The Empress’ Livestream

Chapter 913 Chapter 913: Dormant for Two Years, World Trend (4)

"Don't talk about these disappointments, don't think about changing the subject."

Jiang Yanji let out a sigh of languidness, and turned around, taking Wei Ci as a large pillow and hugged him to sleep.

Wei Ci was stiff at first, and his muscles were strained.

After a while, he said, "Can the prince fall asleep?"

He and Jiang Yanji spent a little time together, knowing how badly this person sleeps.

Not to mention a little bit more movement, even if someone was standing beside her, it would wake her up.

Jiang Yanji muttered with her eyes closed.

"I'm already asleep, do you have the heart to disturb my dreams?"

"Yes, yes, the principal is asleep." Wei Ci smiled bitterly. "The ground is cold, and Shuchen offends and holds you in bed."

The interior floor is made of solid wood, hard to say, the cold is heavy, and it is not comfortable to lie down.

Upon hearing Jiang Yanji's ears, her ears were about to rise.

She opened her arms enthusiastically. "Come and come! If Zixiao can't hold me, I can hold you."

Wei Ci said, "Since the principal is asleep, then don't talk in a dream."

Jiang Yanji froze, and she doubted whether Wei Ci could hold herself.

Don't look at her slender, but she is long, muscular, and actually weighs a little more than an ordinary adult man.

Jiang Weiji didn't have much hope if Wei Ci could pick her up.

It turned out that she really looked down on each other.

Wei Ci heard Jiang Yanji laugh softly, as smart as him, naturally knew what the other party was laughing, and could not help but cheeks red.

Don't look at him picking up Jiang Yanji, it's actually quite hard, so he breathes a little lightly.

From the place to the bed, the distance between two points and a few steps was just a few steps away, but Wei Ci was so tired that he sweated heavily on his forehead.

"Zi Xiao's arm strength still needs to be well practiced." Jiang Yanji rolled into the bed, clamped the corner of the thin quilt with her toes, rolled it around and rolled it around just to cover half of the unfolded thin quilt "Otherwise, it will be easy to lose energy in the future."

In the darkness, Wei Ci's eyes brought a bit of helplessness.

He is not the first brother, of course, can understand the meaning of the other party's words.

Deeply aware of Jiang Yanji's temperament, Wei Ci did not dare to talk randomly, so that the other party would not have an inch.

Jiang Yanji stopped Wei Ci precisely to take another quilt action, and smiled at him with a smile.

"Sleep a quilt! Summer filial piety is flattering."

Wei Ci replied, "So, in the winter, the protagonist will dislike mercy?"

"No." Jiang Yanji said, "Winter's protagonist can like Zixiao."

Wei Ci took a moment to understand what she meant, and she was too shy to speak.

There was a fire under my heart, with a little annoyance in his breath, "Who likes it?"

Her majesty of the last life is so cold and serious, why is she so slick and smooth in this life?

He lay down cautiously next to the edge of the bed, his neck tightened tightly, and Jiang Yanji forced him to move inside.

Wei Ci reluctantly confessed his fate. In the summer, the fate of being a pillow did not escape.

Her Majesty in the previous life knew how to converge, and she became increasingly lawless in this life.

"I like it." Jiang Yanji said.

Wei Ci was helpless to lie flat.

No more-how many times a year can you be harassed?

Today, it's up to her.

Wei Ci guessed right, Jiang Yanji sneaked in, only staying for two or three days.

The next day, she ran away.

Either take Shao Guang or Zhang Ping, stare at the scorching sun and carefully inspect the progress of construction everywhere.

Except at night, she could not be seen at all other times.

After three days like this, Jiang Yanji should set off for Marushu.

"The world knows how to think, dream, and dream. Zixiao must think more about me. This is an order."

Jiang Yanji whispered in his ear.

I don't know if the sun outside is too big, or if he is too nervous, Wei Ci feels sweating all over.

"Tsz has to worry about the Lord's work and has no time to think."

Jiang Yanji was so anxious that he couldn't do much because of the presence of others.

"You wait-don't cry then."

Wei Ci has no fear, at least for the next ten years, he is still safe.

"Greetings to my lord!"

He leaned over to make a noise.

Jiang Yanji laughed angrily. She faced Zhang Ping and Shao Guangdao, "Xiheng and Chongming, I forgot to explain to Zixiao."

Zhang Ping and Shao Guang thought that the two were going to talk about the business, and they retreated very eagerly.

Jiang Yanji grinned, revealing several white teeth.

Wei Ci's heart was cold, and he had an ominous premonition.

After sending Jiang Yanji away, Zhang Ping and Shao Guang found that Wei Ci's mood was a bit wrong.

They thought that Jiang Yanji and Wei Ci were discussing the serious business, and they were a little worried.

In fact, Wei Ci just didn't ease God.

The skin at the collarbone rubbed against the clothes, causing a fine pain.

"Nothing." Wei Ci's face soothed the two normally.

In another place, Jiang Yanji, who was already on the road, held a licorice in his mouth, and the live broadcast barrage was already hot.

[Pretend Thirteen]: Anchor, you don't count. Didn't you say this live studio is serious, why are you still grabbing my male god?

[Gu Jiu Ju Jun]: I'm so mad, it's a rare male **** who fell in love at first sight, and was finally announced by the anchor.

[A tanuki flower pressed on a begonia]: My heart is broken. Say that this anchor is very serious. Would you drive without moving?

The above is the mourning of the blue barrage audience.

Although the Red Army occupied the absolute advantage, the endless stream of high-looking male gods still attracted some blue audiences.

Among the many male gods, Wei Ci's face value leads alone, and because he has played poorly, he has the highest gold content.

Jiang Yanji just grabbed Weici's collar boldly and took a sip at his collarbone, which made the blue audience heartbreak.

What's even more heartbreaking is that I don't know if Jiang Yanji deliberately did it, but the collar of Baweici just stopped, but they also stuck their perspective.

Definitely intentional?

Compared to the sorrow of the blue audience, the red audience is a joke.

[Old driver Lian Meng]: Hey-our little pig will finally be cabbage, the old father is pleased.

[Immigration to Africa]: It's not easy. I've been chasing the live broadcast room for almost seven years. My daughter's first kiss was finally sent out.

[Mo Lingyin]: Well, what kind of first kiss is this? This baby has been expecting the anchor to cook the frog, the beauties of the beauties. The anchor is not willing to get down, dare to ask-who's been cooking hot water for years? What a hero?

They only saw Jiang Yanji take a sip of Wei Ci, but he didn't see any excess skin on the other side.

So angry!

[A civet]: You do n’t understand. The anchor is possessive. If I have a boyfriend like Mercy, I'm stingy.

[Silent Yaya]: If I had a boyfriend like Cimei, would I have fainted in a hammock and weeping him?

Jiang Yanji looked at the barrage with a smile.

Yes, she is stingy and refuses to accept it!

→ _ → Fatose is over now, let's go to the plot.

(End of this chapter)