Small tits, he is a Yan Zhi anchor

In the early morning, Wu Queque took Lu Xinghan's car to the company, and then hurried back to the dormitory. Before he got close to the door of the dormitory, he saw a black figure squatting at the door—dozing off non-stop.

"Wenxuan?"

After walking a few steps, Wu Queque could tell who was squatting at the door?

Wen Xuan heard the voice, raised his head mistyly, and saw Wu Queque suddenly awake.

"you--"

"Oh!"

Wu Queque looked at Wen Xuan who suddenly knelt down towards him in front of him, dumbfounded.

"you……"

"Ow—"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Wenxuan's cry of pain.

"You help me up."

Wenxuan's face twisted, and tears of pain were about to come out.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Wu Queque reached out and pulled him up, letting him lean against the wall.Then he let go, opened the door and entered the room.

Wen Xuan leaned against the wall, his legs were trembling, and he could barely walk:?

"Wu Que Que, is this how you treat me?"

His answer was, with a light but not negligible click, the door was shut.

"Wu Que Que!"

"Wu Que Que!"

Wen Xuan called several times but no one answered, the pain in both knees made him unbearable.

In the end, he sat at Wu Queque's door, crying and knocking on his door.

"Wu Que Que!"

"Do you have a heart?"

"You are such a vicious person!"

"Wu Que Que, did you hear me?"

"..."

Wen Xuan wiped away his tears, turned on his phone, looked through the address book, and called his manager.

"beep--"

The phone rang for two or three seconds before being hung up.

"Oh!"

Wen Xuan slammed down the phone and reached out to knock on Wu Queque's door again.

"If you don't care about me, I'm really going to die."

As he spoke, his hand knocked empty.

Looking up, the long-haired boy opened the door and stood at the door looking at him.

Unusual, there was no expression on his face.

"You take me to the hospital!"

Wenxuan's voice raised a few more degrees.

Wu Queque took a step back, knelt down and asked him, "You asked your fans to make trouble in my live broadcast room?" Although he didn't care, it couldn't be left alone.

A guilty conscience flashed across Wen Xuan's eyes, and his voice dropped.

"I didn't mention you again."

"guide?"

Wen Xuan stopped talking.

"Then why do you think I'll help you?"

Wen Xuan's eyes widened, and his red eyes were full of disbelief.

"You won't help me? I'm like this because of you."

Wu Queque was not very happy, "What does this have to do with me?"

Wen Xuan became confident, "If you didn't come home at night, can I wait all night?"

"You still lied to me, you said you don't have a backer, but you have the company's senior management as your backer!"

Wu Queque was speechless secretly, feeling that there was something wrong with Wenxuan's thinking.

"Are you sorry?"

He didn't want to break up with Wenxuan, so he asked directly.

Wenxuan was stunned for a second, and immediately retorted: "Why do you ask me to apologize? I don't apologize!"

"Then you stay here."

After Wu Queque finished speaking, she got up and went back to her room.

Wenxuan suddenly panicked, grabbed his trousers, and repeated: "You can't leave me alone."

Wu Queque stopped, turned around and met Shang Wenxuan's eyes.

The air was quiet for ten seconds.

"Sorry……"

An inaudible sound came along with the sound of the ambulance. Wu Queque's eyebrows and eyes were curved, and there was a bit of joy in her voice.

"The ambulance is coming."

Wen Xuan stared blankly at the closed door, not knowing whether it was anger or pain, his expression was slightly distorted.

Never speak next time.

After a delay with Wenxuan, when Wu Queque hurried to the company, Lu Xinghan was in a meeting.

After waiting for a while, Wu Queque returned to the elevator and went downstairs again.

When the elevator reached the first floor, he bumped into Ji Cha who came to the company.

"Ji Chacha!"

Ji Cha raised his eyes and saw a trace of surprise in Wu Queque's eyes.

"Come to the company so soon?"

Wu Queque nodded, and then listened to Ji Chadao: "Wenxuan looked for you last night, did you meet this morning?"

Wu Queque nodded with a calm expression.

Ji Cha was surprised. He paid attention to it for a while in the morning, and there was a lot of movement.

"not angry?"

"Nothing to be angry about."

Wu Queque told the truth, Wenxuan couldn't hinder him.And according to his words, he should have been warned yesterday.

It's just that he doesn't know who will help him behind the scenes, and he was mistaken for his backer.

Ji Cha laughed, "You have a gentle personality."

Wu Queque was still wondering who the person who helped him was, when she heard Ji Cha's words, she just smiled and shook her head.

Wenxuan has already paid the same price.

They monsters are the most particular about cause and effect.

Ji Cha stopped on the fifth floor. After Wu Queque said goodbye to him, he continued to follow the elevator upstairs.

"Ding ~"

The elevator stops on the eighth floor.

Wu Queque seemed to have sensed it, and immediately looked up, and saw Lu Xinghan walking into the elevator.

"Mr. Lu!"

Lu Xinghan nodded lightly, his eyes fell on the brightly lit 12th floor, he turned his head and asked, "Go to the top floor?"

Wu Queque nodded, "I want to find you."

Lu Xinghan's breathing was slightly suffocated, and the indifference built up overnight after thinking about it immediately broke his defenses.

