Mr. Xi Wants to Officially Announce His Wife Every Day
Gold Broker

Shen Wenqian was still blabbering.

"In that game, the Dragon God operation is rated as a textbook level (guide book). The other big teams are dizzy because they've been racking their brains to find weakness."

"But! No one can do it! For four consecutive years, the Dragon God has dominated the strongest mvp, which has become a myth in gaming circles!"

Shen Wenqian's face reddened with excitement.

"This is an incredible legend, he hasn't shown his face in four years. The Dragon God is mysterious and interesting, he is my male god!"

Ruan Qi looked at him in a complicated manner

This is an old fan ...

"So, do you think the Dragon God and MYQ team are out of tune?" she asked.

“Of course it's fake.” Shen Wenqian calmly analyzed, “The soul of the MYQ group is the Dragon God, how can it be contradictory? Uploaded on the Internet are all rumors made by opponents to destroy MYQ. All his methods are very bad. I've done it before too. Yes, you can figure it out at a glance."

Ruan Qi quickly understood his key point, "Have you ever done anything bad before?"

Shen Wenqian knew that she had made a mistake, coughed, and changed the subject abruptly.

“I thought the Asian Dragon God would appear this time, but what a pity. He always wears very closed clothes when playing games, and he doesn't even show his fingers. I've been watching him for four years and I've never seen his face not even his head."

He sat back down on the chair and sighed deeply, "If I could see the real face of the Dragon God in my life, I would die quietly! If I were a woman, I would really like to marry her."

Ruan Qi, who was drinking the porridge, coughed.

"What's wrong?" Shen Wenqian quickly grabbed the paper, "Why did you suddenly choke?"

Ruan Qi wiped his mouth and looked away with a guilty conscience, "It's okay, I drank it too eagerly."

⁰00 threw a tissue into the trash, glanced at Shen Wenqian doubtfully, and asked, "Does all fans want the Dragon God to appear?"

“Yes! Of course!” Shen Wenqian nodded excitedly, and then turned around, “But since the Dragon God does not want to appear, there must be a reason for him.

Compared to the existing e-sports players, I prefer the humble and powerful Dragon God. Besides, I kind of guessed why he didn't want to show up ... "

Ruan Qi: "Why?"

Shen Wenqian smiled mysteriously and lowered her voice: "The Dragon God is less than 1.7 meters tall. I thought because he was short, so he didn't show his face.

Otherwise, why would he call himself the 'Little Blue Dragon'? Because it's "small"~"

"..." - ".Ruan Qi moved the corner of his mouth, and said, "As far as I know, there is a Chinese medicine agent named Xiaoqinglong Decoction (traditional Chinese medicine) "

“Hah? Really?” Shen Wenqian was shocked, however,

“Accidentally, it is the same as the full name of Dragon God!”

Ruan Qi: "..."

...—*—*—...

After eating, Ruan Qi was about to give Shen Wenqian acupuncture and it just so happened that Xu Xiangyang also arrived at the door.

Xu Xiangyang had the key to Ruan Qi's house. He opened the door directly and saw a man lying on the sofa with his upper body naked.

"..."

Xu Xiangyang nearly threw the watermelon-filled plastic bag in his hand at Shen Wenqian's face.

"Aren't you here?"

Ruan Qi walked out of the study, still holding the medicine box in his hand.

Xu Xiangyang glanced at Shen Wenqian vigilantly, and asked Ruan Qi, "This ..."

“I saved him from the trenches last night.”

Ruan Qi gestured for Shen Wenqian to lie down, turned his head and said to Xu Xiangyang, “Breakfast is in the pot. Brother, please present yourself. I'll give the patient acupuncture ."

Knowing the ins and outs of this matter, Xu Xiangyang heaved a sigh of relief.

He put the watermelon in the fridge, ate some mouthfuls, and then walked into the living room.

Xu Xiangyang sat on the sofa and saw Ruan Qi dabbing a needle.

Seeing him, he suddenly spoke.

"Where do I see this guy?"

Shen Wenqian's arm trembled, and Ruan Qi almost stuck it in the wrong place.

“Ah! I remember.” Xu Xiangyang patted his thigh, pulled out his phone and clicked on Weibo.

He glanced at Weibo, then looked at Shen Wenqian, then looked at the phone again, and spoke slowly.

"Agent named Shen, the number one gold medal in the entertainment industry, harassed his female artist. Female artist can't stand it and expose her to medsos ..."

Certain gold brokers surnamed Shen: "..."

oops, I've been exposed

Shen Wenqian: I don't want to be exposed

Author: you have abused a woman

Shen Wenqian: slander....