last night, after all, he still didn't have the heart to take the last step. Looking at the little thing's startled and frightened look, he could only tell himself to wait a little longer. There was no rush for such a thing.
"Hmm..." Yuan Suo felt the movement around him, woke up in a daze, saw Mo Yicheng looking at him, his confused eyes gradually cleared up, and the blush on his face immediately came up when he thought of what happened last night , Even the neck was dyed a layer of light pink, like peach petals in spring.
Mo Yicheng squeezed Yuan Suo's ear with a funny face, "Okay, it's the same as Tuo Nian, come out, it's just the two of us, don't be shy."
Why don't you be shy if you don't want to ask? Mo Yicheng was like a big bad wolf yesterday, the kind who would eat little rabbits with his fangs bared.
"Didn't you have a live interview on the ZZ platform today? Don't you get up and get ready?" Mo Yicheng patted the small mountain bag wrapped in the quilt twice.
May Suo's muffled voice come out, "The interview will be done at night."
"But you have to prepare in advance. Maybe there will be new feedback on the comic about the elf party you uploaded yesterday. Don't you want to take a look?"
Mo Yicheng successfully tricked the person... to persuade him to come out, and then squeezed his small chin to bully him again, and his fangs were exposed again...
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In the evening, the interview on the platform started on time.
Although the interview was conducted at home through Lianmai, it was the first time for Yuan Suo... Except for the part-time sailor, this was also the first time for Yuan Suo to be interviewed and interact with people in public.
Mo Yicheng prepared a tablet computer to facilitate typing and communication.
"Don't be nervous, there's me, you can just say whatever you think of." Mo Yicheng comforted.
"Um!"
The event started on time at 19:00, and the number of people online was about 20,000. Apart from the popularity of the program, the original audience of the program still accounted for more than half.
The host is a girl with a very sweet voice, "Today I am very happy to invite Dudu, the author of the comic "The Best You" that has been popular on the Internet recently. Dudu will say hello to everyone."
As soon as the host finished speaking, a "hug" emoji symbolizing welcome appeared in the comment area.
Yuan Suo turned on the microphone, his heart beating like a drum, but when he turned his head and saw Mo Yicheng, who was full of trust, he suddenly calmed down a lot. He must not lose face in front of Mo Yicheng!
"Hi everyone, I'm Dudu, the author of "The Best You"." Yuan Suo's voice was still a little nervous, but the audience completely ignored it, and started frantically swiping the screen model.
Wow, Da Da turned out to be a boy, I always thought it was a young lady! ! !
Subverting the three views, it turned out to be a boy!
Da Da’s work is so cute, of course it’s a boy!
Your focus is skewed, the big voice is so soft and cute!
The sound is gone! ! ! (﹃)
hug home hug home~
Big I love you!
Mo Yicheng looked at the various fancy confessions in the comment area, the corner of his mouth sank slightly, typed a few words in the comment box, and clicked send.
[Sorry, the relevant laws stipulate that users must be logged in to speak]
Only then did Mo Yicheng realize that he hadn't logged in at all, but was just browsing as a tourist.
Just when the actor was struggling with whether he should immediately register a platform account, Yuan Suo has gradually adapted to this form of dialogue, and the host lady also took good care of him, making a well-proportioned joke from time to time, in the comment area It was boiling again.
Registration requires mobile phone verification, and Mo Yicheng entered his mobile phone number.
[This number has already been registered.]
Already registered? How come... Mo Yicheng patted his forehead before he remembered that when he came to help Chen Sheng with the game promotion, Chen Sheng used his mobile phone to register a number.
Click again to enter the interface, enter the mobile phone number, and log in directly with the verification code without a password.
"So beep, some fans noticed that the profile of your Weibo account read: Mo Yicheng's elf. Is Mo Yicheng your idol?" The host began to ask questions about the selection of fans.
"Yes." Wish Suo had encountered such questions in the comment section before, and every time he answered honestly, Mo Yicheng is indeed someone he likes and admires!
"Then did the character creation prototype of your cartoon come from him? Because we noticed that the protagonist of the cartoon is also an actor."
How to answer this question? Wishing to ask for help and looking at Mo Yicheng.
Mo Yicheng finally logged into his account, but he hadn't even had time to enter the live broadcast room on his computer.