He paused and heard Wu Queque say, "You were not there when I went there, so I went back to the elevator."

"why?"

After Lu Xinghan asked, his heart skipped a beat, and he felt some regret.

"Because I always met you in the elevator before."

Lu Xinghan's heart skipped half a beat, he raised his eyes, and his eyes fell on Wu Queque's curved peach blossom eyes, the hand hanging by his side tightened uncontrollably.

Small tits really don't know how to restrain themselves.

For a while, Lu Xinghan didn't dare to look at him, as if he would fall into an irreversible abyss if he looked at him more.

When Wu Queque sat down on the small sofa in the office again, Lu Xinghan realized that he didn't stop him.

Forget it, the little tit has a low face, what should I do if letting him leave hurts his self-esteem?

Find a reason to say no next time.

Lu Xinghan thought with a blank expression.

According to the answer in "How to Prevent Teens from Puppy Love", keeping a distance is an effective way to stop puppy love.

At this moment, Wu Queque is still thinking about who helped him, the company's top management...

Could it be Lu Xinghan?

"Mr. Lu, do you watch my live broadcast?"

Lu Xinghan paused while holding the pen, his eyes flashed, and he answered him.

"I saw it for the first time."

"Oh oh."

Wu Queque lowered her head again, subconsciously thinking that Lu Xinghan had only seen it for the first time.

Who would that be?

Wu Queque didn't think about this question until she had lunch and went live.

Wu Queque is already discussing with Ji Chacha about the joint live broadcast.Not surprisingly, this event should be the last live broadcast of the first round.

Wu Queque thought about turning on the live broadcast.

I thought Wenxuan's matter could come to an end, but I didn't expect that the live broadcast just started today, and the live broadcast room was not peaceful.

[with background speakers]

[There was a conflict just yesterday, today Xuanxuan asked for leave and cannot broadcast live]

[There must be a background]

【Shadow, get out of the magic music】

[Garbage anchor, what you said is so nice, don't mess with people]

【Speechless】

……

"what happened?"

Wu Queque saw a few familiar nicknames who were "struggling" and asked immediately.

【Wenxuan fans are making trouble again】

【Winxuan fans come to make trouble】

……

He answered in a flash on the barrage.

Wu Queque frowned lightly, Wenxuan should still be in the hospital, causing trouble again so soon?

There was chaos on the barrage.

Zhao Lin was startled when she opened the live broadcast room a few minutes later, and immediately reacted that something was wrong.

What happened yesterday, many people in the group were banned.How could there be so many people dancing today?

On closer inspection, there really wasn't a familiar nickname.

【Not a Wenxuan fan】

【Not a Wenxuan fan】

【Not a Wenxuan fan】

Zhao Lin swiped several posts, but they were all quickly submerged in a large number of barrages.

Is there so much right and wrong when being an anchor?

Wu Queque was a little distressed, and hadn't figured out how to comfort her fans when a golden system prompt suddenly appeared in the live broadcast room.

[lxh gave the anchor a flourishing fireworks~]

The barrage was instantly cleared, leaving only the gorgeous fireworks special effects on the screen.

Wu Queque was stunned, staring at the familiar nickname for a few seconds, wondering in her heart: Didn't the boss promise him not to use it?

Hmm... didn't you agree?

Taking advantage of the brief emptiness of the barrage in the live broadcast room, Zhao Lin hurriedly copied and pasted the words "not a fan of Wenxuan" several times.

This time it finally attracted attention.

[Lin Lin Lin Lin]: I used to be a Wenxuan fan, I can be sure that these people are not Wenxuan fans

……

[La la la]: Self-certification in front

[Lin Lin Lin Lin]: The fans who made a lot of noise in the group yesterday were all banned.

[Lin Lin Lin Lin]: If you want to prove yourself, you can poke me privately

……

While typing to contact the boss, Wu Queque asked, "Whose fan is that?"

After asking the question, the "war" on the bullet screen finally subsided a little.

Zhao Lin wept with joy, and after showing her self-testimony to fans one after another, only the trolls were left shouting and jumping on the barrage.

[Spring Stroke]: I was almost used as a gunman, this hatred is irreconcilable!

[Tomorrow is bad]: It's time to show the real technology

[Small shoulder bag]: Jimei wait for me, watch me as Sherlock Holmes Conan find out the real culprit

[Little Princess of Zhuzhu’s Family]: I’m not hiding anything, to be honest, everything on the Internet is under my control

……

The painting style on the barrage gradually went off.

Wu Queque can now understand some of their stalks, and she is overjoyed to watch them now.

"Don't worry, let's broadcast live first."

Lu Xinghan saw the message Wu Queque sent asking him, he moved his fingers, but didn't reply right away.

Some functions of the APP need to be improved.

A few minutes later, the painting style on the barrage went off again.

[Small Shoulder Bag]: Jimeis, I'm back, shit!

[Counting cherry blossoms]: Gan!

[Steamed buns]: Gan!

[Fishball Thick Noodles]:?

[Fish Ball Thick Noodles]: Oh!

……

[AAA]: Gan!Zhilu Wenxuan Weibo

Wu Queque followed the barrage guidance and opened Wenxuan Weibo.

Wenxuan: Don't cue if you're not familiar with it. @小六六

Wenxuan: Don't overthink someone, it's not helping you.