Small tits, he is a Yan Zhi anchor

Bai Songyuan's smile remained unchanged, but there was a cold light in his eyes.

He stared at the reporter for a few seconds before ignoring him and continuing: "Second, I have a little connection with Que Que's ancestors. I treat him as my younger brother, so the relationship is naturally closer. There is no improper relationship such as gossip. .”

"I hope that some people with dirty thoughts will have a little self-knowledge, and stop showing your embarrassment and ignorance to others."

This was said without mercy.

The reporter's face was pale and his eyes were burning with anger, but he didn't dare to say anything.

In the end, he was still mixed in the crowd and left in despair.

Xu Shi saw that Bai Songyuan's face was not very good, and none of the reporters invited around him dared to ask Wu Queque related questions after he finished speaking.

The air was stagnant for a few seconds, and then it became hot again on Bai Songyuan's new play.

After the press conference was over, Wu Queque opened Weibo again, and the insulting comments had already been handled by Lu Xinghan.

The high-hanging trending search was replaced with #白松原气指#, followed by a black and red explosive word.

The water army behind the hot search was also found, but the person who bought the water army was an anonymous new account, and the IP address was also in a small remote Internet cafe.

"It's impossible to find out who it is." Lu Xinghan's expression darkened slightly.

Wu Queque pondered for a few seconds, thinking of what Wenxuan said to him, and said: "The photo was taken by Wenxuan, and it may have been leaked by people around Wenxuan."

He personally prefers Wenhuatian.

Lu Xinghan nodded, indicating that he understood.

"Leave the rest to me, don't think about it."

"The keywords for the third theme live broadcast are coming out soon, so prepare well."

Wu Queque responded and picked up her phone to check the company news.

The key word of the third theme live broadcast is food.

The difference between it and the previous two live broadcasts is that before the start of the live broadcast, an anchor will be randomly selected from the non-participants, and two people will assist in completing the live broadcast.

"Draw before the live broadcast?"

Wu Queque was puzzled, the time was too rushed and there was no time to prepare.

Still confused, Wu Yue's voice came over.

"This live broadcast still depends on luck."

"I've thought about it carefully. This kind of temporary random selection usually takes two forms."

"First, it is a joint live broadcast, the type of helping each other. If you draw a host who can cook, you can ask him to guide you in cooking."

"Second, PK live broadcast, the type of fighting in the ring. Two people cook the same meal together and PK each other."

Wu Queque paused, and after thinking for a few seconds, she asked her in a voice.

"What if neither of them can cook?"

"you will not?"

Wu Yue was surprised.

Wu Queque hesitated slightly: "Probably, maybe, there is a high probability that it won't..."

In addition to randomly selecting other anchors, the third live broadcast is also limited in time.

Divided by the current anchor popularity ranking, the top [-] will start live broadcast on the first day.

There is very little time to prepare.

Wu Queque temporarily found a few cooking videos, and after harming Lu Xinghan's kitchen, she finally confirmed the fact that she is a kitchen waste.

10:[-] p.m., [-] minutes before the live broadcast.

On the computer screen, the random lottery kept changing, and after dozens of seconds, it stopped at a familiar nickname.

Wenxuan.

Can Wenxuan cook?

Wu Queque quickly took out her mobile phone and called him.

"Can you cook?"

As soon as the phone was connected, the two asked in unison.

After a few seconds of eerie silence, the two confirmed each other's identity as "Kitchen Waste".

"What should I do?"

"Grit your teeth, order takeaway if you can't."

Wu Queque thought for a few seconds, and then said: "Eating and broadcasting should also be quite delicious."

at noon.

"Good afternoon everyone~"

"The theme of today's live broadcast is food, and this time I have a live broadcast partner~"

Wu Queque said that she accepted the joint live broadcast invitation, and Wen Xuan's face appeared on the other side of the screen.

[How is Queque...? 】

【? ? ? 】

[The scene of the Shura field? 】

[Surprised, why did Que Que live together with him? 】

[Damn, is this the rhythm of things? 】

……

Wu Queque glanced at the barrage of doubts, and was stunned for a second before recalling that the public's impression of them still remained in that small fan war.

"Our relationship is actually okay."

As soon as Wu Queque finished speaking, she heard Wen Xuan's slightly distraught voice.

"I'm not good friends with him!"

【Oh Excuse】

[Embarrassed, I used my toes to dig out a room and three living rooms]

【Is it so exciting when you come up】

【What is Wenxuan doing?Have no eyesight at all? 】

Wu Queque raised her eyes to look over, and looked at Wen Xuan, and saw that the other party looked away.

