Small tits, he is a Yan Zhi anchor

I'm late.

Wu Queque was a little disappointed.

"Do you know that there are other places in Lincheng that recruit anchors?"

Song Wen's movement of tearing up the poster paused, he turned to look at Wu Queque, and his voice changed.

"Nan... is gone, this is the only family."

Song Wen's eyes brightened slightly, and he spoke firmly.

"Seeing how good-looking you are, I'll give you a chance to fill out the registration form."

Wu Queque followed him to fill out the entire registration form.

After Song Wen took the registration form and collected photos and other information for him, he smiled kindly.

"The interview starts at nine o'clock tomorrow morning, don't forget the time."

Wu Queque nodded and said "Thank you" to him two or three times before leaving Huan Le.

Song Wen happily watched him leave, and rushed upstairs with a file bag containing Wu Queque's information.

"I caught a good seedling!"

night.

The alley on Lincheng West Street was cold and dark, and Wu Queque squatted in a corner where no one was there. A few seconds later, a white light flashed that was hard to see with the naked eye, and the long-haired boy squatting in the corner had disappeared.

Not long after, a small tit, the size of an adult's palm, flapped its wings and flew into the air.

When filling out the registration form in the evening, Wu Queque suddenly remembered that every monster will have an identity in the human world after it takes human form, so that they can live in the human world in the future.

And it is the Demon Management Bureau that handles the identity information.

He couldn't go back to Buzhou Mountain for a while, so he could only ask the Demon Management Bureau to help bring some news to Buzhou Mountain's grandparents to avoid their worries.

Demon management bureaus generally have special aura signs.

Wu Queque followed her breath and stopped on a branch of a villa.

The aura of the Demon Control Bureau disappeared here.

Wu Queque looked around the villa carefully in disbelief, but there was no trace of breath.But the directions given by the left and right are pointing here.

Is it in the house?

Wu Queque hesitated for a moment, then flew into the villa along the open balcony on the second floor.

Once inside, Wu Queque knew that she had found the wrong place.

Because there is no evil spirit in it, only a faint human breath.

But before he left, a buzzing sound came.

Wu Queque was taken aback, her round eyes watched in amazement as the balcony glass door he came in closed automatically.

"Sir, Dongshanfang has sent a piece of your favorite bird home, which is dinner tonight."

"Ah."

Along with the voice, two footsteps, one light and one heavy, came.

Favorite bird?dinner?

Wu Queque's feathers exploded, this human actually eats birds!

Wu Queque fluttered her wings, looked at the closed doors left and right, hurriedly transformed into a human form, pushed open a door and hid in.

"Click-"

A slight switch sound resounded in the air.

Lu Xinghan stopped in his tracks, exchanged glances with the butler beside him, and stopped talking.

The villa was quiet, as if the still button had been pressed.

Lu Xinghan waited for a few seconds, waved the butler to stop, and walked up to the second floor alone.

What an unqualified intruder.

Lu Xinghan looked at the open master bedroom door with a cold expression on his face.

"Crack-"

There was a knock on the door.

Wu Queque hid in the closet, tightly clutching the suit that covered her, her heart pounding in her throat.

Lu Xinghan glanced at the whole room, and went straight to the only wardrobe where people could hide.

"Boom, boom, boom—"

The footsteps stopped in front of the closet.

Accompanied by the slight sound of the wooden boards opening and closing, a bright light passed through the opened gap and shone into the wardrobe.

Wu Queque closed her eyes tightly, her heart was beating like a drum, and even her fingertips trembled slightly due to nervousness. .

"Oh!"

The sound of the wooden door hitting the wooden boards sounded.

The closet door was fully flung open, and bright light rushed into the closet, illuminating everything inside.

Lu Xinghan stared at the wardrobe full of suits, and the traces of being nested in the depths of the wardrobe, his brows were tightly frowned.

People are gone.

"The height is about 1.7 meters five to 1.8 meters zero, and the weight is light..."

Lu Xinghan scanned the wrinkled sleeves of his suit in his closet, and continued talking to the caller.

"There are no fingerprints left at the scene, and they are good at making noises. They just broke in and didn't face each other head-on. For the time being, it can be ruled out as a killer..."

"Okay, I'm going to get the monitoring of the community for nearly a week."

The other side responded.

Lu Xinghan hung up the phone, turned and left the room.

The little tit nestled in the pocket of the suit let out a sigh of relief when he heard the sound of footsteps going away.

He flapped his wings and poked a round head out of his pocket.Quickly flap your wings and leave the room while no one is there.

It was almost discovered.

The balcony on the second floor was opened again at some point.

After Wu Queque flew out, she was completely relieved.

He will never come to this place again in the future.

After returning to the dilapidated small workshop on West Street, Wu Queque dared to return to human form.

The weather is fine tonight, the moonlight leaks from the roof, bright and majestic, Wu Queque is trying to absorb spiritual power while dozing off.

It didn't take long to fall into a dream.

In the dream, he was locked in an iron cage, and a strange but familiar voice rang in his ears repeatedly.

"Eat this little romping tit tonight, fried."

Wu Queque was startled awake, and it took her a while to realize that she was going to have an interview today.

The interview location is in the meeting room of Magic Music Company.

Wu Que Que was the first.

After walking in, the meeting room was quiet for a second or two, and all eyes in the meeting room fell on him.

Wu Queque keenly heard several discussions about his gender.

"Can you tell me about your other specialties besides appearance?"

After the self-introduction, the chief judge sitting in the middle couldn't wait to ask questions.

As far as this appearance is concerned, as long as there is one specialty and the requirements are not excessive, the contract will be stable.

"I can sing."

The chief judge frowned slightly, but quickly let go.

Although Huanle's most indispensable thing is good-looking brothers and sisters who sing and dance, but it's rare to look like this.

"Well, can you sing a lullaby?"

In recent years, more and more people suffer from insomnia, but very few can sing lullabies. There is a huge market for this.

Wu Queque paused, then shook her head slightly: "Not now."

Little Tit's talent is singing, and if he has enough spiritual power, he can cure insomnia.

Several judges frowned. Singing has no characteristics, and it is easy to attract black people based on their looks.

A judge sitting on the left asked again: "If you sign a contract, how long do you want to sign it for?"

Wu Queque raised a finger, "Is it okay for a year?"

Most of the judges frowned now.

One year is not enough for many anchors to start.There are quite a few anchors who have endured for three or four years and accumulated a large number of diehard fans before becoming popular.

If his only characteristic is good looks, signing is not worthwhile.Even if it is signed, only for one year, there may not be any agent willing to take him.

The atmosphere in the conference room suddenly froze.

The frowning eyes of the seven or eight judges glanced at Wu Queque from time to time, as if they were sizing up a difficult person.

A few minutes later, the chief judge showed regret, "Sorry, if you only want to sign for one year, we can't sign with you."

"So, two years?"

The meeting room was quiet, and the chief judge felt a little pity, and euphemistically said: "The company contract basically starts in three years."

Wu Queque lowered her eyes, just about to get up and leave.

A woman in a white suit stood up first on the opposite side.