Small tits, he is a Yan Zhi anchor

"Did something happen?"

Lu Xinghan asked again.

Wu Queque paused, vaguely speaking.

"Just... some people write news indiscriminately."

Scribble news?

Lu Xinghan frowned slightly, "What news?"

"News with whom?"

With a bitter face, Wu Queque was the first to grab his clothes.

"Then you read it, you can't be unhappy."

Lu Xinghan nodded, and took his phone.

"Double actor to accompany the young anchor, true love is priceless, but the other party gets in a luxury car?"

Lu Xinghan's face darkened.

No need to think about it, this double actor refers to Bai Songyuan.

The luxury car...is a photo of Que Que getting out of his car earlier.

"You promise me you won't be unhappy."

Wu Queque snatched it from him and sued him.

Lu Xinghan immediately loosened his frown, and said nonchalantly, "I'm not unhappy."

"I'm just used to frowning."

Great.

Wu Queque put the mobile phone on Lu Xinghan's extended hand again.

"It's all fake."

The person who wrote this press release probably read a lot of goofy novels.

Eloquently analyzed a large article, and wrote a lingering love story.

The protagonist of the story: the innocent little anchor Wu Queque.

Supporting role 1: Mandatory Ai Duojin overbearing president - he (unnamed)

Supporting role 2: Double actor, bamboo horse bamboo horse - Bai Songyuan.

After Lu Xinghan read the entire article, almost all the comments below were insinuating, so he couldn't help but quit the news, turn off the screen, and put the phone back in Wu Queque's hand.

"Don't worry, the PR department will take care of it."

Lu Xinghan pressed Wu Queque's hand that was about to open the phone, and continued: "Don't look at the phone yet, Bo Songyuan fans are attacking indiscriminately, and the Internet is not very pleasant."

After finishing speaking, Lu Xinghan sighed again, and secretly put eye drops on Bai Songyuan.

"Meeting Bai Songyuan once, unexpectedly such a big thing can happen."

Just as Wu Queque nodded, Wu Yue's call came in.

It was similar to what Lu Xinghan told him, that he was told not to play with his mobile phone yet, and the PR department would handle it.

The bloody storm was probably even worse than the previous ones.

Wu Queque thought of the 99+ private message on Weibo that she hadn't had time to click on, so she silently checked her phone.

Don't make yourself unhappy.

Lu Xinghan rubbed the top of his head lightly.

Wu Queque hesitated for two seconds, letting go of his movements, but when he stopped, he muttered: "Move gently."

Lu Xinghan nodded, and couldn't help laughing.

When the little tit was a prototype, he paid special attention to his feathers, and he had to comb them well every night before going to bed.Now that she is in human form, she doesn't pay much attention to her long hair.

When the two of them returned, the public relations department had already lowered the news a lot, but within half an hour, it was pushed up again.

"Mr. Lu, someone has invited the navy."

The PR manager is trembling.

They all belong to the same company, and people with a little connection know that Wu Queque is the sweetheart of their immediate boss.

Lu Xinghan frowned, and just about to say something, he saw Wu Queque approaching him, looking at him with bright eyes.

"Keep pressing, find out who the other party is, and issue a lawyer's letter."

Lu Xinghan's voice involuntarily slowed down a bit.

After hanging up the phone, he asked, "What's the matter?"

Wu Queque raised the phone and motioned him to look at the screen.

"Abdominal muscles are the benchmark for men, and I want to exercise with you too."

On the screen was a strange gym leaflet, a half-naked man.

Lu Xinghan helped him turn off the screen and took the phone away.

"These pictures are unhealthy and not for you to look at."

"Exercising is tiring."

Lu Xinghan added.

Wu Queque suppressed her doubts, and her thoughts were quickly taken away by him.

"I can try."

Lu Xinghan also has abs, and he wants to have them too.

Lu Xinghan had no choice but to take him to the gym on the second floor.

As soon as Wen Xuan woke up, he saw the overwhelming news about the little anchors.

"Stand on two boats?"

Wenxuan was surprised, and saw three or four new Weibo posts after a brief refresh.

