The wealthy man who got married in a flash marriage can’t hide his wife’s vest anymore

The ancestor didn't notice anything strange about his grandson. After he sat down beside him with a serious look on his face, he pointed at the computer screen.

"How should I attract traffic to the anchor?"

Mr. Xie Ba, who began to feel grief brewing in his heart, said: "...?"

Anchor? Drive traffic?

Such words are certainly not uncommon in today's age of information explosion, but coming from the mouths of ancestors who used large fonts on their mobile phones, it is not surprising, but terrifying.

Mr. Xie Ba couldn't take a breath and almost suffocated to death.

I was shocked for three minutes, and finally came to my senses after my ancestor slapped me on the head.

Mr. Xie Ba looked at the screen expressionlessly, determined that no matter what kind of internet celebrity she was, he would make her disappear from the Internet tonight, just to preserve his grandfather's reputation in his later years.

What came into view was a slender hand without any decoration, except for a light green ring on the index finger, which made the hand look even longer and fairer.

After seeing the live broadcast content, Mr. Xie Ba breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out to be Chinese style painting.

Fortunately it's not a mess.

For these industrialists, live streaming is just a way for them to generate income, and they absolutely do not allow their own people to pay attention to this kind of thing.

Mr. Xie Ba decided to check on this anchor to see if there was anything wrong with her.

To be able to make a grandfather who is so serious that he never smiles at his juniors be so obsessed that he can even ask him in a gentle way how to attract traffic to others is already a level of obsession.

not to mention……

"Just drive traffic, don't give rewards, she's not someone you can insult with money!"

Mr. Xie Ba nodded and agreed on the surface, but secretly he was ready to dig deep to investigate all the eighteen generations of the anchor's ancestors.

When necessary, he will ask people to put pressure on the anchor and make her disappear from the online world.

Similar situations to the Xie family appeared in many aristocratic families, and Qingli was unknowingly 'attentioned' by various aristocratic families.

Although Qing Li's mental state was not good, he calmed down after immersing himself in the painting.

What about He Jiangyu and what about bullying and forced kisses, although they left a big psychological shadow on her, they were all forgotten at this moment.

She didn't notice that the number of people in her live broadcast room suddenly doubled.

From a fixed number of more than 30 people, it suddenly became more than 200 people, more than 500 people, more than 1,000 people, more than 3,000 people...

When Qing Li finished painting, the number of people in the live broadcast room exceeded 5,000.

Qingli was shocked when he saw this number of people, thinking that there was some bug, otherwise there would not be so many people.

The comment section, which has always been filled with "Qingqing my heart", is scrolling wildly, and it usually disappears after finishing a sentence.

Occasionally someone will give a reward, and it is always a small reward.

Qing Li was stunned for a while and realized that these five thousand people were actually living people. He was stuck for a moment and didn't know what to say.

Qing Li habitually showed all his paintings in front of the screen, and the barrage went faster.

Some praised it, some were surprised, some were confused, and some started scolding because they didn’t know what it meant.

Qingqing, my heart occasionally comes up with a sentence to refute those random curses, but they are quickly brushed aside.

Qing Li: [I didn’t expect there would be so many people in the live broadcast room. Thank you for your support. Today’s live broadcast ends here. 】

【? ? 】

[What’s going on with this anchor? He’s just starting to become popular and he’s going to end it? 】

[It was over just after I came in, and I saw a painting. What the hell? 】

[What kind of live broadcast is this? Why doesn’t the host show his face? 】

[The anchor shows his face and his voice is pretty good. If you don’t show your face, who will watch your live broadcast. 】

[When the anchor shows his face, we don’t look at the painting, we look at the face. 】

Qing Li was unmoved when he saw these comments and went off the air directly.

It's not that she is in a good mood, she just knows that there are many monsters and monsters on the Internet. If she gets angry with these people, it will not have any impact on them other than making herself angry.

Just because she is not angry does not mean that Mr. He is not angry, nor does it mean that the ancestors in the group are not angry.

So they began to teach their grandsons and juniors one after another, scolding them for what they had brought, and for humiliating Master Yuyan for nothing!

Then, the grandsons and younger generations even regarded 'Master Yuyan' as a crooked person. The ancestors who were bewitched were so protective that they were bound to get to the bottom of her.

Of course, the investigation was carried out secretly. When the ancestors were so obsessed, they did not dare to do it openly.

After Qing Li turned off the live broadcast, he turned around and found He Jiangyu standing at the door looking solemn.

Instinctively taking a half step back, she looked at him warily.

I don't know how long he stood at the door.

He Jiangyu's eyes fell on the light green ring on her index finger, and then he glanced around with a slight smile on his lips.

"No wonder..."

Qing Li didn't know what he meant. When she saw this man, she couldn't help but think of the forced entanglement last night. The feeling that penetrated into the bone marrow made her body heat up slightly.

This reaction was something Qing Li didn't expect, and a sense of shame surged into his heart.

Her red lips pursed into a straight line, Qing Li stood behind the table and looked at him without saying a word.

Seeing her like this, He Jiangyu's eyebrows relaxed, as if he felt a sense of joy.

Take pleasure in seeing her scared?

What a crazy pervert!

"What, do you want to sleep in this room tonight?"

"Ah."

"What if I don't allow it?"

"I don't want to sleep on the sofa." Qing Li lowered his eyes. Annoyed by his understatement of dominance.

"It's okay if you don't sleep on the sofa. I allow you to sleep on my bed."

Qing Li: "..."

Thank you so much, no need to!

She heard it and decided to either sleep on the sofa or his bed.

She really wanted to choose the third option, but she didn't have the ability.

The feeling of being controlled by others came back.

Unlike the first time when she committed suicide, this time she was filled with a sense of powerlessness.

Especially after she learned that the fields He Jiangyu was involved in covered almost most industries, and now it was beginning to penetrate into the pharmaceutical industry.

Qingli didn't want to confront him head-on.

A sigh meant that Qing Li had compromised.

"I know, I'll sleep on the sofa."

A nasal sound sounded, with a hint of mockery, "I changed my mind. You are my wife and you must sleep in the same bed with me."

Qing Li glared angrily, "Don't go too far!"

Seeing that her anger didn't seem fake, He Jiangyu raised his eyebrows, "Why, have you forgotten your brother's instructions?"

She was asked to be a good Mrs. He and climb into He Jiangyu's bed when necessary. It would be best to give him a son and a half.

"He is him, and I am me. We also made an agreement when we first received the license not to infringe on each other."

He Jiangyu looked indifferent, "Do you think an agreement can restrict me?"

Qing Li couldn't believe it.

After all, he looks like a human being, so why shouldn’t he be a human being?

He Jiangyu's domineering and slightly paranoid attitude made Qing Li feel a little depressed.

She thought that this contracted marriage would end soon, but now she has fallen into a situation beyond her control.

He Jiangyu suddenly changed the topic, "What's your live broadcast nickname?"