Chapter 57:

As Cheng Yao watched, she thought desperately, this trend of slapping horses in the group should be well rectified.
However, what did Qian Hengdu use her account to broadcast live? Why did Bao Rui say that there was a large wave of anonymous people in the room?
With curiosity, Cheng Yao quit WeChat and opened the live broadcast app.
She has set up live broadcast while recording in her account, so she can easily see the live broadcast just now by tapping into the background.
She clicked on the live streaming video of Qian Heng drinking porridge.
Just caught off guard, Qian Heng's handsome and enlarged face suddenly appeared on Cheng Yao's mobile phone screen.
Qian Heng looked straight into the camera like this. He obviously had no experience with live broadcasting. He took his mobile phone back to fiddle with him, and adjusted the angle of the live broadcast. From his hurried operation, Cheng Yao can be sure that he himself This noble and versatile boss really doesn't know how to broadcast live. He probably tried very hard to set the room password according to the method Cheng Yao taught him, but unfortunately he failed in the end.
However, he has always had a good sense of himself, which may make him feel that it is impossible for him to fail to set the password, so he conducted a public live broadcast without knowing it.
And Qian Heng's live broadcast of drinking porridge is really porridge without any disturbance.
After adjusting the lens, he began to drink porridge gracefully in the car slowly.
Obviously it was a daily bowl of pork belly porridge, but because Qian Heng was eating it, even this bowl of porridge seemed to be plated with gold, and it became more advanced.
His face was also attracting bees and butterflies as always. I don't know which little girl accidentally ran into this room. Seeing Qian Heng's face, she suddenly began to frantically brush up barrage and gifts.
"Little brother is so handsome! Little brother is so cool to drink porridge live! What kind of fairy face is this!"
Without knowing where the little girl is, she posted Qian Heng's room number and screenshot photos. It didn't take long before the room was flooded with various sightseeing groups.
"Yan Gou licked! prprprpr!"
"Really! Beautiful face! Hey! Hey! Is the little brother single?"
"Brother, I will give you 100 cruise ships, can I add your WeChat? I went to do it!"
...
"Oh my God, I want to become the porridge in my little brother's mouth! There really are such handsome people in this world! Sling the little fresh meat that looks the same!"
Cheng Yao looked at the screens full of "seeking friendship" and endless gifts, as if soaking a hundred lemons in her heart, panicking sour.
She thought angrily, what do you know? Is it useful to look good? Do you guys try to talk to him? Even if you take a bottle of bezoar detox pill, I don’t think you can hold it for a quarter of an hour.
Although Qian Heng’s live broadcast suddenly became popular and crowds of onlookers flooded into it, Qian Heng himself didn’t quite understand what it was. He looked at the scrolling barrage on the screen and thought it was a live broadcast platform deliberately. The effect created, also whispered.
As a result, this behavior has once again attracted the attention of everyone.
"So cute! I don't know if I can be seen live broadcast?"
...
Cheng Yao thought, is this double standard okay? If you change to someone who doesn't look good, spray the other party every minute and deliberately sell cute and want to play ugly and force the dog!
Although she didn't want to admit it, Cheng Yao also knew that Qian Heng in the live video was indeed a little cute.
He was really serious about drinking the porridge. He lowered his head slightly and his eyelashes were hanging lightly, which made Cheng Yao feel a little behaved.
Qian Heng patronized and drank the porridge the whole time, without saying a word, except for a few spectacle lenses when he first debugged the app, and in the back, he didn't raise his head much anymore, just bowed his head and drank the porridge quietly.
It was not until the porridge was almost finished that he unexpectedly raised his head.
In the video, Qian Heng's eyebrows are still handsome and sharp. He looks coldly at the camera as usual. He glances impatiently at the camera.
"It's all finished." He frowned angrily, and then put the empty bowl toward the camera, "Okay, you're all finished."
In the video, Qian Heng has long eyelashes and his tone is as bad as ever. However, his face is really good. I don't know whether it is a lighting problem or an angle problem under the camera. Even his bad mood looks a little moving.
Qian Heng's expression was a little unnatural. He put the empty bowl in front of the camera and didn't look at the camera anymore. He rubbed his eyebrows with a headache, and lowered his voice to warn: "Next time you make such an inch, you will really be over. "
It was obviously a threatening sentence, but what Qian Heng said was a bit subtle.
