BXBX NOVEL Chapter 11 - 11 Your Faults_1
Editor: Atlas Studios
“I miss the things you give.”
Gu Li said immediately.
“Hmm?”
Mo Shiting frowned.
“Oh, there’s a male streamer called I miss the things you give.”
She was afraid that he wouldn’t believe her, so she immediately took out her phone, opened an interface on C Station and handed it over, “Look, it’s him. He sings a hundred times worse than me, but he still manages to attract quite a few fans.”
After speaking, she clicked the play button, and a dreadful sound burst through the speakers immediately.
“Love really needs courage, to believe we will be together, I can feel you amidst the crowded streets——”
It was simply too terrible!
And this voice was unmistakably familiar…
Mo Shiting grabbed her phone. As expected, the male anchor in the video wearing a half-mask and singing in an exaggerated manner was none other than the foolish Song Yunque.
What a daredevil he is!
Daring to return to C Station as a streamer, changing disguises one after the other, and never learning his lessons!
He gave the phone back to Gu Li, and directly dialed a number.
Song Yunque was driving, and when he received a call from Mo Shiting, he was slightly taken aback, “Fourth Brother, why do you have time to find me now?”
Mo Shiting: “Wildfire cannot be completely extinguished, it grows back when blown by the spring wind, right?”
“What do you mean?”
Song Yunque’s heart skipped a beat.
Oh no, he hadn’t been exposed for his singing activities on C Station, had he?
But how could he be?
He had been extremely low-key.
“Fourth Brother, what are you talking about? I don’t understand.”
“You don’t?”
Mo Shiting’s tone became increasingly dangerous, “You enjoy singing so much, how about singing to your heart’s content tonight?”
“Hello, Fourth Brother? Hello…the signal is bad, I can’t hear you, let’s talk later. Bye.”
Without waiting for Mo Shoting to reply, Song Yunque quickly hung up.
He was finished, he was so dead. If his grandmother found out about him being a streamer on C Station, he would be done for.
No, he had to “destroy all traces”.
He simply pulled his car over and began deleting videos.
One by one… He deleted fifteen videos in total, finally managing to empty his video gallery.
Looking at the empty page, Song Yunque finally breathed a sigh of relief.
On the other end.
Gu Li curiously asked Mo Shiting, “Do you know that male streamer?”
Mo Shiting ignored her, and continued to bury his head in his documents.
Seeing this, Gu Li didn’t bother to try to amuse herself any longer.
However, when she refreshed C Station, she found that all the singing videos shared by the other party were gone.
Was it Mo Shiting’s doing?
Oh, her source of joy was gone.
…
Half an hour later, Rolls-Royce stopped in front of a luxurious standalone fashion boutique.
Only then did Gu Li found out that Mo Shiting had brought her shopping for clothes.
And he did this because they were going to his maternal grandmother’s seventieth birthday banquet.
As soon as the two walked in, the shop manager greeted them warmly.
“Young Master Mo, you’re here.”
After greeting Mo Shiting, she looked at Gu Li with a smile, “You must be the young madam, right? Nice to meet you, I’m the manager of this store, Sally. I’ll take you to try on some clothes now.”
“Okay, thank you.”
Gu Li nodded slightly and followed her.
Mo Shiting, on the other hand, went to sit in the seating area and started dealing with emails on his phone.
About ten minutes later, the door to the fitting room opened.
Mo Shiting looked up at the sound to see the girl, dressed in a long skirt, coming towards him.
The soft cherry blossom pink, coupled with her innate girlish charm, added a touch of sweetness. The dress had an off-shoulder design, exposing one side of her clavicle and shoulder, cute yet sexy. Her waist was tight and thin, her figure so good that it was impossible to look away.
“How about it? Do I look good?”
Gu Li walked up to him, gracefully raised her dress and twirled in a circle.
While she was waiting for his compliments, she heard him say coldly, “You look terrible.”