What kind of bad thoughts can a drama host have?

Chapter 7 I'm not a substitute for Bai Yueguang (7)
Huai Li leaned back on the seat, closed her eyes slightly, her curled eyelashes drooped, casting a light shadow on her fine white skin, so pale that there was no trace of blood, like a piece of paper that no one could bear to touch. Fragile items.

The radio broadcast is broadcasting that there will be heavy snowfall in City S tonight, reminding residents to pay attention to safety and travel carefully.

While driving, Fang Yan tentatively asked, "Sister Huaili, are you feeling unwell? Do you want to go to the hospital first?"

Huai Li shook her head, weakly: "It's okay, I'm just a little hungry."

Dialect wanted to laugh out of nowhere, he looked at the side of the street, and parked the car, "Sister Huaili, you wait in the car, I'll go buy you something to eat."

There were quite a few small shops open on the side of the road, and Fang Yan wasn't sure what she liked to eat, so she bought some of everything.

But when he came back, Huai Li was no longer in the car.
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At this time, Huai Li was rummaging around the trash can near Gucheng Avenue.

She was wearing a mask, and in addition to the cold weather, she was wrapped up like a rice dumpling, revealing a pair of eyes. I believe that no paparazzi would recognize her except true love fans.

Otherwise, she will definitely occupy the headlines of the hot searches tomorrow.

"System, where is that poor boy you mentioned?"

System: [The positioning display is in this area. 】

In order to earn enough points as soon as possible, Huai Li took a part-time job in the plane. While completing the task of changing the script, the system will automatically assign her other side tasks. Of course, she can choose to take it or not.

Huaili was waiting for supper in the car just now, and the system asked her if she wanted to take on an urgent side mission.

At that time, Huai Li was so tired that she didn't want to move half of her fingers. She just wanted to lie in the nanny's car and swipe her phone, but she refused decisively.

[Host, if you don't accept this side mission, he will die. 】

"Who will die?"

【A poor boy who was sold to a pervert by his mother. 】

"Tsk, how pitiful."

[Host, there are 2000 points for this side mission. 】

Good guy, it's even higher than her points for completing the main mission.

Huai Li struggled for five seconds before compromising for the sake of points.

There were cool snowflakes falling on his head, Huai Li raised his head and caught it with his hands.

"System." She said, "It's snowing, and the weather forecast is accurate."

Snowflakes are floating in the air, slowly, refracted by the yellow light, like glowing fireflies.

The system was speechless: [Host, if you don't go to look for the poor boy, he's really going to freeze into an ice sculpture. 】
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It hurts, it's cold...

Warm thick blood flowed down from his forehead, his vision became blurred, his whole body was in pain like a frame falling apart, and his head was buzzing.

Jiang Yan curled up in the corner, trying to shrink herself into a small ball, hiding behind a pile of debris, so she couldn't be found.

If they were found by those people, they would definitely tie themselves to that perverted bed.

He knew since he was a child that his mother liked money and hated him as a oil bottle.

But he never thought that she would ruthlessly sell her son to a pervert who likes to play with men for money.

He tried his best to escape.

Perhaps because of too much blood loss, Jiang Yan's mind gradually became dizzy, and he couldn't sleep, couldn't sleep...

But he was too tired, and slowly fell into a thick darkness.

Even though it was snowing heavily, he felt strangely hot all over.

Who will save him...

He seemed to be dying.

His consciousness was disappearing bit by bit, and Jiang Yan couldn't even feel the cold.

Just when he was in despair, he heard footsteps in a trance.

(End of this chapter)