Watching the live broadcast of the domineering president [MTL]

Ch 2

Chapter 2:

 This is probably the strangest thing Yin Bao has encountered in nineteen years.

The girl sat at the head of the bed, meditating, but she couldn't figure it out. But tonight, I can't see the live broadcast of my idol brother, I can only watch the screen recording or playback.

But, this is just too strange.

There is a bug in the live broadcast software, and I haven't heard that it will be connected to someone else's live broadcast room.

What's more, it's still a company video conference that isn't live.

Yin Bao poked the screen of her mobile phone, and just as she was about to try to enter the number of the live broadcast room for the third time, someone knocked on the door, and a gentle voice came from outside the door: "Miss, it's time for dinner." "

It's Aunt Song.

Aunt Song has been in the Yin family all these years, although she is taking care of the inside and outside of the Yin family's villa, but in fact, her main job is to take care of Yin Bao, so for Yin Bao, Aunt Song is more like her mother.

Yin Bao opened the door of the room and asked Aunt Song, "Where is my brother?"
Aunt Song shook her head, "The eldest young master said that the company is very busy, and he won't come back for dinner tonight." 

Yin Bao said: "It's work again." She took two steps forward and turned around, her dark eyes full of anger, "Then you tell him to simply live in the company in the future, and don't enter the door in the middle of the night and make me sleep."

However, the girl's voice was soft, and there was not a trace of annoyance.

Aunt Song smiled, knowing her young lady's temper, "Okay, I'll tell the eldest young master."

Yin Bao was about to go downstairs for dinner, but Aunt Song came from behind with a pair of slippers, "Miss, put on shoes." "

The slippers were in front of him, with a bunny and purple bellflowers on them.

The girl looked at the slippers and did not speak for a long time.

She wore them since she was nine years old, and every other year, she had people make a new pair of the same pair, but the size would be higher.

It's been ten years now.

It's been ten years, and where did the boy who accompanied her and sat on a white rocking chair in a garden full of roses in the midsummer sun, where did he go?

At that time, the wind was so calm, as if the world was only a small world. The boy held her little hand and drew the little rabbit in the grass stroke by stroke, and the fragrance of flowers in the garden and the light woody scent of the vines were no match for the smell of his clean shirt. She could hear the tip of the pen on the paper, the flowers blooming, and her own heartbeat.

Lin Xiaoxiao's voice sounded in his mind for some reason: "It's been ten years, why is he twenty-eight years old now, right?" It is estimated that his wife and children have ......"

Yin Bao tried to think about it, Qin Boyu held his daughter's hand and painted.

But I really can't think of it.

After all, a cold boy like Qin Boyu, even if he grows up, he will definitely be a very cold man. It is completely unimaginable that he will love someone and then have his own children with that person.

It's terrible!, the girl shook her head violently.

Aunt Song: "Miss?"

Yin Bao came back to his senses, stepped on his slippers, went downstairs with a click, ran to the TV, and turned on the TV.

The Korean dramas on TV, Yin Bao usually skips them directly, but tonight it is rare to stay for a while, watching the separation of the male and female protagonists and the heart-rending crying, I feel that I am really not distracted at all.

The girl bit her chopsticks and changed the table.

When the stations were changed one by one, I unexpectedly heard a radio report: "...... Won the Unsag Prize, an international award second only to the Nobel Prize in Physics, and the decade-long research finally ...... "

Yin Bao was stunned and transferred the station back.

But what appeared on the TV screen was a man over half a hundred years old.

After a while, Yin Bao turned off the TV and lowered his head to eat.

But while eating, for some reason, my vision gradually blurred, and my eyes were hot.

The girl tried her best to keep the tears from falling.

Perhaps, she should have forgotten about him.

·

After dinner, after reading the textbooks of the art department for a while, and then taking a shower, Yin Bao returned to his room.

She turned on the computer, opened the e-mail mailbox that she hadn't used for a long time, and found Qin Boyu's email address.

Although he hasn't replied to a single email from her since seven years ago.

Yin Bao looked at the blank email, and after a long time, typed a few words.

"Brother Boyu, are you okay?" 

The girl hugged her knees, closed her eyes for a long time, but still opened her eyes and clicked the mouse.

The email was sent.

Although I know that there will be no reply.

Yin Bao went to the bed and lay on her stomach, ready to drink the milk that Aunt Song put on the bedside, and then took the tablet and prepared to draw.

But she suddenly remembered the strange incident in the live broadcast room this evening.

Yin Bao couldn't help it, picked up his phone again, and clicked on the live broadcast app.

Because she tried it a few times, she has memorized the number of the idol brother's live broadcast room.

Anyway, the live broadcast has ended, and it will be an empty room if you click in, even if there is really a string of wires, it is unlikely that you will go to that cold conference room and meet with that Mr. Qin.

Who would have held a meeting for so long.

Maybe it's a bug.

The girl bit her lip, thought so, nodded affirmatively, and without hesitation, entered the string of numbers in the live app again.

Soon, the little gray circle circled around.

Yin Bao waited for the words "The live broadcast has ended" popping up on the screen.

However, no.

Yin Bao entered the live broadcast room.

What caught my eye was the unusually familiar, cold, and well-defined face that I had just seen this evening. But this perspective is very strange, it seems to be from the bottom up, Yin Bao can clearly see the sweat sliding down Qin Yu's forehead and sliding to his chin.

Qin Yu was running on the treadmill.

The phone is also on the treadmill, and the screen should be slowly swiping the news, but at this moment, the screen has changed.

However, Qin Yu hadn't discovered it yet.

Yin Bao looked at his phone and rubbed his eyes, thinking that he was dazzled.

But she did see it this evening Mr. Qin.

The girl looked at the screen in shock, and forgot to drink the milk in her hand.

Qin Yu was running on the treadmill, even if he was sweating all over his body, his expression did not change, and his eyes looked coldly ahead.

A young man sitting on a chair next to him couldn't help but sigh, "I'm really curious, you don't plan to treat, why do you still call me over every week to grind for an afternoon."

Qin Yu still looked ahead, and his voice was cold and indifferent: "It's routine." Only a slightly unsteady breath could prove that he was running, not sitting at his desk reading papers.

Xie Yancheng sighed again, "That's right, explain to your old man." After a pause, "But speaking of which, as a psychiatrist, I still have to advise you, your emotional apathy, it's best to treat it......"

Qin Yu's mobile phone on the treadmill buzzed.

Listen to the ringtone, there should be an email.

And it's a private mailbox mail.

Qin Yu glanced at the phone screen, ready to wait until he finished running to read the email.

However, the next moment, the man's cold gaze paused.

Stop on your phone's screen.