Cheng Fei's expression was dazed, and he stared blankly at the little cannon fodder who was taller than him.

He thought he was mentally prepared, but when he heard the confession from his own mouth, he was still shocked and had a dream-like feeling, but all the signs and details showed that what the little cannon fodder said was true.

When I heard those words about protecting myself, my heart instantly became numb, and the temperature on my face rose uncontrollably.

After a while, he gritted his teeth and said, "You bastard, what are you saying about protecting..."

Being protected by a boy who is several years younger than yourself, why is it so... weird?

"Yeah." The little cannon fodder also felt that something was wrong and nodded, "Feifei, I made a mistake."

This admission of mistake was sweet and well-behaved, and was different from the pretentious coldness he had shown on the phone just now. As soon as Cheng Fei regained his dignity, he heard his voice become firmer: "It's not 'can', but 'can'.

I 'can' protect you."

Cheng Fei: "..."

Shao Tingfeng leaned forward slightly so that he was eye level with him. His narrow eyes were more serious and brighter than usual. For the first time, Cheng Fei could taste the pride of a young boy from those eyes.

Oh, no, what about the little cannon fodder in the original work who is weak, pitiful, helpless, and has accomplished nothing, just waiting to end up on the streets? I was mentally prepared to support my family, but suddenly I told him that the little cannon fodder is actually

A...little elite of the Internet?

Administrator 03, should be considered an elite figure of cream, right?

Shao Tingfeng saw that he was dumbfounded and showed no sign at all, and couldn't help but ask: "Feifei, are you angry?"

The voice was weak, grandma's, and had returned to its original youthful tone. But he was so close that Cheng Fei felt that the voice was almost passing by his ears, and he almost couldn't find the thumping heartbeat in his chest.

He tried his best to tilt his head back to keep his ears farther away from him, and gritted his teeth and said: "Of course you are angry! You fucking hid it from me again..."

If it weren't for the pink on his plain white neck, Shao Tingfeng would have almost believed it.

He had experienced a few times when he was really angry. No matter how stupid he was, Shao Tingfeng could tell that he was fierce and angry at the moment, and he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. He was not scared, Feifei, that's great.

"Well, I hid it from you again." Shao Tingfeng admitted very carelessly, "But it was not intentional. After all, I had forgotten my identity for a long time."

Cheng Fei immediately turned his face, his eyebrows counted down, and his eyes widened: "Are you sure it hasn't been useful for a long time?"

Although he tried his best to pretend to be angry, his eyes were moist and the ends of his eyes were slightly red, and there was no lethality at all.

"Yeah," Shao Tingfeng nodded innocently, "Netizens can give me proof."

In the dense barrage just now, it was indeed mentioned that the administrator 03 has not been out for a long time, but that is because the person who posted the barrage didn't know that this little bastard blocked his live broadcast room three months ago, and the reason was fucking stupid

…

Cheng Fei gritted his teeth: "So it was a ghost who blocked my live broadcast room for being 'topless'?"

There was a crack in the little cannon fodder's innocent expression.

"'Disheveled'?"

"'ghs'?"

Cheng Fei's voice got louder and louder, because it was the first time he was blocked by the censorship review, and he almost waved 88 to Butter.

The little cannon fodder looked at the sky, his face gradually turning red with each accusation. If he knew that he would be blamed again in the future, he would definitely not have used these harsh words in the first place.

But at this time, we can't show timidity. Shao Tingfeng said with a red face: "Official words."

In order to increase his credibility, he also pushed out his chest hard, but it pulled an old injury. The pain caused all the blood on his face to disappear in an instant. There was a faint glimmer of water in his eyes, which showed that it was really painful. But Shao Tingfeng

He gritted his teeth again and insisted: "Feifei, it's true."

Cheng Fei: "..."

I was most afraid of the little cannon fodder's pretense of being strong and calm, and suddenly he lost all his anger - not to mention that he wasn't even angry in the first place.

He raised his hand awkwardly and twisted Shao Tingfeng's eyes. Shao Tingfeng blinked in confusion, and then there was a hint of moisture.

Cheng Fei's heart suddenly softened: "Okay, I know you don't care about 3's integrity. It's because of my inappropriate behavior that I deserve to be banned... I don't hold a grudge, why are you panicking?"

With this gentle twist, Shao Tingfeng suddenly felt that his chest no longer hurt at all. He couldn't help but want to rub Cheng Fei's fingertips and feel the delicate touch.

However, Cheng Fei was puzzled by the coquettishness. After twirling it for a moment, he took back his hand and asked with an introspective look: "By the way, what kind of position do you have as an administrator 03?"

If it is an audit, many people can do it, but Shao Tingfeng is obviously not an ordinary audit. He can even decide whether some anchors should stay or go, which shows his high position. This is also the last thing he can understand when speculating that the little cannon fodder is Guan 3.

The place.

Shao Tingfeng reluctantly moved away from his hand, considered it, and said hesitantly: "I am the founder of Cream TV. I joined the team four years ago and am mainly responsible for technical matters..."