"Okay, the theme of our live broadcast today is food, and I plan to cook for everyone."

"Can you guess what I'm best at?"

Wu Queque said and turned the camera to the kitchen.

Lu Xinghan couldn't help laughing at the pile of dish names on the barrage.

The little tits also learned to dig holes.

"I really don't know the eight major cuisines, so I will keep it simple."

"Today I'll make fried rice with eggs, fried poached eggs and fried vegetables for everyone."

【It's all simple】

【I want to take back my sweet and sour pork ribs】

[I feel that I have seen the brightness of Queque's culinary skills]

【Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha】

[No way, the last time the bird was live broadcast, it was proficient at cutting vegetables]

On the other hand, Wenxuan also announced to his fans the dishes he planned to cook.

Scrambled eggs with tomatoes, fried poached eggs, fried vegetables.

"First make the fried poached eggs."

Wu Queque looked at Wen Xuan across the screen, pretending to be calm.

"The first step of frying a poached egg is to add a little oil!"

【Depend on】

【Scared me】

[Why did the sparrow's voice suddenly become louder?]

[Cheer up for yourself? 】

However, Wen Xuan received the signal from him in seconds, picked up the oil pot at hand, and poured down a large puddle of oil.

Wu Queque's eyes widened, looking at the oil in his pot which was nearly one centimeter thick, he hesitated to pour it in as well.

Wenxuan's cooking skills should be a little higher than his.

[Queque, how many poached eggs are you going to fry? 】

【There is too much sparrow oil】

[Good guy, are you so proud? 】

【Queque exposes herself】

Is there too much?

Wu Queque carefully looked at the barrage, and then aimed at Wenxuan on the other side.

What to do now?

I do not know either.

OK.

Wu Queque frowned angrily, and decided to use a spoon to take out some of the oil for later use.

After tossing and tossing for about five or six minutes, it was finally possible to heat the oil in the pan.

"Buzz"

The sound of power operation sounded, and Wu Queque couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

He quickly recalled the steps of frying eggs that he had memorized, and raised his voice: "When the oil temperature rises to an appropriate temperature, crack an egg into the pan and add a little salt."

"When the eggs are half solidified, turn them over evenly. When the eggs are slightly browned on the outside, you can turn off the heat and take them out of the pot."

The oil heated up very quickly, almost as soon as Wu Queque finished speaking, the oil in the pot began to smoke.

"Thorn-"

Wu Queque quickly opened an egg and threw it into the pot.

After more than ten seconds, the thick smoke dissipated, and Wu Queque realized that he had also thrown half an eggshell into the pot.

"Hahaha"

Wen Xuan laughed unceremoniously.

Wu Queque turned off the fire, looked into his pot, and smiled immediately.

"You are burnt, what right do you have to laugh at me?"

Wen Xuan lowered his head, and sure enough, he saw the half-black poached eggs in his pot.

The two of them looked at each other, but they didn't speak any more, and concentrated on dealing with the mess.

[Why do you feel that something is wrong with the two of you? 】

[Add one in front, I thought it was my illusion]

【Squeeze Invincible】

【Hahahaha I laughed so hard, Queque's movements are too skilled too】

[Queque, tell me frankly, how many messes have you dealt with? 】

The oil just taken out just came in handy, Wu Queque learned the lesson from the first time, first beat the eggs and put them in a bowl.

Only when everything is ready can the fire be heated.

As a result, it was fried and overturned again.

……

After the car overturned twice in a row, the supernatural fans and netizens began to give him advice.

[Hot pan and cold oil are not easy to fry]

[You can add a small amount of salt to the oil to taste]

[Don't wait until the oil smokes before putting it in]

……

"Keep the fire down."

Wen Xuan, who didn't continue after the first overturn, also made suggestions to him.

"I suspected that the recipe you were looking for was wrong, so I looked for it again."

"What? Can't you?"

Wu Queque nodded perfunctorily and replied to him. "As long as you like it."

Wenxuan was so angry that he decided to fry a poached egg to show Wu Queque.

So, a few minutes later, Wu Queque saw fire emanating from the pot in Wenxuan's house.

After frantically covering the pot and turning off the fire, Wu Queque was overjoyed to see it.

Ok……

In such a comparison, my fried paste is not unacceptable.

