Small tits, he is a Yan Zhi anchor

"Hello."

After introducing himself, Lu Xinghan quickly got to the point.

"I would like to ask you to help find the traces of Bu Zhoushan, 3000 yuan a month for half a year, if found, a reward of 100 million."

Wang Jiu was so clever that his legs stopped shaking immediately.

Let me be darling, 100 million, is that much?

"If you don't think it's suitable, the price can be negotiated."

Seeing that he didn't speak, Lu Xinghan added.

Wang Jiu shook his head quickly, "It's suitable, very suitable."

It was a windfall!

Lu Xinghan took out a sensor stone and put it on the table, "I hope you can keep this matter a secret."

Wang Jiu nodded fiercely. He is not stupid. How could he tell other people about such a great thing?

Do you want them to compete with you for a job?

impossible!

After leaving Huanle Company, Wang Jiucai gradually recovered from his excitement.

Huan Le's Mr. Lu is also a monster?

What about Wu Que Que?He contacted himself, is he also a monster?

Wang Jiu rubbed his short-shaved hair, not thinking too much.

As long as he has money to take, whether he is a monster or not has nothing to do with him.

Live villa.

"It's time to eat."

Wearing an apron, Dong Baijing came out of the kitchen, his face full of excitement.

"Taste my craft!"

Dong Baijing cooked the few dishes he had prepared, and they tasted good, and the braised pork ribs did not overturn.

Wu Queque gave him a thumbs up and praised: "It's great!"

Surrey followed suit.

Dong Baijing became proud, flicked the bangs that covered his eyes, and said with a smile: "Of course, don't you look at who I am?"

"Please call me the new Master Chef."

The atmosphere was cheerful, and Du laughed too.

In the evening, after packing everything up, the four sat on the sofa and chatted.

Du didn't take aim at Wu Queque anymore, he just smiled gently and occasionally responded with a few words.

Neither stands out nor appears overly silent.

Su Li wanted to help Wu Que Que win fans, so he took the initiative to ask, "Sing Que Que a song?"

Dong Baijing clapped his hands and said excitedly: "That's good, I'll get the guitar and play the accompaniment for you."

It was just past eight o'clock in the evening, the prime time of night, and the number of people in the live broadcast room was gradually increasing.

"What are you singing? Queque, order a song."

Holding the guitar, Dong Baijing sat across from Wu Queque.

""Rainy Day"?"

This is the first song Wu Queque sang during the live broadcast, and it is also the song he is most familiar with so far.

"Good."

Dong Baijing responded and plucked the strings, and the beautiful music sounded slowly from his fingertips.

The barrage is still chatting in disorder.

【Su Li My Goddess Meimeimei】

[Director Li's live broadcast feels normal this time]

[Who is Wu Que Que?New debut? 】

[Dong Baijing, Dong Baijing, Dong Baijing...]

[Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh

……

"Raindrops are falling from the sky, and dark clouds are slowly approaching."

Wu Queque spoke.

Su Li raised his eyes in surprise, and Dong Baijing was also taken aback, almost playing the wrong song.

The barrage in the live broadcast room was eerily quieter.

"I see you again, I think of you again, and I'm back where I was."

……

The cool young voice continued, and the singing voice slowly whispered in my ears like words of sympathy, lingering and full of sadness.

"clap clap"

As soon as he finished singing, Su Li clapped vigorously.

Dong Baijing followed closely behind.

"Queque, why don't you come to my place to be a singer?"

"With your voice, the fire is guaranteed."

Dong Baijing sincerely extended the invitation.

The barrage in the live broadcast room, which seemed to be stuck at 0.5 times the speed, also hit quickly like a strong wind sweeping through dark clouds.

【她哉哉】

【This voice is dead】

[Kneeling to make a debut! ! ! 】

[I was still sleepy, but I suddenly became sober, and now I feel better]

[add one in front]

【I also】

……

A large number of people entered Wu Que Que's live broadcast room, and the flow of people increased dramatically.

[followed]

【What kind of fairy brother is this?】

【I love this voice】

【Ear is pregnant】

……

There are also familiar old fans working hard to educate new fans.

[Little Princess of the Pig's Family]: Our sparrow is still Qi Le's white peach oolong

[Little Princess of Pig's House]: If you like his voice, you can go to Qile to listen to his audio

For a while, the entry #吴铀退声音# rushed to the top ten of the hot searches.

The assistant director was dumbfounded seeing the surge in the number of people in the live broadcast room.

It was said a few hours ago that people's traffic is not good, and now it will be on the hot search.

The traffic not only keeps increasing, but also brings huge attention to the program group.

"This……"

The assistant director looked at Director Li who was not surprised at all, and sighed in his heart: This is the reason why he can be a director.

Li Missile lit the cigarette ash, but the smile on his face remained unchanged.

"Still early."

He said.

Huan Le's Mr. Lu has good eyesight.

Dong Baijing cleaned up and asked Wu Queque to sing another song.

Wu Queque shook her head, "Brother Dong, you have to sing a song every time you come and go."

"Row."

Dong Baijing put down his guitar and sang a rap he liked.

It has always been rumored that Su Li is not good at vocal music, but that is only in terms of acting skills.

In fact, her singing level is much higher than that of ordinary people.

The last is Du Jiu.

Compared with Dong Baijing, who has been a singer for many years, Su Li, who has received professional training, and Wu Queque, who has outstanding talent, Du Jiu's singing voice seems ordinary.

"Not bad, Du is the game anchor, take me to play games with you in the future."

While applauding, Dong Baijing quietly changed the topic.

