The Blackened Male Lead Needs to Be Pampered

  Chapter 900 Take the boss to get pentakill (59)

  Sang Jian could only see the top of his head and half of his face, while Lin Su could only see his figure.

  In this situation, the content of the game is actually not that important anymore.

  Fans are more concerned about the gossip between the two of them.

  Swapping live broadcasts and so on, isn’t it really a practice between young couples?

  All the fans knew that Ah Sang would not say much in the live broadcast, and it was already a great honor for him to show his face.

  So I can only place my expectations on Lin Su.

   This guy likes to talk, and live broadcasts are not taboo.

  It's like yesterday saying that Xiangyang has **** stirrer Wei Jie.

  Kung fu paid off, Lin Su finally moved a chair and sat next to Sang Jian after being busy for a long time.

  He took out his mobile phone and logged into the game.

   "Take this one with me."

  It’s all in the same live broadcast room, so it’s reasonable not to engage in couples duos?

   "Okay." Sang Jian responded casually.

   While waiting, Lin Su had nothing to do, so he watched the barrage live up to expectations.

  Lin Su's live broadcast camera is so big that it can completely capture Lin Su.

   The barrage was originally calm, but the moment Lin Su raised his head, the screen frantically began to swipe.

   "You two are in a confirmed relationship, have you started living together?"

   "If the relationship is confirmed, please tell me directly. If the relationship is not confirmed, don't do this kind of thing. It is easy to misunderstand!"

  The various bullet screens in the live broadcast room probably have the same meaning.

  Lin Su put down his phone, picked up the fork on the fruit plate, forked a sliced ​​apple, and handed it to Sangjian who was playing a game.

  Sang didn't even look at it, she just opened her mouth and ate it.

  Lin Su curled his lips slightly, but did not change the fork. He forked a piece for himself and put it in his mouth to chew slowly.

  He leaned lazily on the chair, looked at the barrage with a half-smile, and glanced at Sang Jian's serious profile from the corner of his eye from time to time.

  Ah... Do you want to make an official announcement?

  He really wanted to say it, but what if Ah Sang doesn't want to make an official announcement?

  He took the fork he had bitten just now, forked a piece of strawberry, and handed it to Sang Jian.

  Sang Jian opened his mouth again to eat.

  Lin Su pursed his lips and snickered.

  He can only hint so much, if this year's netizens still can't guess, it's too bad!

  Fans and netizens: “…”

   This hint is indeed a bit too obvious.

  But...they don't want to believe it!

   As long as the two of them didn't admit it, they wouldn't believe it!

   On the bullet screen, everyone was still forcing Lin Su to give an affirmative answer.

  Lin Su cast aside these idiots in his heart.

   Until one of the barrage flashed.

"The big fans should stop struggling, they kissed indirectly, don't you believe it? Look at Lin Su's sneaky smile, for fear that others will not know their relationship! If he doesn't say it now, it must be that Ah Sang doesn't want him Say it! After all, Ah Sang wants face, but some people don't!"

   This is a bit exaggerated, but it is the barrage that is closest to his psychological activities.

  Lin Su couldn't help but sit up straight, manipulated the mouse, and gave a thumbs up to this barrage.

  The barrage of Kunlun live broadcast, as long as it is liked by the anchor, it will be added with golden fonts, and it will be hung at the top of the live broadcast screen for a minute or two.

  Because of Lin Su's actions, the fans in the live broadcast room were blown up.

  Although Lin Su himself didn’t say anything, he did a lot!

"What are u doing?"

   It happened that Sang Jian's game was over at this time. She lost the game, and she won the MVP of the losing side.

  However, no one cared about winning or losing the game. Everyone in the live broadcast room was now attracted by the "top" barrage.

  Sang Jian is no exception.

  (end of this chapter)