I just want to be soft on her

Chapter 79 Jiang Mo live broadcast without saying a word
"Thank you."

Song Cheng smiled, the wind on the roof was blowing more and more violently, she reached out to pick up the phone, and stood up unsteadily.

Now, she finally felt cold, very cold, maybe it was going to snow.

"I want to see you...Jiang Mo."

Song Cheng choked up, causing her whole body to twitch, she was in too much pain.

She felt pain and cold, her body was no longer numb, and her brain regained a little sanity.

"I can't die, I can't... I still want to see you, apologize to you, and say that I love you very much."

She held the phone tightly in the palm of her hand, it was a life-saving straw.

Step by step, she walked stiffly to the door of the rooftop and leaned against the wall. She wanted to open the door, but she had no strength.

Song Cheng sat down against the wall, thinking about taking a rest before opening the door.

"Squeak~"

"Song Cheng!" Ma Qingqing rushed out from the roof door, calling her name loudly.

Ma Qingqing was on the rooftop, looking for Song Cheng's figure against the wind, and Song Cheng was right behind her.

She opened her mouth, wanting to call Ma Qingqing, but found that she couldn't, her throat was dry.

So, Song Cheng could only stand up while leaning on the wall, walked behind Ma Qingqing, and patted her on the shoulder.

Ma Qingqing's call paused, "Cheng...Cheng Zi." She finally breathed a sigh of relief, turned around abruptly, saw Song Cheng with a haggard face, and burst into tears of grievance.

"You scared me to death. I couldn't find you anywhere. I turned the whole house upside down."

Ma Qingqing cried and hugged Song Cheng.

"Ahem... I'm sorry I made you worry." Song Cheng coughed twice and said to Ma Qingqing in a hoarse voice.

Ma Qingqing raised her head and wiped the tears from her face, "You are not allowed to apologize to me, do you understand? You will not be allowed in the future!"

"Let's go home." She took Song Cheng's cold hand, opened the door to the roof, and went back to the corridor.

Outside the door, many snowflakes had already fallen from the sky profusely, one after another, blown randomly by the wind to every corner of Haishi.

Jiang Mo's first live broadcast, he sat in front of the computer, turned on the camera, then turned on Lemon Live, and logged into the account Jin Qi gave him.

GO-clear name, golden.

It was almost eight o'clock, but he was not in the slightest interest. Although everything was ready, he didn't move at all.

His mind was preoccupied with another matter, and his mind was filled with the scene of Song Cheng pushing him away.

"Hoo hoo ~"

The desk where he put the computer was in front of the window, the curtains were not drawn, and the sound of cold wind blowing against the glass could be heard outside the window.

"Heh." Jiang Mo looked up at the time displayed on the computer, it was exactly eight o'clock.

He broadcasted it live, just playing games, but there was no one watching it, so it didn't seem to be interesting.

"Crack..."

Jiang Mo logged into a live broadcast account that Jin Qi prepared for himself, and after logging in, he opened the live broadcast room.

Ten million people rushed in quickly, and the screen was full of bullet screens, overlapping, several layers, and the screen could not be seen.

There are also tens of millions of gifts from others. In the comment area, if you post a comment, it will be washed away by this torrent.

——Ah, ah, our Mo God has finally launched a live broadcast!
——He looks so good, ahhh!
--husband!Husband, here I come!
——What husband, he is my wife, hehehe...

Song Cheng lay under the quilt and looked at these comments. Although it was only for a moment, there were many, one after another.

She stared at the small window that was made small. Jiang Mo never raised his head, just lowered his head and fiddled with the games on the phone.

He looked a little absent-minded.

Such a picture is still attracting more and more people into the live broadcast room. Within 5 minutes, the number of viewers in the live broadcast room exceeded 2000 million.

—Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

——I can mess with it, hiss...

——As soon as I came in, I tripped over everyone’s pants—
"I'm sorry." Song Cheng hid herself under the blanket, touched Jiang Mo in the small window with her index finger, and whispered.

She cried again, blamed herself, regretted it all, and ran out.

Ma Qingqing poured a cup of hot water in the living room, put it on the bedside table, watched Song Cheng cover herself, and sighed.

He didn't bother her, but just said: "The water is on the bedside table, drink it when you are thirsty."

Song Cheng held back her crying, bit her fingers, and waited until she was no longer sobbing before replying "Yes".

She fumbled for her earphones by the pillow, opened one and put it on, and listened to the voice in the live broadcast room.

"..."

Nothing, Jiang Mo didn't turn on the music, only the sound effects in the game, and he didn't speak.

He also had nothing to say.

Song Cheng looked at him and played round after round. Every round was a qualifying match, and every time she was the MVP.

She was like this, hiding in bed and watching silently, until 11:30, Jiang Mo finally did something that had nothing to do with playing games.

He quit the game, and the live broadcast interface stayed on his mobile phone interface, his wallpaper, a girl with a bright smile.

It was taken on the square in Beijing before the two of them went home.

That day, Song Cheng was very happy, and Jiang Mo took a picture with his mobile phone while she was not paying attention.

Blurred background, cars coming and going, only she is real, looking at him with a smile, her eyes are full of love.

Song Cheng's heart twitched suddenly, she bit her finger again, and started to cry, the tears seemed endless.

It soaked the pillow and made her face hot and humid from the heat of the blanket.

Comments and barrage exploded.

——? ? ?
——Holy shit, who is this? !

——We God Mo has a girlfriend? ? ?

——This girl, hehe.

Jiang Mo looked at his mobile phone wallpaper, gave a wry smile, reached out to pick up the water from the table, took a sip, and looked up at the camera.

It was the first time he spoke tonight.

"Added half an hour of sleep aid, it's very late, go to sleep after listening to this."

He opened his mouth, "If someone is watching, they must be obedient."

——! ! !
——So, he really has a girlfriend? !
——I disagree! !
——Who is that girl!

——Damn, seduce my Mo God! !
——Just the girl on the phone wallpaper!

Jiang Mo stared at the barrage for a while, all discussing Song Cheng on his phone wallpaper, most of the comments were scolding her.

He looked at every comment, and although he swiped quickly, there were many, many such comments.

"Oh." Jiang Mo sneered, raised his head and said to the camera: "What are you guys doing? Does this have anything to do with her?"

——You are sober and sober!
—— Mo God, you are only 19 years old, you are still young, and your mother does not allow you to fall in love!

During the live broadcast, there were still many fans who turned black.

——You only attracted so many fans with your face, how dare you fall in love? !
——Hehe, the fan has turned black, the next one will be better.

——I am!It's unlucky that the house collapsed...

——It's a pity for this face, speechless, again!also!No!See!

(End of this chapter)