[widely afraid]

【Real Kitchen Killer】

【Fire is a small scene】

[Watson, I found a blind spot]

[Sisters in front, please speak]

[Based on what Wenxuan said just now, is Queque suddenly calling out the recipe aloud to remind Wenxuan? 】

【Oh, Watson, you found your blind spot】

……

After the two of them overturned the car for the first time, they finally decided to give up frying poached eggs.

The ghost knows why they all follow the steps and pay attention to the precautions, but weird things always happen.

Frying is a small scene, and it is not uncommon for the pot to catch fire.

Turning over the pot and frying the kitchen have become normal operations, but Wu Queque never thought that the frying spatula would suddenly break.

Wu Queque took the half frying shovel left in her hand and turned off the fire angrily.

【Hahahahahaha】

【Forgive my unkind smile】

[Fried poached eggs are the ceiling of sparrow cooking]

【Queque is best at nothing at all】

【This luck is really extreme】

[I have encountered all kinds of situations of overturning the car]

[Gourmet area blogger, I will never complain about my bad luck and always overturning]

……

"Looks like I can't do it today. I've ordered takeaway, and I'll show you how to eat and broadcast."

Wu Queque decisively left the kitchen and came to the restaurant.

The restaurant has already prepared some takeaways, including cola fried chicken milk tea, ice cream dessert fried skewers, and some other things.

【so much】

【Do sparrows eat so much?】

【Queque knows that he will overturn, so he ordered takeaway early】

Wu Queque was also very surprised that the takeaway was in the restaurant, and in a moment of panic, she knew that the butler brought it in for him.

Fortunately.

Lu Xinghan didn't come back.

Wu Queque breathed a sigh of relief, before she was completely relieved, she suddenly remembered that Lu Xinghan said last time that he was watching his live broadcast.

Oops!

Before Wu Queque had time to change the camera, the phone vibrated.

Lu Xinghan: Exercise with me at night

Great.

Wu Queque was like an eggplant beaten by frost, and instantly wilted.

He really wanted to run up to Lu Xinghan and confess his identity to him right now, he is a monster, a monster!

It doesn't matter how much of these foods you eat.

But not.

Seeing his listless look, Lu Xinghan couldn't help curling his lips.

【how? 】

【Did something happen】

【Whose news】

……

Wu Queque scanned the barrage, didn't answer the barrage's question, just opened the packing bag, and said vaguely: "It's nothing, I'm starting."

On the other side, Wenxuan had just ordered takeaway, when he looked up and found that Wu Queque was already eating, he couldn't help being shocked.

"Why are you so fast?"

Wu Queque took a bite of the chicken leg that was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and smiled at him.

"Delicious, very fragrant, and the meat is very tender."

Wenxuan:!

angry!He is also hungry.

"You don't even call me when you order takeaway."

Wu Queque paused slightly, blinked her eyes, "I thought you could succeed."

How could he have imagined that Wenxuan was as useless as him.

【Hahaha】

There was a lot of laughter on the bullet screen, and Wu Queque described the feeling to the fans in detail while eating.

"This smells so good, as soon as the lid is opened, the aroma wafts out."

"The aroma of chili mixed with the aroma of sesame..."

【Woooooooooooo sucking】

【Order takeaway hehe】

[Same takeaway get]

……

Suddenly, a discordant voice appeared on the barrage.

[Is the anchor the Holy Father?I endured it for a long time, and finally couldn't bear it any longer]

[Non-bar, if you argue with me, you are right. 】

【Last time, I had such a fierce fight with Wenxuan, and now you look like a good friend again. You are also a big anchor with hundreds of thousands of fans. Is it necessary to rush to lick the world like this】

……

Before Wu Queque noticed, the fans exploded first.

[Black question mark JPG]

[Is there something wrong with the front? 】

[Who am I talking about?Can Baijia fans show some face?You have clarified the steaming and cooking in your house, so why come to Que Que to dance around? 】

[That's right, I'm not happy to find your house to cook, what are you doing here]

Wu Queque stared wide-eyed, took a sip of the soup, and asked the fans, "What are you steaming?"

"Spicy?"

【Ha ha ha ha】

【Ye Qinghui】

【The scene of the long-lost sparrow bewilderment】

……

[It is boiled spicy soup]

[Nonsense in the front, it is obviously cooking Oden]

The person who provoked the trouble was quickly suppressed, and he couldn't even see a shadow.

Since you can't make trouble in Wu Que Que's live broadcast room, the person who made trouble appeared again in Wenxuan's live broadcast room next door.