And because of this sentence, the barrage area started frantically refreshing.
"Oh my God! I'm so petting!"
"I really want to get an inch of my little brother too!"
"I unilaterally announced that this is my new husband!"
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Although Cheng Yao didn't want to admit it, when Qian Heng looked at the camera just now and said this sentence, she was not as free as these barrage girls.
A knowing blow.
At that time probably only this feeling remained.
It's just that she was a little bit muttered in her heart, why did she get into it, didn't she just let Qian Heng have a porridge.

Fortunately, when Cheng Yao was thinking about it, the elevator finally arrived. Cheng Yao took the phone and got out of the basement.
It's a pity that Qian Heng's Bentley didn't stop at the previous position. Cheng Yao turned around, and just about to call him, he saw the familiar license plate re-entering from the entrance.
Qian Hengkai concentrated, and did not see Cheng Yao who was standing at the elevator entrance looking around. He passed Cheng Yao and drove back to where he had parked.
It was too early, Cheng Yao hurried to Bentley and knocked on the window.
And almost as soon as Cheng Yao got into the car, Qian Heng threw a bag of things to her.
"Hey?"
He pressed his lips tightly, his voice still did not have much emotion: "Someone passed by just now, selling this freshly baked bread, standing in front of my car and refused to leave. It was too annoying, so I bought it."
Cheng Yao:? ? ?
Qian Heng continued to blush and lied, "Didn't you also not eat dinner? I don't like bread. I bought everything and I will give it to you."
"..."
Cheng Yao thought for a while, but she couldn't help it. She stared at Qian Heng: "So you stopped here all the time? Didn't you go out and buy it for me?"
Qian Heng sneered and raised his eyebrows: "I, who is equivalent to RMB 166.666 in one minute, will go to buy you bread specially? Cheng Yao, when will your mind be clearer? Of course I haven't been out, I stopped here to rest... …"
"Boss, I saw it."
"The salesman is entangled with life and death..."
Cheng Yao said again: "I saw your car just came back from outside."
"..."
Obviously his lie was punctured, but Qian Heng turned out to be ashamed and angry as if the wicked first complained: "Since you have seen it all, what are you asking? A waste of my valuable time?"
"..."
After Qian Heng finished speaking, he turned his head unnaturally, his face was still so calm as if nothing happened, no loss was an "industry cancer", Qian Heng's psychological quality was really good, and he was still calm at the moment. Driving the car, his straightforward appearance seemed as if he was lying and was exposed in public, not himself, but Cheng Yao.
"boss……"
"One more word." Qian Heng's voice was still calm, but after careful discrimination, he still brought a little bit of gritted teeth, "The year-end awards for this year and next year are gone."
"..."
Cheng Yao didn't dare to speak anymore. After she pierced Qian Heng's lie, Qian Heng was calm and calm on the surface, but he was obviously angry inside.
To be on the safe side, Cheng Yao closed her mouth to know the current affairs, and she decided not to tell Qian Heng that his live broadcast was not set as a password, and it became public. Because there was no such incident, just buying bread was exposed. Although Qian Heng's face was as usual, his ears had become red. Cheng Yao looked at it secretly and found that his beautiful eyes were also slightly red. , I don't know if it was angry or something, it seemed that Qian Hengdu was like a rabbit.
In the silence, Qian Heng took the lead in speaking again.
"Don't think too much."
"?"
"I don't like to owe favors. Since you invited me to drink porridge, I will reluctantly buy you bread."
Cheng Yao couldn't help grinning while eating the fragrant and soft freshly toasted bread.
She suddenly felt that her poisonous boss suddenly lost his toxicity.

In any case, the two of them kept absolutely quiet and drove back home.
Cheng Yao ate some bread bought by Qian Heng in the car, but it was a pity that she was not full, and she still felt that the day was not over if she did not eat the dinner.
However, at this point, most restaurants are closed, and the rest are open, but the options are very small. Cheng Yao thought about it for a while. In the middle of the night, she didn't want to go outside to order food and waited eagerly. She stocked a lot of Shin Ramen on Double Eleven, and now she finally found a chance to eat.
"Boss, would you like to have some together?" Before cooking the noodles, Cheng Yao enthusiastically invited Qian Hengtong to eat. "This is really super delicious, cook it in a pot, the noodles are super Q-bomb, it tastes strong. Yes. I'll add another fried egg and ham sausage to you. It's delicious!"
