After returning to the apartment, Song Ci looked at Erhuang first.

But Erhuang, the **** of sleep, is indeed well-known as the **** of sleep, sleeping comfortably on the blanket in the cage.

The reserved dog food in the automatic feeding machine has been eaten, and it is indeed a dog that sleeps after eating.

Erhuang had finished eating dog food and went to bed, so Song Ci didn't need to worry anymore.

Holding the laptop, Song Ci is ready to see if there is anything else that guide wizard needs to improve.

Seeing that Song Ci was so diligent, Chu Rong took out his laptop and perfected the final functions of the live broadcast software.

The three-stage knockout matches will take four days, but this has little to do with them.

Because they are over.

Although they won't have any games in the next four days, there are still second and third teams in their team.

Do the live broadcast software well earlier, maybe it will give the second and third teams the opportunity to publicize.

Of course, it depends on fate.

If the second team and the third team have a game tomorrow, then it is probably out of play.

So it still depends on fate.

Song Ci checked the guide wizard he had set up yesterday and found that there was nothing wrong with it, so he put the computer on the coffee table, took off his shoe tray and sat on the sofa.

Holding a pillow in his hand, holding a mobile phone, I don't know what I'm doing.

Chu Rong sighed helplessly when he saw Song Ci's actions during his busy schedule, put down the computer and entered the room.

As soon as he came out of the room, he was holding a black blanket in his hand.

Song Ci kept his head down and stared at the phone, as if he hadn't noticed that Chu Rong had left and returned.

When the black blanket was on her lap, Song Ci raised his head and glanced at Chu Rong.

"What are you doing?!" Chu Rong put the blanket on Song Ci and asked casually.

He just asked casually. As for whether Song Ci would answer, Chu Rong didn't expect it.

After all, Chu Rong considers himself a good person and respects Song Ci. Song Ci has his own personal space, isn't it normal?

Well, Chu Rong is too dear to himself.

"Watching Weibo." Song Ci pointed the phone screen to Chu Rong and motioned to Chu Rong to look at her phone screen.

Chu Rong looked over, his face turned black.

What Song Ci read was on Weibo, but what about the big beauty on the screen? !

"You like it very much?!" Chu Rong's face was unclear, making it hard to tell what he was thinking.

"I like it." Song Ci smiled, she said she likes it because she likes to use Weibo on the sofa.

But Chu Rong was completely wrong.

His face is so dark that he feels that the good mood of kissing Song Ci today is gone.

"..."

After watching Song Ci in silence for a long time, Chu Rong suddenly sat aside and started the live broadcast software silently.

"What's wrong with you?!" Song Ci asked a little bit inexplicably, looking at Chu Rong, who was suddenly silent and with a particularly gloomy breath.

"It's okay." Chu Rong said lightly without turning his head to take a look.

Song Ci: "..."

Song Ci always felt a little strange, but seeing Chu Rong's fingers tapping on the keyboard with a serious expression on his face, he temporarily let go of this strange thought.

Continue to sit on the sofa and scan Weibo.

Chu Rong was typing on the keyboard with a serious expression on his face.

However, what Song Ci couldn't see was that it was not a live broadcast software interface at all on the computer, but a certain post.

Moreover, as time got longer and longer, Chu Rong's face became darker and darker.

Song Ci, the culprit on the side, was still staring at the phone screen.