Ah, whose main god was eaten alive by cannon fodder?

What did the guy say when he wanted to listen to it again?

Oh, rapping requires the right time, place and people, none of which can be missing, otherwise the emotions expressed in the song cannot be expressed.

It is disrespectful to the friendship between them that the music has created.

God damn it, he has no respect for friendship. In the blink of an eye, he sang for a pretty boy.

That's fucking respect, right?

Especially those fans who were not afraid of making trouble on the live broadcast screen kept screaming "cpcp".

What a fucking couple.

Huo Lingyun felt that if he endured for one more second, it would be disrespectful to Song Jingyu, the little liar.

It is disrespectful to the fact that he could endure eating people countless times.

He picked up the phone and called Xue Du.

Their family's business does not involve the entertainment industry, so they still have to find Xue Du to get things done quickly.

"Brother, are we brothers?" Huo Lingyun said.

There was obvious resentment in his voice.

Xue Du: "If you have to fart, hurry up. I'm busy here."

When will the mountains of documents be processed?

When will I be able to stay on the front line against the haters?

The sisters in the group were fighting hard on the front line to protect Ayi, but he was holding them back.

"Do me a favor, and I'll be there for you from now on." A look of determination flashed in Huo Lingyun's eyes.

"I won't let you hang up anymore."

Huo Lingyun spoke quickly, but his confidence wasn't as strong as before: "Would you like to introduce me to a wife?"

To be honest, that pretty boy named Jiang Zhiyi is quite good-looking.

If Xue Du captures the man, Jiang Zhiyi will definitely not be interested in Song Jingyu again.

By helping my brother find his place in the world of singleness, his crisis was also resolved.

The best of both worlds.

If this thing really succeeds, my grandfather will definitely give him a banner.

"No." Xue Du refused without giving Huo Lingyun any chance.

This brother is not stabbing him in the ribs, but wants to stab him in the ribs.

Huo Lingyun: ...

"Brother Xue, don't refuse yet. You asked about Yun Xiu just now because you watched the live broadcast, right? The wife I introduced to you is none other than Jiang Zhiyi.

You are like a fairy, and you get along so well with my Jingyu. I treat you as my own brother, so I thought of introducing you to you.

Didn’t you see the fans’ madness for Jiang Zhiyi in the comments section? Otherwise, you wouldn’t even be in line.”

Huo Lingyun took a deep breath and begged others not to sound too harsh.

Learn to bow your head appropriately.

As he spoke, he only heard Xue Du's low laugh on the other end of the line.

He was laughing so hard that he felt nervous.

"No, if you don't want to, then don't smile so creepily."

Xue Du is six years older than Huo Lingyun, and Huo Lingyun has been Xue Du's little follower since childhood.

Unlike Xue Du who showed steadiness since childhood, Huo Lingyun has been more lively since childhood.

Often gets into trouble.

Because of his mean personality, Xue Du would always complain about him openly or secretly.

The buttocks are often beaten open.

Over time, Huo Lingyun has become very sensitive to Xue Du's emotional changes.

Whenever Xue Du changed his expression, he knew that he was in trouble.

Xue Du has been the child of other people's families since he was young, and he is the one with the most miserable comparison.

Of course it is still the same now.

Xue Du managed the company in an orderly and prosperous manner. He spent all day thinking about how to get rid of his identity as the heir and live a carefree life with Song Jingyu.

At this moment, Huo Lingyun was really afraid that Xue Du would turn around and call his father insidiously.

Sue him for not doing his job during working hours.

"I didn't say I didn't want to." Xue Du stopped and looked at the screen that was broadcasting live.

Song Jingyu is singing to Jiang Zhiyi.

He sang with great passion.

Xue Du said to the phone: "But, what's the point of introducing my wife to me as my wife?"

Xue Du's words caused Huo Lingyun's brain to freeze for a full three seconds:

"No, buddy, you mean Jiang Zhiyi is your wife? Are you kidding? You're not just making up an excuse to fool me?"

Now he wasn't afraid of being sued at all. Did Xue Du, this old tree, blossom? What a huge piece of gossip.

Xue Du: "Now that we've gotten our marriage certificate, remember to come to the wedding banquet in a month."

Huo Lingyun still felt a little bit mysterious after hanging up the phone.

Who in the circle doesn't know that Xue Du is not interested in women and is planning to be a monk for life?

How come you have a wife?

And it’s the celebrity in the live broadcast?

Is it so advanced?

But these are not what he is thinking about now.

Huo Lingyun stood up, picked up the book "A Qualified Manager Training Manual" that he had thrown on the ground, and put it on the table.

This is the book his father requires him to read ten pages every day.

Then continue watching the live broadcast.

Song Jingyu hasn't finished singing the song in the live broadcast.

There are growing calls for a couple in the comments.

The more Huo Lingyun looked at it, the more upset he felt.

These fans have nothing to do all day, so why are they staring at his Yu Yu?

If you have nothing to do, go find a man to date.

Not as good as shipping a couple.

(Huo Lingyun) Song Jingyu's husband: [CP can be unconventional, but not diabolical. It's obvious that they have the same account number. Let's break up and stop supporting each other.]

(Fan) Song Jingyu's real man: [Hey. The person above, you're so arrogant. You're jealous and envious because you can't get Yuyu, right? Even though we're both Yuyu's men, I despise you!]

I only regret that I have a beautiful girl but cannot love Yuyu: [Do you have a girl? Just a random number? ]

Banging my head against the wall for Yuyu: [Yuyu is so powerful, I can tell she's the one above. Are you blind to have the same number as me?]

Huo Lingyun: …Ah ...

Destroy it!

[Not 5836, she means I look like the one below? Do I really look like the one below? What's that look?]

Jiang Zhiyi, who had been watching the live broadcast through the light screen in the system space, asked.

Why do these fans of Song Jingyu insist on saying that Song Jingyu is the one mentioned above?

His height seems to be about the same as Song Jingyu, right?

Except that Song Jingyu's frame is a little bigger than his.

But it's obvious that he has a more aggressive temperament, right?

Song Jingyu can be considered a strong support at best.

[Host, it seems they are not wrong...] 5836's voice became smaller and smaller.

He was well aware of his host's desire for a complete attack.

But it is also a fact that we have always been suppressed.

Although he was always in a blocked state at that time.

Afterwards, you can tell who is on top and who is at the bottom.

That soul is above, and the host is below.

That's right.

[What's right? My brother and I are the ones who are willing to be on the bottom. Otherwise, who do you think can make your host be inferior to others?

But compared with other men, who is as strong as me?

You've also seen my true form. Who do you think is more powerful, me or Song Jingyu?] Jiang Zhiyi posed the dilemma of the century to 5836.

[Of course, you, the host, are more powerful. Can Song Jingyu slap Zhang Zhiping's face so hard that it swells up with just one slap?]

Knowing that it couldn't escape, 5836 immediately started to act like a bootlicker.

The big screen in the system space also began to play the scene of Jiang Zhiyi beating Zhang Zhiping when he just sent it over.

Zhang Zhiping was beaten so hard that he spun half a circle.