@周兰拉拉湖: Your circle is really chaotic.Begging some shameless young master to broadcast a book, I also want to be with the film king and the boss.

@足球油油: Shocked my face, it doesn’t take such a rubbish to rub the heat, right?A certain little anchor, if you want to be popular, you can sleep with whoever you want, but don't bring my brother, okay?

I really feel sorry for my brother, he is serious about preparing a new play, and he still has to be touched like this.

@白松原的的船: The chaos in the live broadcast circle and the entertainment circle is not a matter of a day or two.On the surface, she looks innocent and cute, with a well-behaved appearance, who would have thought that there is such a person behind her back?Garbage, scumbag, if there is a problem, go and fix it.I don't care if you cheat and turn into an octopus, as long as you don't bring my brother with you.

The more I talked, the more angry I became, I cursed a little host who touched my brother's door and was hit by a car to death, choked to death while drinking water, and fell to his death when he fell downstairs! ! !

Wenxuan sighed, this is quite vicious.

However, it is not a matter of a day or two for Bo Songyuan's fans to be strong.

Thinking of Wenxuan, he laughed again. At best, it is called strong fighting power. At worst, he is a mad dog, who will bite whoever he catches.

Bastard food, Du Wei and black fans, mixed together, no matter who is involved, it will be a mess.

He was also unlucky to have such a group of fans at the Baisongyuan booth.

However, people obviously don't care about these.

Wen Xuan thought about flipping through the pages, and suddenly saw a familiar name.

Wu Que Que.

Depend on!

Wen Xuan sat up straight for a second.

A certain shameless little anchor is equal to Wu Queque?

Is there something wrong with these people?

Wenxuan clicked on the entry, carefully flipped through it, and finally figured out the whole story.

but……

Wen Xuan frowned tightly, his expression revealing panic.

The picture that proves that Wu Queque and the unknown bully were together was taken by him.

The angles are all the same.

Although it is watermarked, it is instantly recognizable.

However, he didn't show this photo to anyone except Wu Queque.

Would he think it was my fault?

Wen Xuan's finger rested on the dial key, but he still dared not press it.

A few minutes later, he decided to adopt a roundabout policy, first using WeChat to see Wu Queque's attitude.

When Wenxuan sent the message, Wu Queque was running on the treadmill panting.

Lu Xinghan was doing push-ups on his side, occasionally urging him.

"Lu Xinghan..."

Wu Quequelei's voice was much lower and weaker, with a slightly hoarse voice, which sounded pitiful.

Lu Xinghan glanced at the time and saw that he had been running for more than 20 minutes, so he didn't continue to urge him.

"Stop when you're tired."

Wu Queque's legs were mechanically moving on the treadmill, her little face was flushed with heat, and even her eyelashes were wet, whether it was sweat or tears.

"I, I can't stop..."

Lu Xinghan got up and walked over, stretched out his arms like hugging a child, picked him up, and put him on the cushion for resting.

Wu Queque hugged his neck, gasping for breath.

If he didn't use spiritual power, he, a monster, would definitely not be able to beat Lu Xinghan.

Lu Xinghan let go of him, looked up at him, and saw the shining admiration in Wu Queque's eyes.

Terrible.

Lu Xinghan stretched out his hand to cover his eyes, afraid that he would lose control.

Wu Queque was so tired that she didn't want to talk, although she was puzzled, she didn't ask.

Lu Xinghan looked at the long-haired boy in front of him, sitting obediently on the cushion, his eyes were covered by him, and he didn't panic at all, with a completely trusting appearance.

"Finch"

Lu Xinghan possessed himself and kissed the back of his hand, and the words "I like you" lingered between his lips and teeth for a moment, before being forcefully pressed down by him.

"Ok?"

"fine."

Lu Xinghan stood up straight and let go of his hands.

"Buzz"

The phone that was set aside rang.

Lu Xinghan handed him the phone, and said softly, "Wait for me a while?"

"Uh-huh."

Wu Queque nodded, seeing Wenxuan's news.