[Baibo Baisongyuan]: Is there something wrong with Wu Queque? Before, she connived at the fans to come to the live broadcast room to make trouble, but now she pretends to be a good friend. Who should she be?

Wen Xuan was bored watching the bullet screen waiting for takeaway, when he saw this, his whole body exploded like a firecracker.

"Oh, I don't know who you love, I only know that you love me very much."

"Do you need to intervene in the matter between me and Wu Queque? Whether I hate him or like him, it's not your turn to talk about it."

"Say more."

Wen Xuan paused, and then said: "Who said I am not friends with him?"

【stupid……】

[Hahahahaha comfortable! 】

[For the first time, I found out that the anchor I followed was of a naive attribute]

【Xuanxuan, it was you who said (dog head) to save your life】

[Xuanxuan: Nonsense, I didn’t say it, every minute I’m a new me]

……

When Wu Queque heard the voice, she was not surprised that Wenxuan would defend him.

Seeing his atmosphere, he took the initiative to change the subject.

"Has your takeaway arrived yet?"

"almost."

Wen Xuan glanced at his phone and answered.

As soon as the voice fell, the phone rang.

Wenxuan stood up quickly, and quickly left the live broadcast area to get takeaway.

After waiting for a few minutes, he came back again, but his face was not very good.

"how?"

Wu Queque took a sip of the happy water and asked him while holding her chin.

"fine."

Wenxuan shook his head, distracted while unpacking the takeaway.

The delivery man was an uncle who was very enthusiastic because his son is a fan of Wenxuan.

When Wenxuan signed the autograph, he heard him rambling that his son wanted to be admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts.

The reason is that I want to draw Wenxuan.

He also wants to test...

Wenxuan opened the takeaway, covered the mouth of the bag, and smiled at the camera: "Guess what takeaway I ordered?"

Nothing to think about.

The live broadcast ended quickly, because the two people tried to overturn the car one after another, which was delayed for a long time.

Not long after the live broadcast was turned off, the housekeeper came in from the outside and asked softly, "Has Que Que ended the live broadcast?"

"Hmm."

Wu Queque nodded quickly, and began to tidy up the mess on the table.

The housekeeper came over to help him, "Sir, you know you will be angry."

Wu Queque's face collapsed, and she sighed heavily.

"He already knew."

Thinking of the miserable life in the gym tonight, Wu Queque had the idea of ​​turning into a prototype to escape.

He shouldn't, he shouldn't have seen that gym advertisement, he shouldn't have become interested in abs, and he shouldn't have told Lu Xinghan that he wanted to exercise with him.

Going round and round, the cause I planted, the bitter fruit I borne...

Well, it's not exactly a bitter fruit.

Watching Lu Xinghan exercising in the gym is still very interesting.

In the afternoon, on the way to Lu Xinghan's office, Wu Queque suddenly received a call from Wenxuan.

It was called by a stranger.

"Hello, is this Wenxuan's friend? He was drunk in our bar, please come and pick him up."

Wu Queque was surprised, why did she call herself, and after asking, she found out that there were only two numbers stored in Wei Wenxuan's cell phone.

The other number doesn't work.

When Wu Queque arrived at the bar, Wen Xuan was in a daze with a flushed face holding the wine bottle.

Unexpectedly, he usually looks quite arrogant, but he is surprisingly quiet when he is drunk.

The call was from the bartender.

Wu Queque thanked the bartender earnestly, and was about to help Wenxuan to leave when someone stopped him suddenly.

"Little guy, why are you here?"

"Good children will be eaten here~"

Wu Queque raised her eyes and saw an extremely beautiful woman standing in front of him.

She is the sister of Lincheng Huanle: Shangguan Che.

"Miss Shangguan."

They met each other at the meeting before, Wu Queque recognized each other in a second.

Shangguan Che smiled and brought the cup to him, "Have a drink?"

Wu Queque shook her head, and when she turned around, she saw a familiar little boy standing beside Shangguan Che.

It was the cool little boy I met at the Lincheng Demon Management Bureau before.

"My brother, Shangguanzhou, how is it?"

Wu Queque widened her eyes in surprise, "Your brother?"

Shangguan Che nodded, before he could speak, he heard Shangguan Zhou beside him say coldly: "He has seen me and knows my identity."

Shangguan Che's expression froze, he didn't expect to overturn his car here.

Wu Queque suddenly realized that Shangguan Che was also a monster, so he said why he always felt a little familiar with her?