Du just smiled, nodded and said yes, but secretly hated in his heart.

He changed his mind.

He wanted to ruin Wu Queque's reputation, simply let him die, it was too cheap for him.

From the first time he met Wu Queque, he had an intuition that this person would be a strong opponent, but he didn't expect that Wen Huatian, who was always vicious, would not be able to touch him.

That's right, Wen Huatian, an ordinary mortal, how could he beat Wu Queque, who has a great immortal as his backer?

Wenhua Tian was not wronged.

The four of them chatted harmoniously until ten o'clock. When the live broadcast was about to close, they said good night to each other and went back to their room to sleep.

Wu Queque washed up, hid under the quilt, and chatted with Lu Xinghan on the phone.

On the first night, it's better to stay in the villa, lest the program team launch a surprise attack.

Obviously, Wu Queque's idea is correct.

At eleven o'clock, when the villa was quiet, someone knocked on Wu Queque's door suddenly.

Please come to the small black room to draw mandatory tasks!

Outside the door, the program crew in black clothes showed Wu Queque the cards in their hands.

Wu Queque stared wide-eyed, pinched the phone, and followed the other party to the corner room of the villa.

The small black house is indeed a small black house.

It was dark inside, except for a lamp and a table in the middle.

There is a black box on the table.

"Please extract."

The staff gestured towards Wu Queque.

Wu Queque reached out and randomly took out a card.

[Please let people call you stupid without prompting]

Oh wow.

Take the initiative to scold?

The staff also saw Wu Queque's card, and saw that he was so shocked that he held back for a while, and still leaked a little smile from his words.

"The mandatory task drawing is over, please go back and prepare well."

"The task is limited to one day, and the target of the task is not limited. Do not disclose the content of the task to anyone."

Wu Queque returned to the room dejectedly, and when passing by Du Jiu's room, her footsteps paused slightly, and she sensed a trace of evil spirit.

It's cloudy, and it's not a good monster at first glance.

During the day, Du didn't reveal a trace of evil spirit, but now he did.

Wu Queque frowned, her inner guess gradually taking shape.

Du probably used his own blood to worship the fox demon.

Those who seek skin from a tiger have never had a good end.

Wu Queque sighed, feeling the fading blood, pushed open the door, and returned to her room.

Meanwhile, Du is in the room.

The lights were turned off, and in the pitch-black room, only the jade fox statue on the table beside the bed was emitting a faint green light.

Du skillfully separated his wrists and dripped blood on the jade statue. After about ten seconds, an unknown fragrance filled the room.

The wound on Du Jiu's wrist began to heal quickly, and a dozen seconds later, a black figure of a young woman appeared on the wall.

"Empress of the Great Immortal."

Du bowed down respectfully.

"The villain wants to ask Empress Daxian to help absorb Wu Queque's luck."

"Take a drop of his blood or his hair."

A female voice appeared in Du Jiu's mind, with heavy dizziness.

Du responded, and it took about a minute or two before the room was completely dark again.

The jade statue of the fox demon stands glistening, clean and moist, without any trace of blood.

Du put away the jade statue and lay down on the bed with a comfortable and smiling face.

Early the next morning.

Wu Queque and Su Li came back after buying breakfast, and ran into Du Jiu in the bathroom on the first floor.

"What are you doing? Looking for something?"

Su Li asked casually.

Du panicked for a moment, and when he raised his head again, his expression returned to normal.

"fine."

"I seem to be losing some serious hair loss."

He smiled, troubled on his face.

"Hey, it's the same. I recommend a conditioner for you. I use it very well."

"Hair loss is unavoidable."

As Su Li said, his eyes fell on Wu Queque's long black hair again.

"Queque, I envy your hair."

"Thick and dense."

Wu Queque stroked her hair and smiled shyly.

He only sheds some hair when he moults.

All these hairs let him put them away.

with his feathers.

Du sighed, and reached out to touch Wu Queque's hair, but he inadvertently dodged it.

"Go and eat, I don't know what you like, Que Que and I both bought some."

Su Li didn't stay in the bathroom too long, and went upstairs to his room to change clothes.

Wu Queque and Du looked at each other and said hesitantly, "Those who seek skin from a tiger usually do not end well."

Du Jiu's pupils shrank slightly, and panic spread in his heart.

Did Wu Queque know something?

Wu Queque didn't say much, reminding him that he had already been reminded.

Du will continue, and the first person to be backlashed will be himself.

And that monster who did evil.

Wu Queque went back to her room and quietly called Shangguan Che.

"Du Jiu? Worshiping the fox demon?"

"I guess so."

Shangguan Che's carefree voice came.

"Okay, I know, I will let people investigate."

Du thought for a while in the bathroom, and finally decided that Wu Queque didn't know what he was doing.

If it were him, if he knew that someone was going to deal with him, he would definitely strike first.

Who would run over and eagerly remind the enemy?

"Ah."

Just thinking about it, Du couldn't help but sneer.

You are doing crooked ways yourself, and you are still persuading others?

After breakfast, the voice of the director's team came from the loudspeaker again.

[Fourth of the co-rental rules, the way the four guests make money every day cannot be fixed. 】

"The four guests, please continue to decorate your shared villa."

"I--"

Dong Baijing held back the swear words, and said despondently, "What is going to happen?"

Wu Queque also frowned. He didn't have to worry about making money. What he was more worried about was how to complete the compulsory tasks?

Let people take the initiative to call him a fool?

It's not as easy as walking a tightrope.

The author has something to say: Mr. Lu: You idiot Queque.