To be honest, if Wenxuan hadn't said it, he would never have thought that Wenxuan would have taken that photo.

Wen Xuan: I didn't let it out, believe it or not.

A few minutes later, another one.

Wenxuan: The photos I took were only shown to you.

Wenxuan: Forget it, believe it or not, anyway, I've already said it.

Wu Que Que: Well, I believe you

Wen Xuan: That's good

"The other party has withdrawn a message"

Wen Xuan: Even if you have a little IQ

Wu Queque raised her eyebrows, feeling that Wenxuan was rather arrogant.

Ten seconds later, the other party sent a message.

Wenxuan: You don't care about the news on the Internet?

Wu Queque relaxed her body and lay down on the cushion.

Wu Queque: It's useless to control.

Wenxuan saw his reply with his mobile phone, and immediately wandered around the room a few times, feeling very angry.

Is Wu Queque not in a hurry?Wouldn't he be angry when those people scolded him?

Is he so Buddhist?

Did he not see how ugly what those people said?

Wenxuan dropped the phone, picked it up again a few seconds later, stared at Wu Queque's reply for a while, and then quickly uninstalled Weibo.

The emperor is not in a hurry, the eunuch is in a hurry, Wu Queque doesn't care why he is angry for him?

Don't watch it, don't care about him.

Seeing that Wenxuan didn't reply, Wu Queque quietly glanced at Lu Xinghan who was exercising, and quietly opened Weibo.

Sister Yue once said that if someone blackmailed him, it meant that he was about to become popular.

The facts seem to be about the same.

He now has close to 60 followers.

A steady stream of spiritual power poured in like a mighty river, and now that he was staying in Lu Xinghan's villa, his spiritual power would be automatically converted.

At this speed, at most two months, he will be able to fully store his original spiritual power.

The speed at which his spiritual power collapsed could not keep up with the speed at which he stored his spiritual power.

"Buzz"

Suddenly, the phone vibrated again.

Wu Queque shook her hand, quit Weibo in a panic, and almost hit her face with the phone.

"Lu Xinghan, your phone is ringing."

Lu Xinghan responded, "You pick it up for me."

"Oh~"

Wu Queque responded obediently and turned on the loudspeaker.

"Mr. Lu, Mr. Bai Songyuan plans to hold a press conference to clarify Mr. Wu's matter in half an hour."

Wu Queque got up again and came to Lu Xinghan's side, handing over the phone.

"I know, cooperate with him."

Lu Xinghan didn't answer the phone, but tilted his head slightly to reply.

Holding up her mobile phone, Wu Queque leaned closer to him again.

The conversation between the two people was very short and concise. After hanging up the phone, the conversation time did not exceed 3 minutes.

"Bye?"

"Ah."

Lu Xinghan responded, and when he looked up at him, he realized that the distance between the two was surprisingly close.

It seems that if you get closer, you can kiss the tip of his nose.

"Um……"

"I'm going to get a glass of water..."

Wu Queque leaned back a little in a panic, and quickly left the gym.

too close.

Wu Queque exhaled hot air and patted her face with cold water.

Lu Xinghan looks good even without glasses.

Half an hour later, Bai Songyuan appeared at the press conference on time.

"About today's live broadcast, I would like to clarify two points."

"First, the collision with Queque Live is completely accidental. Later, the studio will release evidence that I have appeared in the school in recent years. Solemnly declare: there is no intentional behavior of sending traffic."

As soon as the words fell, a reporter squeezed forward with a microphone and said, "Then how do you explain your relationship with Mr. Wu Queque? Just now you used the obviously intimate title of Queque, and as far as we know, You haven't used this intimate nickname with anyone before this."

"Excuse me, do you have any different feelings for Mr. Wu Queque?"

The author has something to say: Mr. Lu (turning off the live broadcast of the press conference): Queque, there is nothing to see, do you want to eat?

Queque: Ah...huh?good!

Eating is always the most effective way to divert the bird's attention!

QAQ, sorry, I'm short and I'm guilty.

Said that Riwan's cutie is embarrassing my fat tiger...

I will try to make more tomorrow! [Fist JPG]