I Kissed Sadako at the Beginning of the Live Broadcast

"No, thanks!"

Ma Xiaoling's tone was extremely cold, if it wasn't for being unable to escape in the car, Ma Xiaoling didn't even want to see this face.

But Ye Wanmin in front of him seemed to ignore Ma Xiaoling's disgust, and continued to talk non-stop with his stinky mouth.

Lin Jiu, who was next to him, tore a yellow talisman in half, blocked his ears and closed his eyes to rest his mind.

Zhang Zewen, who was driving, even closed his ears and eyes, and only relied on his thoughts to check the road conditions.

Because there has been a saying in the Special Operations Bureau that if you know too much about the judge, there will be no good end.

Director Ye, who has suffered a lot, is the best example.

"Do you think this Huang Wenchang is sick? It's not appropriate to be a good rich second generation. What kind of live broadcast is he going to do, and he just wants to do supernatural live broadcast."

"Couldn't he want to go the same way as the judge!"

"Isn't it possible? The success of your honor, there are naturally countless people who want to imitate it. Are things like Huang Wenchang happening in China?"

"Especially after the battle of Bangkok, Your Honor, and the Special Operations Bureau being exposed to the public eye, this kind of thing is out of control."

"You are the deputy director of the Special Operations Bureau, don't tell me you don't know these things."

Wang Hao smacked his mouth and retracted his head back to his position.

"Of course I know, but I can't figure out why these people want to imitate the judge. If the judge had a choice, I believe he would not take this path."

Wang Hao's expression and tone seemed a little lonely.

Hearing about the judge, the spirits of several people immediately cheered up. Wang Zuer opened the memo on the phone and prepared to record it.

Lin Jiu silently took off the balls of paper in his ears, and Zhang Zewen quietly untied the thought force that closed his ears.

Ma Xiaoling's expression cheered up for a second, but soon she returned to the distaste just now, and then asked seemingly casually: "Really? You also know these things?"

Wang Hao nodded with a smile and said, "I do know a little about these things. Do you know the judge's real name?"

Speaking of this, Wang Zuer immediately raised his hand to answer.

"I know this. It is said that the judge's real name is Wang Hao."

"That's right, Wang Hao's nickname is actually Little Judge, to be precise, it should be Little Judge Stephen."

"This name is his pen name. His book friends like to call him Little Judge, so this nickname came about."

"The judge was originally an anchor and a novel writer. Because of some coincidences, he embarked on this path."

"You only know that Your Excellency was named a god in the battle of Bangkok, but you don't know how many crises of life and death he has gone through before to get to where he is today."

Accompanied by Wang Hao's slightly deep voice, everyone fell into a sad memory of their own.

Everyone here is an adult now.As an adult, who doesn't have a period of embarrassment.

Studio.

The hidden thief: "Tsk tsk! The little judge is getting more and more skilled at manipulating people's hearts. I feel that these people are going to be tortured crazy."

Long Sheng: "I agree with the above point of view. In the past, the little judge was simply making people suffer. Now it's all right, with all kinds of emotions and six desires. I guess they should come here again and again."

The little judge: "How many times have I told you, don't discuss it blatantly here, if someone sees it, it will be exposed."

"If it's really because of you, then you will have good fruit to eat."

Milky Radish at the Bottom of the Seine: "..."

gardener:"……"

That's right, the mood in the car was deliberately created by Wang Hao, how could their small actions escape Wang Hao's eyelids.

Even their mood swings were due to Wang Hao's red thoughts.As a demon in the heart, Wang Hao in red is not easy to communicate with people's emotions.

"That's why! No one is lucky, so don't imitate others. This kid got so many magical artifacts to protect himself when he was doing supernatural live broadcasts. Now he can't steal the chicken, so he is unlucky!"

Wang Hao's sudden voice scared everyone back from their memories!

Everyone: "..."

I really want to kill him!Such a beautiful memory was destroyed by this sand sculpture.