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Chapter 133 Just tell me what reward you want (Mu Mu Pei Yan)

Shen Zhaoyi had heard this music when she first encountered the term "male bodhisattva".

On the screen, Mumu took a deep breath and suddenly seemed like a different person.

Her waist swayed dramatically with the rhythm, her fingertips gliding from her collarbone to her waist and abdomen, each pause carrying a subtle, suggestive hint.

Even after watching it a couple more times, you'll realize that it's just a few repetitive movements.

But people's attention will only be drawn to her figure and her expression.

Absolutely!

Unexpectedly, he was the originator of borderline videos. No wonder Mumu was so skilled when he made his first video.

Upon seeing this, a different understanding suddenly popped into Shen Zhaoyi's mind.

After the music stopped, she asked, "You guys were dancing like this before? Where are your clothes?"

"Of course, it's what you wear!"

Seemingly afraid that she would misunderstand, Mu Mu quickly retorted.

Shen Zhaoyi pressed further, "And what about in private?"

"I only let you skip this step in private."

Those eyes were bright and clear, revealing no trace of pretense.

Shen Zhaoyi reluctantly believed it.

She started asking about the group broadcast.

The teammates who played with Mumu were all good-looking.

Take Xiaoye for example, her cashback rate is 10% higher.

It's important to understand that with the system's stringent criteria, even a difference of 0.1 is a significant one.

Therefore, it's conceivable that without him manipulating the votes, and without any other new leading ladies, he would most likely be at the bottom every time.

Mumu gave a muffled "hmm," then smiled at her.

"It's okay, sister, I'm used to it~"

Anyway, the contract still has five months left, and he has already paid off all the debts. Before leaving, he will not give the unscrupulous company another chance to make a fortune.

The reason why individual broadcast accounts were separated was entirely due to the lack of a well-defined contract at the time.

As a result, the revenue sharing is different from Jiang Jiang's.

Otherwise, he would have truly dug a huge hole for himself.

Shen Zhaoyi, on the other hand, was relieved that there were still places to play games.

Otherwise, the vixen would truly become someone to be used purely for amusement, without ever discussing money...

Dancing and chatting, and then Mumu showed off some other things, and before we knew it, it was past eleven o'clock.

Just as Shen Zhaoyi had expected, Su Ye did not call tonight.

Instead, after the broadcast ended, she sent a message: "[Zhaoyi, goodnight, hope you have sweet dreams tonight.]"

If it were Pei Yan, she would definitely say something like—

How can I fall asleep if I can't hear your voice?

But after talking about Jian Bai last night, she went to find some text examples and had Su Ye teach her a few paragraphs.

Even though he was not very comfortable with such things, he only managed to finish the performance after being half-coaxed and half-persuaded by Shen Zhaoyi.

She had only one thought at the time.

That is, "A good voice is good no matter what you do."

However, it's best to know when to stop while you're ahead.

So as not to scare people away.

This live stream was just a change of pace, not a necessity.

He replied with "Good night and sweet dreams" and then took his phone and moved to the bed.

Mumu had already removed the tail when demonstrating how it was secured at the back, and hadn't put it back on since.

He is currently sitting in a chair, staring blankly at the camera.

A few strands of chestnut hair fell over her shoulders, their small curls giving her a bewildered yet obedient air.

It wasn't until Shen Zhaoyi called out twice that he snapped out of his daze: "Sister, have you finished replying to your messages?"

"Ah."

"It's getting late, let's call it a night. Go take off this gear and go to sleep."

Hearing a hint of laziness in her voice, Mu Mu replied "okay" while asking, "Are you going to sleep, sister?" "More or less," Shen Zhaoyi yawned, "I'll watch some videos to get myself together."

The bell rang a few more times. "Sister, stop watching the video, look at me!"

After saying that, she deliberately put on a coquettish act, which, although affected, did not seem out of place.

Shen Zhaoyi, oblivious to his quip, teased him, "Are you sure your bell, ringing like that, will help me fall asleep?"

Immediately afterwards, Mumu obediently took them down, then pushed the phone on the table back, and leaned in front of the camera, showing only her face.

And he knows how to use his facial features effectively.

Because he was lying face down, his chin rested on the back of his hand, and the corners of his eyes drooped slightly, like a wild dog that had been soaked by the rain, letting down all its guard, just waiting for someone to reach out and rub its head.

"Sister, is this okay? I'll tell you a story~"

Even though Shen Zhaoyi had seen too many handsome men, she was still somewhat unable to resist.

That vulnerable expression is incredibly powerful.

"Alright, let me hear what tricks you have up your sleeve."

I adjusted my sleeping position under the covers, placed my phone next to my pillow, and gestured that he could begin.

Mumu's voice came through.

The story isn't from a book; it unfolds based on the tragic set of tableware I received today.

There's Mumu, who's still a little kid, and his formidable grandma.

My grandmother was skilled at firing kilns, which was quite rare for a girl in those days...

"She always said that mud has a spirit, and if you fool it, it will crack in the kiln to show you."

Shen Zhaoyi closed her eyes, listening to his low narration.

In fact, Mu Mu's voice is not as good as his dancing; it's quite ordinary. When he talks about these everyday things, it's like listening to an old friend reminisce.

The night was quiet, and the story was told in fits and starts.

Shen Zhaoyi's consciousness was already hazy; she only vaguely remembered that this person played in the mud every day when he was a child.

When I woke up the next morning, the video call had already ended.

The record shows that it ended at around 1 a.m.

It seems that even after I fell asleep, this person was still reminiscing about their childhood.

"Should I lull her to sleep or find a tree hollow?" she muttered to herself, amused, as she got up.

Mumu's usual morning greeting hasn't appeared yet, probably because she stayed up too late last night and is catching up on sleep.

Shen Zhaoyi got up, washed up, and was about to go downstairs when she received a message from Pei Yan—

"Sis, I'm heading towards the convoy."

It's not even nine o'clock yet.

So concerned?

Very motivated!
He's a competent and good "employee"!
【Hard.】

Once this matter is settled, just let me know what reward you want!

Pei Yan immediately replied with a panda emoji asking "Are you alright?", ignoring her joke and continuing with serious matters:

Don't forget to send the deposit to the small business owner.

Shen Zhaoyi remembered that there was such a thing.

She went back inside, closed the door, and activated the system.

"Has the payment we discussed yesterday been processed?"

[Host, please rest assured, the process is already underway. Please wait patiently.]

Shen Zhaoyi astutely grasped the key phrase, "Over there? Which side?"

The ball remained still for two seconds, then performed the same operation as before, disappearing completely.

Looking at her phone back on the home screen, she knew it wouldn't respond to her calls anytime soon.

However, I have a feeling that the source of the funds behind this is about to be found out.

But they were just one clue short of connecting the dots.

Calming herself, Shen Zhaoyi sent a reply to Pei Yan—

Don't worry, the money will arrive in your account shortly.

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