Small tits, he is a Yan Zhi anchor

"Need not."

Lu Xinghan put down his pen and continued, "Make an appointment with Dr. Sit."

He Feng nodded, took the phone and left the office.

Seeing Wu Queque's dejected appearance, Wu Yue couldn't help laughing.

When does a newcomer come to the company and don't want to meet Mr. Lu?He was the only one who lost his face when he heard that they might meet.

Thinking about it, another guess appeared in Wu Yue's mind.

"You and Mr. Lu have conflicts?"

Wu Queque shook his head hesitantly, and said vaguely: "It doesn't count, mainly because I am timid." I am afraid of being eaten.

Doesn't sound like a story.

Wu Yue didn't continue to ask, but just comforted him.

"Boss Lu basically doesn't participate in such activities, and the possibility of him coming is very small."

Wu Queque nodded, cheered up and finally confirmed the follow-up work with Wu Yue, and returned to the staff dormitory of Huanle.

He lives on the third floor, room 302 on the third floor.

The house is very dry and quiet, with a separate bathroom and an open cubicle about four square meters, which is used for live broadcasting.

Wu Queque closed the door and couldn't help but threw herself on the soft bed to rub herself.

The long-lost bed!

"Dididu—"

The mobile phone rang a short message notification tone, which came from Wu Yue.

【Wu Yue】Add the company group

【Wu Yue】Share files

[Wu Yue] Here are some regulations of the company, please read carefully

Wu Queque clicked on the file, and the first thing that bears the brunt of it is that employees who come to the company must wear neat and formal attire.

Here's a big section that's not allowed:

No revealing clothing, no casual clothing, no...

Wu Queque skimmed the past, her eyes stopped at the last bold line.

Violation of the regulations, [-] wages were deducted at a time.

Two, two hundred...?

Wu Queque nervously squeezed the 200 yuan in her pocket, and recalled what Lu Xinghan said to him before leaving the elevator.

If the two hundred is deducted, he will only have [-] yuan left for dinner in his mobile phone.

Fortunately, I bought myself a suit today.

"Dong dong dong..."

There was a knock on the door.

Wu Queque rubbed her face, forgot about the wage deduction, got up and went to open the door.

Standing outside the door was a tall young man with short hair, wearing a light gray Hong Kong-style T-shirt, holding an exquisite dessert in his hand.

After seeing Wu Queque, a slightly enthusiastic smile appeared on his face immediately.

"Hi, I'm your neighbor, my name is Ji Cha."

Ji Cha is also the anchor of Magic Music, and joined the company a few months earlier than Wu Queque.

"I'm a foodie. I usually make desserts and food for everyone during the live broadcast."

Ji Cha sat on a chair and pushed the dessert to Wu Queque.

"Try it?"

Wu Queque nodded vigorously, carefully took a part of the matcha mille-feuille with a fork, and put it into her mouth.

The fragrance of matcha and the sweetness of the cake are perfectly blended together, the mouth is dense, sweet but not greasy.

Wu Queque couldn't help but her eyes lit up, she leaned forward excitedly and took a big piece into her mouth.

"too delicious."

Hearing this, Ji Cha couldn't help showing two cute little canine teeth.

Seeing his smile, Wu Queque couldn't help pursing her lips to reveal two dimples.

He is so cute.

Two people thought.

By the time a dessert was finished, the two had already exchanged contact information.

"Is there anyone else in the staff dormitory besides you?"

Wu Queque propped her face, a little curious.When I first went upstairs, almost most of the houses were locked.

Ji Cha paused and lowered his voice a little.

"return--"

"Bam—"

Before he could finish speaking, there was a loud slam of the door.

Considering the difference in the live broadcast time of the anchor, the sound insulation effect of the staff dormitory of Huanle is very good.Close the door and play DJ dance music, and the neighbors can't hear it.But the sound of closing the door so violently just now is enough to show how hard the person closing the door is.

Ji Cha shrugged slightly, showing a hint of helplessness.

"Besides us, there are two anchors."

"The anchor who just closed is called Fu Xing. He is in the game area. He is very good at playing games. It has only been on the air for a month, and he already has [-] fans."

"Personality, in fact, is not bad. I don't seem to like talking too much..."

Wu Queque nodded, looked at him seriously, and waited for him to introduce the next one.

"There's another one named Wenxuan. Like you, he's from the vocal music section."

"he……"

Ji Cha paused for a while, as if thinking of a suitable adjective.

"He's from a good family, signed with the same batch as you, and came to the dormitory in the morning."

"The family is very good, why do you want to come to the dormitory?"

Wu Queque was puzzled.

Ji Cha didn't speak, and after a few seconds of silence, he said in a low voice: "I accidentally heard him calling someone, saying he wanted to get closer with someone."

"I heard that the boss' brother also has a room in the dormitory."

Ji Cha added.

Wu Queque nodded vaguely, without asking further questions.

Season tea is usually broadcast live during dinner.

Wu Queque didn't chat with him for too long, so she sent him back and visited his house by the way.When he left, he also took a few desserts he made.

The Magic Music official card released some data cards of the newly joined anchors at six o'clock in the evening.

A total of eight.

Wu Queque's information is in the middle and back, not prominent or conspicuous.

only……

Wu Queque frowned slightly as she looked at the blurred photo of herself on the information card.

Among so many people, he was the only one whose photo was blurred.It doesn't look like a coincidence.

At the same time, Wu Yue also rushed to the PR department angrily.

Queque's data card was made by himself, and it is obvious that someone has tampered with it now that it is pasted like this.

"Reissue, or replace Wu Que Que's data card."

The clerk in the public relations department looked at Wu Yue, who was pressing forcefully in front of him, and said haha ​​with a wry smile on his face.

"This, it's not very good, it seems that he is too prominent, easy to recruit black..."

"Besides, this... Weibo was posted by the manager, and I don't dare to change it..."

Wu Yue laughed back in anger, and threatened him: "Boss Lu doesn't like such tricks."

The clerk looked embarrassed, and before he could speak, another voice came from not far away.

"Hey, isn't this Assistant Wu? Long time no see, long time no see."

A fat man in a gray suit came over with a smile on his belly.

The clerk who was threatened by Wu Yue immediately stood up and called out "manager" in a low voice.

In fact, if he didn't shout, Wu Yue knew who it was.

Although she hasn't brought in new people in the company for more than a year, she still has the information gathering ability and news sensitivity that she should have.

She knew that this manager, Wen Huaming, was Wen Huatian's cousin who had always been at odds with her.

This incident has nothing to do with Wen Huatian.

I heard that he also brought a newcomer this time.

Wu Yue calmed down and didn't intend to waste his time talking, so he walked out of the PR department and stopped in front of the elevator.

However, Wen Huaming was unwilling to let her leave so simply, so he quickened his pace to catch up with her and said, "Assistant Wu is treating the company as it was a year ago? Xue Yigang has already been transferred back to the headquarters, how can Boss Lu have time to talk to you? "

Wu Yue didn't speak, stepped into the elevator with high heels and shut Wen Huaming out.

In fact, Wen Huaming was right, the current president of the company was not the Xue Yigang she was familiar with, and she was actually not sure that she would be able to meet Mr. Lu.

But she was never one to give up easily.

"Boom boom boom——"

There was a knock on the door outside the office.

Tens of seconds later, assistant He Feng walked out from the next door.

"Sorry, the president is busy now, please don't disturb."