It's so hard to be an anchor: My husband can act better than me

eight pm
Ye Anning looked at the camera and looked down at her 'colorful' breasts!
Hmm... I took the oil paint next to me and added a few strokes to my chest!

"I said An Ning, can you deduct some more? You can use the street stalls, but now you use oil paint directly, and you also..." Field control assistant Aron couldn't help crying when he saw Ye Aning's movements.

"What's wrong with the oil brush, there are so many filters, I can't tell the difference when I paste sesame paste on my chest, why spend money on shadow highlights!" Ye Aning sat in front of the computer.

Immediately afterwards, when the camera was turned on and the filter was applied, sure enough, the chest, which looked like an abstract painting, suddenly "jumped up" in the camera!
Firm, round, and ready to come out, it is comparable to a big change and a living chest-a stool becomes a living chest!
Ye Anning flicked her long hair, and inadvertently bent over, the number of people in the live broadcast room continued to increase.

Now the live broadcast is very mature, all the ladies in it are very good-looking, they can play games well, and they can speak nicely...

The same is true for Ye Anning, she is pretty and charming, she winks at the camera, her eyes are as beautiful and graceful as stars.

The game is played well, there is no pressure to eat chicken alone, and showing off skills from time to time makes the audience's blood boil.

However, what made her stand out among so many anchors was her speech... not good!

"Your monthly salary of [-] is different from the monthly salary of [-]. The men you meet are different."

"In reality, fifth elder brother won't know Little Swallow, the domineering president who is rich and arrogant, most of them will immediately fire the clumsy, self-willed, idiot Baitian who has only a kind heart."

Just like now, Ye Aning moved her fingers like flying and attacked, while jumping out sentence by sentence with a pretty face.

"Because you are a woman, you think you can rely on your reproductive system and your appearance advantages to wait for the prince to save you in the marriage market? I can only tell you, wake up..."

At the same time, south of Yan City.

In the center of the city, private mansions, real aristocratic castles, sky-high gardens, rockery fountains are carefully set up, and the delicacy of every place you see is pleasing to the eye, and you can feel its luxury.

In the depths of the magnificence, there was indeed a tall figure standing.

The high-end handmade suit perfectly supported his tall and long figure with wide shoulders, narrow hips, and under the short black hair that moved faintly with the night wind, his face was carefully carved by God, and every line showed his strength and strength. Guigui, especially, those deep and narrow black eyes, squinting slightly, the sharpness at the bottom of the eyes is fierce and breathtaking!
"Tryron, do you really want to marry that young lady of the Han family, Han Jinyan?" Opposite the man was a young man of similar age.

Lan Yi, the man's best friend since childhood.

The man flipped through the report in hand without raising his head: "The Han family has grown rapidly in recent years, and the stock market has grown year by year. The ecological park industry under Han Jinyan's success in applying for world heritage shows that she is capable. For now, she Is the best choice."

Lan Yi took out a stack of photos and spread them out in front of the man: "Choose one, which one is your wife?"

The man didn't move, but glanced at him coldly.

Lan Yi suddenly felt dizzy: "Sure enough, I don't even know what she looks like!"

"As long as she is alive, she can get the certificate from me." The man's voice did not fluctuate at all.