He couldn't speak either, so when he mentioned his job, he just said a lot of complicated terms, which sounded like fantasy to Cheng Fei, who was an art student.

Cheng Fei couldn't help but suspect that the little cannon fodder was tricking him at first, but when he thought of his calloused hands, he swallowed his doubts again.

He still remembered what his classmates had mentioned to him. Shao Tingfeng was originally a top student in another major, and he transferred to the illustration class midway. Now that he thought about it, his original major was probably computer programming, so he had a certain skill.

Not surprisingly.

Cheng Fei didn't realize it, and waited until he had finished speaking before interrupting: "Wait a minute, you mean, you added cream four years ago, but you were only 16 at that time, right?"

"Yeah." Shao Tingfeng nodded, a little shy, "Because I'm too young, I can't mention it publicly. My name will not be found in any promotional lists of the cream."

Cheng Fei: "...So you are a child laborer?"

The little cannon fodder immediately lowered his head: "Feifei, don't report me."

He looked so well-behaved that he looked like a minor who was going to work in an Internet cafe during the summer vacation and was about to be caught by the police.

Cheng Fei screamed in his heart, and the urge to rub his head surged through his body, but when he stretched out his hand, he couldn't help but think, this head is a head that can handle a series of complex programming at the age of 16!

"I won't report it," Cheng Fei asked nervously as he thought of something, "Does the cream boss pay you?"

Shao Tingfeng was dumbfounded by the worry in his words that he was afraid of being deceived, and for a moment he didn't know how to answer.

Cheng Fei thought that he didn't know how to ask for salary, so his tone was a few degrees higher: "No way, even if Cream deducts our anchor's reward, it also deducts your wages?"

The evil bourgeoisie!

Shao Tingfeng shook his head quickly: "No, no, I'll end it all."

Cheng Fei narrowed his eyes: "Really?"

"real."

Cheng Fei was still worried: "How many knots have been made?"

Afraid that those numbers would scare him, Shao Tingfeng laughed softly, his eyes fell on his slightly curved belly, and he said simply: "There are a lot of knots, enough to buy the best milk powder and diapers for the little snail in my belly."

Wet."

After a pause, he sighed again: "So, Feifei, don't work too hard. If you don't live broadcast, I can still feed the little snail." And you.

Cheng Fei: "..."

The original ruined me!

Such little cannon fodder is a thief of elites!

"Fuck you." Cheng Fei held his hot cheeks and felt his heart pounding, "I don't need you to support me, I have money too! I have a wealthy father and snail fans!"

As a result, for some unknown reason, a certain elite laughed softly after hearing what he said.

Cheng Fei became a little angry and said "I'm going to bed" and walked to his room, but not long after closing the door, there was another knock on the door from Shao Tingfeng.

When he opened the door, Shao Tingfeng was holding a small plate and a glass of water. In the plate were the familiar calcium folic acid tablets, as well as various pills to be taken during pregnancy.

"Eat before going to sleep."

He always followed the doctor's instructions so carefully, and had to take the medicine every day before he could feel at ease. Cheng Fei hummed and took it, and in front of him, he honestly threw the pills into his mouth, drank a large amount of water, and drank the medicine.

Feeling stuffy in the stomach.

Shao Tingfeng still didn't leave. After he took the medicine, he stuffed something into his coat pocket and whispered: "This is for Feifei..."

As if he was afraid that he wouldn't want it, after stuffing it, Shao Tingfeng said "good night" with red ears and hurried back to his room.

Cheng Fei watched him close the door inexplicably. If it weren't for his shy appearance, he would have almost thought that this little cannon fodder was playing a prank, like the little boy in elementary school stuffing fake mice into the little girl's drawer.

He reached into his bag and found a hard, thin card.

Through the dim light of the corridor lamp, he could distinguish the words on it, which was a stored-value card from a certain bank. There was a line of words written on it with a blue marker: salary card.

The card is old, but the writing is still wet. It was obviously written temporarily, with a little blue ink on his fingertips.

Cheng Fei almost threw the card away.

——A man gives a "pay card" to someone who is pregnant with his baby. What the hell does that mean?

Cheng Fei simply didn't dare to think further.

In the quiet night, the only sound in the corridor was his slightly accelerated heartbeat, thump thump, not violent, but impossible to ignore. However, in the interval between heartbeats, the faint sound of keyboard was heard from the door that had just been closed next door.

Cheng Fei took the card and finally couldn't help but knocked on the door again.

The sound of the keyboard suddenly stopped again. After a while, the door opened and Shao Tingfeng poked his head out.

Cheng Fei first asked: "Why aren't you asleep yet?"

Shao Tingfeng was stunned for a moment, and said honestly: "There are still some black materials that have not been dealt with, and I have not communicated with the senior management this time. The aftermath needs to be dealt with, which is a bit tricky..."

It can be difficult for people who are in charge of 3. I am afraid it is not as easy as it seems on the surface.
To be continued...