I just want to be soft on her

Chapter 69 A new challenge has come, how can Jiang Mo stand still?
In the early morning in Beijing, after the sun comes out, a group of sparrows will come out to bask in the sun, chirping in the trees.

Song Cheng was woken up by the sparrow's cry early in the morning. Next to her ward, there was a tree with a crooked neck, and there were a few birds standing on the tree.

The curtains were drawn a little, and the soft light shone on the inside of the ward. Jiang Mo was gone. He got up very early.

Song Cheng tried to move her fingers, but it was a little stiff, but it was much better than yesterday, and she felt that she was fine again.

Looking around, she found that her mobile phone was on the small cabinet beside her. She raised her hand to get the mobile phone.

This finger didn't move for a long time, and she was really not used to it. She struggled to pick up the phone and put it on her lap.

Just as he was about to open the surfing club, he saw Jiang Mo pushing the door in, holding a white list in his hand.

"Are you awake?" He walked to her side, sat down, put the list in front of her, and said word by word: "The doctor told me, let me make up for you."

Song Cheng took a closer look and saw that the white list was full of recipes, and they were all dishes for nourishing the body.

"..." She was at a loss for words for a moment, but in fact she had bled a little, but she wasn't seriously injured, so it might be a bit inappropriate to mend it like this.

Seeing that Song Cheng was thinking, Jiang Mo took back the menu and asked her, "What are you thinking about, so engrossed in thinking?"

"Hmm...it's nothing, how is Auntie?" Song Cheng changed the topic, she felt that Aunt Jiang was the most important thing now.

External wounds can be healed in various ways, but internal wounds sometimes cannot be healed even by time.

"She will be discharged from the hospital today, and so will you." Jiang Mo took her right hand and touched the gauze on her wrist, "Does it still hurt?"

Song Cheng shook her head, "It doesn't hurt anymore, it doesn't hurt anymore." She smiled at him, her eyes were curved, so pretty.

Jiang Mo felt relieved: "Okay, I want to discuss something with you."

"What's the matter, tell me."

Song Cheng blinked.

"I want to send my mother back first, and then talk to her..."

"It's pretty good, you should take the initiative." Song Cheng was very happy. Although Jiang Mo's proactive communication might not be effective, at least he took this step, and she believed that Aunt Jiang could understand what he meant.

Encouraged, Jiang Mo sat up and breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm leaving the hospital this afternoon, I want to take you..."

"Drip, drip, drip~"

A voice ringtone interrupted Jiang Mo's words. He looked down at his phone and said to Song Cheng, "Wait a minute."

He looked at the name of the caller on the phone, Jin Qi.

Jiang Mo didn't want to answer, because every time Jin Qi called, there was nothing good about it, and he didn't know what it was this time.

"Why didn't you answer?" Song Cheng asked when he saw him staring at the phone screen in a daze.

"Here." He showed Song Cheng the phone screen, "Every time our boss calls, there must be nothing good."

"Then you don't want to pick it up?" she asked him.

Jiang Mo hesitated for two seconds, then shook his head and said, "I'd better take it."

He connected Jin Qi's phone, the voice on the other end was a bit noisy, Jin Qi seemed to be talking to someone else.

"Hey?"

"You go first... Hey, Jiang Mo." After Jin Qi was busy with the work at hand, he had just sent someone away, and now he went to a quieter place.

Jiang Mo sighed and asked her, "Sister Jin, what's the matter?"

"Recently, we talked about a cooperation with Lemon Live. You will settle in Lemon, and then live broadcast from [-]:[-] to [-]:[-] every night."

"Of course, when there is a game, you don't need to broadcast it live. Now that there is no game, you can broadcast it for a while."

After Jin Qi finished speaking, he was silent for two seconds, waiting for Jiang Mo to speak.

Jiang Mo: "..."

"Jiang Mo, why don't you talk?" Jin Qi stood by the french window, looking at the people downstairs, they were as small as a chess piece, but still colorful.

Jiang Mo: "I don't know what to say, but don't worry, I will complete the target."

He closed his eyes with a tired look on his face, the day finally came.

"Okay, I'll send you your account password, etc., remember to start the broadcast tonight~"

After Jin Qi finished speaking, just as he was about to hang up, Jiang Mo stopped him and said, "I'm outside and it's not convenient to broadcast live. Let's do it tomorrow night. I'll go back to the base tomorrow night."

"Uh... okay, but Tian Shi and the others will broadcast it tonight, you... Forget it, I'll give you a privilege, hang up."

Jiang Mo waited for Jin Qi to hang up the phone, and rubbed the center of his eyebrows with one hand. It was a torment for him to broadcast such a thing live.

It should be said that the live broadcast room needs the people who live broadcast to be active all the time, but he himself is a very boring person.

"Why are you sighing?" Seeing his sad face, Song Cheng's brows were all wrinkled, so she reached out to touch the center of his brows.

Jiang Mo looked up at her, her hand was halfway out, but he stopped her and grabbed it.

Her hand was much smaller than his, so cute and cute, it was immediately wrapped by his hand, unable to move.

"Sister Jin asked me to live broadcast at Lemon. When there is no game, it will be broadcast live every night from [-]:[-] to [-]:[-]."

After listening to what he said, Song Cheng replied: "This is not very good, you can just play games."

Jiang Mo smiled, "Is that why you want me to broadcast live?"

"Well, not really, but this is your job, isn't it?" Song Cheng's hand was covered by his hand, and she wanted to break free.

Jiang Mo felt the moving little hand in his hand, looked down, and said, "Yes, this is my job."

He opened his hand and let go of her hand, "So will you watch my live broadcast?"

Song Cheng wrote a few words in his palm, she wrote stroke by stroke, and asked him after finishing writing, "Guess what I wrote?"

"maybe."

"Hahaha, you're pretty good. What I wrote just now is what I wanted to say." Song Cheng looked at his face.

Puppy Gou started emo again, he looked a little lost, and replied listlessly: "Okay."

Seeing him drooping, Song Cheng explained again, "I think I'm watching, but if I watch it for too long, I won't be able to sleep all night."

"You know, my sleep quality is terrible." She thought of something good again, took his hand and said, "However, I slept well last night."

"Excuse me, do you have any magical powers, kid Jiang Mo?" Song Cheng approached him and asked.

Jiang Mo raised his eyes and accidentally fell into her beautiful eyes. He had an idea: "I want to add a project to the live broadcast room."

"what?"

"Sleep."

"Hey? Why did you add the sleep aid project?!"

She was a little puzzled, shouldn't Jiang Mo be the game anchor?
"Because, this project is added for you, and it is also a good way for you to watch my live broadcast."

He stretched out two hands and rubbed her face, "Our oranges are cute again today."

(End of this chapter)