Chapter 134: The gold master’s cute snack broadcast (22)
Thinking about it, the girl was a little bit distressed.
Isn't this increasing his workload?
Unexpectedly, Qin Yue seemed to see through her thoughts at the moment, and stood up with a low smile.
He walked slowly to the camera and leaned down slightly.
Lightly said: "It won't cost me too much energy to deal with them, just a few more sleeps can make up for it."
"That's it."
Xiang Xing blinked softly, seemingly understanding.
She lowered her head slightly, lifted her little finger, and worked hard to figure it out.
She can make Qin Yue sleep more and sleep well.
Qin Yue can help her deal with the two big troubles of Yuan Xue and Qi Nancheng.
Well, one for two.
Good deal!
After thinking about it, the little guy was filled with a sweet smile, a pair of soft eyes gleaming, and he looked at the man on the screen earnestly.
"If you help me, I will help you sleep, but you can sleep for as many hours as you want!"
"..."
Qin Yue's brown eyes drooped slightly, and then he nodded with a chuckle, "This deal is quite a bargain, okay."
As for how many hours he has to sleep, how many days are evened out.
Well, don't tell her.
"Then let's make it so!"
Xiang Xing jumped happily, clasped his hands together, and patted quickly.
I was happy for a while, and seemed to remember something suddenly, turned around and ran out of the theater.
Qin Yue on the other side of the screen was puzzled.
But for a long time, I saw that petite and exquisite figure opened the door and ran in again.
Holding those professional-grade radio equipment in his arms, by the way, he carried a basket of potato chips on his arm.
Seeing that she piled up equipment and snacks on the conference long table in front of the screen, she turned to Qin Yue, her eyes crooked with a smile.
"Little Brother Qin Yue, it's late now, and if you are at home, you should also go to bed."
Xiang Xing held a small microphone in one hand and a bag of potato chips in the other, and shook it vigorously at the man on the screen.
With a serious look, "Go back to bed."
"…Ah."
Looking at the brave little girl, Qin Yue chuckled a few times.
He raised his hand subconsciously, as if he wanted to rub his excited little head.
But he reacted quickly, and his slender knuckles were slightly clenched.
After a pause, he shook his head slightly, "No need...tomorrow is the weekend, I can go back to sleep longer."
Now I can only look at her through a screen, and the soft and waxy voice is still lost.
Qin Yue only felt that he was not drowsy.
"Um... well then."
Xiang Xing had to put down the microphone and nodded in response, "Then you will find me tomorrow when you are going to bed."
The man raised his eyebrows meaningfully.
"must."
…
After cutting off the video communication, Qin Yue let out a sigh of relief, then turned and walked out of the office.
No, to be precise, he was in his study room.
As soon as he opened the door, an elegant and slender figure suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking the door.
Qin Yue paused, raised his eyes lightly, and glanced at the visitor.
"Mom, isn't this time for your beauty spa."
He spoke lightly, hugged his chest, and leaned against the door frame.
There seemed to be complaints in his eyes, "I don't like being overheard."
"...Who wants to eavesdrop on which little girl you are flirting with."
Zhong Li, the wife of the chairman of the Qin chaebol, rolled her eyes at her son in a chaotic manner after hearing the words.
Turning to a serious face again, staring at him seriously.
"Xiao Yue, why did you suddenly investigate the Qi family?"
"nothing much."
Qin Yue shrugged his shoulders lightly, his lips twitched slightly, "I'm bored lately, have some fun."