Fast Travel: The Villain Is Obsessed with Attacking Me

The two chatted on the mic for two or three days one after another, and it was time for Song Yi to live broadcast.

Song Yi took a water glass to the computer desk and sat down, holding his mobile phone aside, the long earphone cable stretched over the man's ear, revealing a bit of a youthful look, with a smile on his pretty face: "Hey, I want to start the broadcast gone."

Wen Qi was reluctant to hang up the phone, and asked Ah Shu for a mobile phone. This time, he would answer the call with one mobile phone, and squat live with the other mobile phone.

"it is good."

She bent her eyes and responded softly.

Everyone else has to wait for the broadcast to start, but she can call the man, and the special treatment makes her smile unconsciously.

The live broadcast begins.

In an instant, a group of people rushed into the live broadcast room and waited for the start of the broadcast.

Immediately, the comments scrolled rapidly.

[Ah ah ah Song Song finally started broadcasting!I'm waiting again! ! ! ]

[Song Song seemed very unhappy last time...]

[Song Song, we were wrong, sorry, we shouldn't maliciously guess the boss...]

[Upstairs +1, big brother, I'm sorry! ]

[......]

All of a sudden, all kinds of apologies rolled around.

"You don't need to apologize to me, you should apologize to Qiqi." Song Yiping said flatly, his bony fingers tapped on the keyboard, and boarded the game that was going to be broadcast live today.

Wen Qi rolled her eyes sweetly at that sentence, watched the scrolling apology and commented on her, bent her lips and typed on the screen: [It's okay. ]

Although she didn't know how to clarify it, she probably guessed that Father Wen had come forward to do something.

curious.

Thinking about it, she opened the search and entered Father Wen's real name.

The searched interface soon popped up, and Father Wen's mature and handsome face appeared on it, with a neat suit and eyebrows somewhat similar to hers.

On the right is a series of introductions, she didn't care about it, but slid down.

On the Weibo interface, in a video, Father Wen is wearing a neat suit and sitting on a black chair in the study. To be honest, that is my daughter Wen Qi, only a few million, as long as she wants her monthly pocket money, I will give tens of millions..."

At the end of the video, Father Wen said in a low voice, "So I hope you all stop guessing and some inappropriate remarks, and don't treat the Internet as a place outside the law."

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Wen Qi's eyes were round in shock.

Because she didn't go online, she didn't even know that father Wen made such a solemn statement.

Wen Qi looked at Father Wen's face, his brows and eyes gently curved.

Suddenly, in the earphone, Song Yi said softly: "Qiqi."

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Wen Qi responded subconsciously and switched back to the live broadcast interface.

The scrolling comments dazzled her eyes and made her blush.

[Who is Song Song calling? ]

[Seven seven?Oh ho ho!I remember the boss is called Wen Qi, right?Qiqi, I understand hahahahahaha! ]

[Song Song!You keep your word! !You clearly agreed not to sell yourself? ]

[I've knocked it out a long time ago, did I get it today? !Is it official? ? ]

Song Yi glanced at one of the comments, and said with a low smile: "I only said that I would not sell myself, I did not say that I would not submit."

The live broadcast room was more excited than before, exclamation points were thrown out, and countless people were speechless with excitement.

[It's my turn to be a rich woman in my next life...]