Marriage by Agreement, Focus on Participation [MTL] (Completed)

Chapter 15

"...I have never compared this with you." After Qi Ye finished speaking, he couldn't help but care, "Who did you compare with?"

Fu Wan took her bathrobe and walked away angrily.

Qi Ye turned the water temperature down and slowly lowered the temperature around his body. He couldn't restrain himself from Fu Wan's words and had some associations, if it was Fu Wan, help himself...

Fu Wan went back to his study, started a daily live broadcast, and played games with the host "Yanjin Grape".

During the period, the anchor manager Lao Zhang sent him n messages, and he glanced at the screen.

[Calm-Lao Zhang]: Grandfather, are you at Deputy Director Qi's place?

[Wan Ye]: Yes, what's the matter?

[Calm-Old Zhang]: What is he doing?

[Late Night]: Take a bath.

[Calm-Old Zhang]: Then you started the live broadcast like this?

[Late Night]: Have a question? I have to go in and wash together? Straight man with sunglasses baring his teeth.jpg

From the very beginning, he suddenly lost interest and began to ignore the manager's inexplicable questions.

"My friends here want to watch pubg, group?" Putao asked.

"Whatever you want, I can do it." Fu Wan was not in high spirits.

His barrage is as lively as ever——

[@粉津糖果, don’t play with him, he’s super moldy, big nigger. ]

[Xiao Wanye is not happy tonight, her mouth is pouted so high. ]

"I'm happy, will you send me money?" Fu Wan looked at her face through the reflection of the phone screen.

Is it that obvious?

no! How happy he is smiling.

[Why, treat yourself as a concubine, how many princes in Lao Tzu's Fenghuo drama will amuse you? ]

[Don't tell me, I saw Pingxin TV's anchor's personal photo album just released, he is very good-looking, there is really nothing to scold in terms of appearance, a good anchor has a troublesome face. ]

[Very handsome, handsome than the anchor! ]

[The one in front is so licking, Wanye gave you money? ]

Fu Wan played this game really badly. The two of them parachuted in the fattest place, picked up all the garbage, and could only hold hands to rob houses.

[Here we come, start with a pot. ]

[Poor and moldy, so pitiful hahaha. ]

"It's quite poor." Fu Wan held the corner of her mouth and smiled.

Qi Ye took a cold shower to calm himself down, and belatedly realized that his attitude towards Wan just now seemed to be a bit aggressive.

He loved Fu Wan, the younger brother next door, since he was a child, and he was reluctant to say a serious word. When he was studying, the teacher misunderstood Fu Wan, and he could still hold Fu Wan's hand to talk to the teacher. It was his turn, which was very wrong.

Qi Ye felt a little guilty, and spent half an hour in the kitchen to cook Fu Wan's favorite baked potatoes, put them on a small white porcelain plate, and drew a straight man's smiling face that Fu Wan often used to eat with ketchup on the side .

He carried the plate and walked all the way to the room, when he heard Fu Wan's laughter from a distance.

"You're so poor, don't play it, this game hates me."