It’s a pity that Qian Heng doesn’t buy it: "You still have Shin Ramen? Isn’t it just instant noodles?" He sat on the sofa while looking through the magazine, while disdainfully said, "Is it convenient for me to watch? This junk food, and mine Do you have a good temperament? I won't eat if I die."
Cheng Yao ignored him. When she first heard Qian Heng's remarks, Cheng Yao often had the illusion that she was about to die from the poison. However, over time, she was almost immune to Qian Heng's poison. She directly ordered a portion of Shin Ramen and cooked it over a low heat.
After a while, the rich aroma of Shin Ramen was wafting out of the kitchen.
Cheng Yao fried an egg again, sliced ​​some carrots and vegetables, and sliced ​​ham, showing a face value comparable to the Shin Ramen in a Korean restaurant. She didn't say much, she held the bowl of fragrant Shin Ramyun, sat next to Qian Heng, and then sucked up without any distractions.
...
Sure enough, even though he maintained the posture of reading a magazine in his hand, Qian Heng still glanced at Cheng Yao secretly.
well.
Cheng Yao was eating more enthusiastically.
She focused on eating and ignored Qian Heng's intentions. However, the more this happened, the more Qian Heng really cared.
He sneaked a few more times before finally speaking.
"Is it so delicious?"
Cheng Yao didn't speak, she continued to eat, but she nodded desperately, as if the delicious food didn't want to talk.
Qian Heng put down the magazine, and said casually: "It smells good."
Cheng Yao continued to eat without a word, and had no intention of persuading Qian Heng to try.
However, Cheng Yao's silence not only did not make Qian Heng retreat, but made him even more eager to try.
Qian Heng glanced at the rich Shin Ramen soup: "It looks like you made it pretty good." He cleared his throat, "If you want to cook me some Shin Ramen, then I can't try to accept it. Although the style is not very suitable, people occasionally try new things and embrace some unknown areas."
Ah.
Cheng Yao smiled owingly: "Boss, but I thought about it, Shin Ramen really doesn't deserve your temperament. If I cook Shin Ramen for you, it would be a blasphemy to you!"
"..."
Duplicity? Cheng Yao happily ate Xin Ramen, and thought triumphantly, seeing I am not angry with you!
Qian Heng pursed his lips, but his mouth was still hard: "Cheng Yao, the courtesy, I bought you freshly baked bread, do you want to show me something too?"
Cheng Yao's eyes widened: "Hey, isn't the freshly baked bread rewarded me for raising my stomach and porridge? Isn't this just going back and forth with Gang Lishang?"
"..."
Cheng Yao continued to eat, but Qian Heng finally couldn't bear it.
"Cheng Yao." His voice was still a bit cold, but he was a little awkward, "Are you going to me off today?"
"Boss." Cheng Yao also learned his tone, "Are you reluctant to tell the truth in your life?"
...
Cheng Yao finished eating Xin Ramen, she stood up resignedly, and prepared to cook noodles for her ancestor in the kitchen. And at the moment when Cheng Yao thought Qian Hengying would not respond again, Qian Heng's voice rang--
"I want to eat Shin Ramen."
Qian Heng's voice was a little dry, and Cheng Yao turned her head to find that he had used the usual avoidance mode-the beginning of the side.
Cheng Yao stared at Qian Heng for a few seconds. He finally couldn't bear the sight and raised his head, and said in a bad tone: "Okay, Cheng Yao, this time you win."
After Qian Heng finished speaking, his tone became more justified and assertive: "I want to eat Shin Ramen."
Cheng Yao couldn't help but smile suddenly. How could this well-known big par in the legal circle be so naive?
"I want two fried eggs." The naive ghost himself didn't know Cheng Yao's inner slander, and continued to make a bold request, "I want to add more ham. Don't carrots, I hate carrots."
Okay, Cheng Yao suddenly felt happy, sweeping away the emotions that had previously been depressed because of Li Mengting's things. She went back to the kitchen and cooked another portion of Shin Ramyun. According to Qian Heng's request, she added two fried eggs, a lot of ham, and no carrots.
In this way, Qian Heng, who "will not eat this junk food even if he died" just now, held a bowl and gave a large-scale live performance.
This is a day when city A has cooled down. However, Cheng Yao sat on the sofa and looked at Qian Heng who was quietly eating Sin Ramen, but felt that the temperature was not very cold.