The e-sports god is set up by others

Chapter 137 Brother, Do They Don't Want You Anymore?
The wind at night is as cool as water, with a hint of coldness that invades the heart and spleen.

The little guy in his arms was as warm as a small stove, his whole body was soft, and his two small arms were wrapped around his neck.

Nesting in his arms, weeping heartbreakingly, as if he had been greatly wronged.

Gu Lin felt it suddenly.

Not so bad anymore.

He lowered his head, the tip of his nose was the smell of the little guy, he sniffed it almost greedily.

"Chuan'er doesn't cry, brother is fine..."

Luo Chuan was still crying out of breath.

Still whimpering: "Don't do this to my brother..."

When Lu Ziye arrived with a group of people, he saw the scene in front of him.

The slender boy held the little guy tightly in his arms.

The palm rests on the slender back.

Gently go along.

"..."

Did they come by accident?

Xiao Yan's round eyes looked at the two of them without blinking for a moment, with a dewy light.

Lu Ziye reached out and tapped her small head.

Xiao Yan raised his head and stared at him with some dissatisfaction, his lips were silent: "What are you doing?"

The eldest young master was handsome and lazy under the moonlight, his face was not as white as before, but was stained with an intoxicating thin blush after drinking.

His narrow eyes were dark and calm.

His lips were bent suddenly, and his smile was full of evil spirits.

He silently answered her with his lips.

Xiao Yan looked at his slender and beautiful lips like petals, and for a while couldn't figure out what the shape of his lips said.

She imitated the lip shape of the young master and read it.

I found out that I said "Oh".

Judging by his bad smile, it must not be this.

Xiao Yan thought for a long time, but couldn't figure out what he was talking about, and finally gave up helplessly.

Manager Wu Jian looked at the two people not far away, and always felt that they were not doing well in the past.

So I asked a few of them, "What do we do now?"

Xiao Yan shook his head blankly, and the little curly hair dangled back and forth.

Whispered: "Phuket Island."

The young master looked down at her, "Speak well, why are you so cute?"

Xiao Yan: "???"

Shen Jiaan had already taken out her phone and started taking pictures.

"I knew they were having an affair, but the little idiot still refuses to admit it, so I won't take a picture of it for them."

"..."

The last few good socialist youths felt that they could not rush forward to disturb the two of them.

So I got into the haystack next to it and used it as a quiet background board.

The premise is that there are no four heads poking out quietly.

Gu Lin gently wrapped the little guy's body with his coat, and smiled with his dark eyebrows.

A delicate chin rests on a small head.

The voice is lower than the moonlight.

"Brother is fine, brother is fine."

He released Luo Chuan lightly, and the little guy looked at him sobbing with snot and tears all over his face.

The eyelashes were wet with tears, sticking to the bottom of the eyelids, wet like a poor little one.

Luo Chuan's eyes fell on Gu Lin's shoulders, and he saw that a large area was wet, all covered with his own tears and snot.

Suddenly, I felt a little embarrassed.

How could she wipe her tears and snot on Brother Gu?

Turns out it wasn't the most embarrassing.

In the next three seconds, the little guy experienced a dark history that he least wanted to recall.

She stared at Gu Ge's cold and delicate face, and blew a big snot bubble from her nose.

He watched Gu Lin's eyes move down and landed on the snot bubble.

His eyes were stained with surprise, as if he didn't expect to be able to blow bubbles.

The little guy can't wait to dig a hole and get in.

By the way, he buried himself.

oooooooo
He is dead! ! !

Gu Lin was cold and indifferent by nature, it was rare for him to show such a gentle smile.

He took out a tissue from his pocket, took out one with his slender and beautiful hands, and gently covered the little guy's nose.

Luo Chuan rolled his eyes and blew his nose vigorously.

Gu Lin didn't show any disgust on his face.

Gently wipe him clean.

Gently brushing the reddened tip of the nose with slightly cool fingers, "Okay."

Luo Chuan's small face was flushed unnaturally, and he raised his arms and buried his face in the crook of his arms.

"Woooooooooooooooooo shameful."

Gu Lin smiled, "It's not embarrassing, and my brother doesn't dislike you."

The little guy was still bored with himself.

Gu Lin: "No one else saw it, so I won't tell others."

Only then did Luo Chuan carefully poke his head out of his arms.

A few people hiding in the haystack: "..."

Ah this
Then you can't go out.

Luo Chuan faded away from his embarrassing shyness, and looked at the cold and gentle man, like a cold moon in the sky, with a silver light that repulses people thousands of miles away.

There was only a burst of discomfort in his heart.

The little guy's voice was choked up, "The manager brother said that not only did they ignore the black people on the Internet, but also liked the post about the fake match. They want to put the blame on you alone."

Luo Chuan grabbed the corner of his clothes.

"It must be because I shot my brother, I can kill you with such a skill, so they think you are playing a match-fixing game."

Gu Lin smiled, "No."

Luo Chuan said in a stubborn voice, "Yes."

"Aren't they all drunk, the little head is still so clear?"

The young boy's eyes were clean and clear, "I'm not drunk."

Gu Lin looked at his eyes as clear as glass beads, and remained silent.

Yes some, but not all.

There was already discord within their team, several people had always had objections to his strong command, and he was not a person who was easy to communicate with.

Contradictions accumulated over time, until his hand injury gradually broke out.

"Brother, don't they want you?"

Gu Lin was slightly stunned, his brows and eyes instantly covered with a layer of coldness.

"Maybe," he said.

Anyone can disbelieve him, except the coach.

If it wasn't for the coach who brought him in because he entered the industry, how could he have worked so hard to stay with RED for so long.

So far away from his children.

For two full years, there was a distance of the Atlantic Ocean.

Now he suspects that he deliberately played match-fixing for the sake of AOG, he just finds it ridiculous.

The world is hot and cold, that's all.

He looked at the little guy, and said with a hint of helplessness in his voice, "Don't cry."

Luo Chuan tried his best to hold back, and nodded.

The corner of the haystack man's lips twitched.

Who the hell is coaxing whom?

Gu Lin felt that the weather was getting colder and colder, and he was afraid that the little guy would catch a cold, so he asked lightly, "Have Lu Ziye and the others come yet?"

"It should be here soon, I'll give Brother Lu a call."

Everyone in the haystack:! ! !
"Mute! Mute!"

Lu Ziye quickly lowered his head to look for his mobile phone, and everyone frantically silenced.

Wait for them to mute successfully before looking up.

The phone light illuminated the two faces above their heads, and they were staring at them intently.

Several people screamed in fright and ran around.

Luo Chuan stared with big confused eyes, "Brother Manager, when did you guys come?"

Wu Jian laughed twice, "Just arrived, just arrived."

Shen Jiaan followed suit, "Yes, I definitely didn't see your snot bubble."

The little guy hugged his little head violently, and shrank himself back up again.

Gu Lin rubbed his eyebrows with a headache.

"You are enough."

(End of this chapter)