Mo Yicheng typed on the blank document: No.
You have to be cautious when answering this question. If you don't answer it well, you may be said to be talking about heat and hugging your thighs.
"No, there is no prototype." Although he was a little disappointed, but knowing that Mo Yicheng was protecting himself, Yuan Suo answered obediently.
"Okay. Then some netizens want to know, can Dudu reveal the next plot, everyone is very curious!"
Yuan Suo thought about it, and followed his outline to...
"Next, the elf is about to get into trouble." Thinking of his experience as a sailor, Yuan Suo felt a little embarrassed.
"Breaking trouble? The elf has always been very good! This is a big surprise, so can you tell me what happened?"
"Well... I was tricked into selling expired biscuits!"
"Sell... small biscuits?" The host was not sure.
"Hmm! I also had a conflict with a customer and got into an argument... saying that others are moldy biscuits..." The more he said, the lower his voice.
Suddenly someone in the comment area noticed something
[Why is this little biscuit so familiar! ]
[Yeah, not only that, but the big voice is super familiar! ]
[Where did you hear that! ]
[It was the cutie biscuit before, my current alarm is still the cutie sound of the spray ring! ]
[Really? ? ? ]
Seeing everyone's speculation, Yuan Suo immediately covered his mouth in fright, why is he so stupid! Why do you say biscuits? It will be miserable if it is discovered!
But at this time, a wave of people suddenly flooded into the live broadcast room for some reason, about dozens of them came in at the same time, with some [poo] [vomit] expressions, and some of them were pre-copied at first glance. Words of a personal attack nature.
The large-scale swiping of the screen immediately disrupted the rhythm of the live broadcast room, and the administrator acted quickly to ban the account and kick it out of the live broadcast room. But those slanderous words and expressions were like needles stuck in Yuan Suo's eyes and heart, causing pain and sadness.
[The painting is not very good, and he still catches the attention of the big guys, my brother Cheng is really bad luck for eight lifetimes! ]
[The author looks obsessive at first glance, imagining himself as an elf, relying on others for support, parasite! ]
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If it was a simple personal attack, Yuan Suo probably wouldn't be so sad, but the language of those attacks seems to really come from the mouths of people who have read comics, that is, readers. This is the most deadly, for a fledgling newcomer creator The blow is fatal!
This wave of sunspots came fast and furiously, but the administrator's actions were also fast, and there were more than 20,000 real cute spectators. Everyone worked together to quickly suppress the sunspots.
Seeing Yuan Suo's sudden depression, Mo Yicheng frowned, hugged Yuan Suo's shoulders, and silently encouraged him. I can't help complaining in my heart that I didn't make corresponding emergency preparations before the show.
Yuan Suo's two fingertips on his legs felt cold, he clutched his pants nervously, and smiled at Mo Yicheng, signaling that he was fine.
The host sincerely apologized to the interviewees, and then continued the interview below.
The live broadcast room returned to normal, but the atmosphere was obviously a little depressed.
Mo Yicheng took out his phone, edited a message and sent it to Kan Ming. After the vacation, Kan Ming's complexion darkened by two shades. When he received the message, he was buying home appliances for the apartment in the game mall for Pofei. Kan Ming replied immediately: I understand, I will find out who did it in the shortest possible time.
Mo Yicheng put down his phone, still a little worried, but at the moment he didn't know what to do. Looking at the scrolling comments in the comment area, Mo Yicheng clicked on the comment box.
[The best of you, the best of toots. ] Click Send.
A purple light flashed on the screen immediately, and Mo Yicheng's reply was embedded in the purple light, appearing prominently in the center of the screen.
Mo Yicheng was stunned for a moment, is... Does everyone read their own comments like this? Then I found that Yuan Suo opened his mouth wide and was shocked by something on the screen, and turned his head to look at him stiffly.
At the same time, the comment section of the live broadcast room was almost maxed out!
[Ah, did I go blind just now? ]
[It's Mo Yicheng's number! ]
[Holy shit, shit, shit, I'm crazy w(Д)w]
[I took a screenshot, it's the real number! ]
[Stolen account? ]
"Mo... Mo..." Yuan Suo's lips trembled.
Mo Yicheng was also stunned for a few seconds before he realized that his number was different from others, and each comment would be displayed in a striking area above the comment area in a very spectacular form because of its special function !