The identity was exposed by accident, and Shangguan Che didn't want to continue pretending to be a human being to tease the little monster. He just waved his hands and said melancholy, "Goodbye?"

"Goodbye."

After sending Wenxuan back to the dormitory, Wu Queque was about to leave when Wenxuan suddenly grabbed him and said with a smile, "Let me draw for you."

After finishing speaking, regardless of Wu Queque's opinion, he forcefully pushed him to the seat and sat down. He pawed under the bed for a while and pulled out a large storage box.

The storage box was covered with thick dust, and inside were paper and brushes.

Wu Queque had no choice but to send a message to explain to Lu Xinghan that they agreed to accompany him on a business trip, eat, and go to the aquarium before negotiating with him.

Wen Xuan was seriously drawing pictures for Wu Queque, and Wu Queque began to think about the business trip with Lu Xinghan.

Although, there is still one day before the business trip.

Halfway through the painting, Wen Xuan suddenly turned the easel around and showed Wu Queque the result of his painting.

The draft of the characters has been basically finished, and the lines are smooth.

It can be seen that Wenxuan's painting level is not low.

"The line draft is beautiful."

Wu Queque didn't know much about painting, so after thinking for a few seconds, she simply boasted.

Wenxuan was dazed for a few seconds, then turned back to the drawing board and continued drawing in a daze.

Just when Wu Queque was going to search on Baidu for references on business trip luggage, he suddenly heard Wenxuan say quietly: "He also said so."

he?

In the quiet dormitory, it was hard not to feel weird.

But the next second, the weird atmosphere was broken by Wenxuan himself.

He put down his brush and wandered around the room.

While wandering around, he muttered: "I also want to paint, and I also want to go to the Academy of Fine Arts."

The voices became louder and louder.

Wu Queque looked at him in confusion, and replied while he was resting.

"Then go up."

Wen Xuan was slightly stunned, and raised his eyes to look at him, the drunkenness still in his eyes.

"Go up if you want to."

Wu Queque repeated again.

Wenxuan thought for a while, turned on his phone, and started counting his balance.

"One, ten, one hundred, one thousand, ten thousand, one hundred thousand, one million..."

Wenxuan became excited, he looked at Wu Queque and said with a smile: "Then I will go to the Academy of Fine Arts."

After finishing speaking, he fell asleep.

Wu Queque was dazed for a second or two, and after confirming that Wenxuan really fell asleep, she had no choice but to close the door for him and rushed to the company.

When he reached the top floor, Lu Xinghan was on the phone.

Wu Queque walked in softly, sat on the small sofa and heard Lu Xinghan say, "Go back in half a month."

go back?

Wu Queque's heart trembled, and she immediately recalled that Lu Xinghan was the president of Huan Le, and Huan Le's headquarters were in the capital.

Lincheng is just a branch office.

Lu Xinghan is going back, there is still half a month left.

The sudden news, like a mountain, weighed heavily on Wu Que Que's heart.

"Finch?"

Lu Xinghan raised his volume, calling back the thoughts of the young man who was distracted.

"how?"

Wu Queque withdrew her thoughts and pretended to ask casually.

But his acting skills are really not very good, anyone with eyes can see it with a bad complexion.

"how?"

Lu Xinghan asked him back.

Wu Queque hesitated for a few seconds, looked at Lu Xinghan with gentleness and concern, and blurted out what she wanted to ask.

"Can you take me with you when you go back?"

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Wu Queque quickly refuted.

"Ah, no."

"I mean, when are you going back?"

half a month later.

Wu Queque replied silently in her heart, feeling even worse.

"can."

Lu Xinghan replied.

Wu Queque froze for a second before realizing that he was answering his first question.

He raised his eyes quickly, met Lu Xinghan's affirmative gaze, and for a moment, his heavy heart seemed to step on a cloud and float up again.

"Although you can't take other people back, you can take—"

Before he finished speaking, Lu Zeyu's voice sounded with the sound of pushing the door.

"Brother, your birthday is coming soon."

Lu Xinghan looked at Lu Zeyu, who opened the door and came in, and gave him wild winks, his face darkened, and he silently swallowed the "object back" behind him.

The author has something to say: Lu Zeyu (confused): Why didn't my brother act according to the agreed script?He doesn't speak, how can Que Que know his birthday?

Mr. Lu: Don't ask, you will regret it if you ask.

Six thousand today!Is it great?

But the busy workday is approaching again...

(Whispering: Riwan didn't succeed...)