You sell swords, I go crazy, join hands to rectify the entertainment industry

She got up vigorously and strode towards the confession wall without hesitation.

After standing still in front of the camera, with a serious expression and a sincere tone, he began to brew an affectionate confession for a long time:

"I want to confess to a male guest. I first got to know him online, but when I saw him for the first time on the show, I thought he was very interesting. He was not only handsome, but also very rich."

"Later, I learned about his experience, and felt that it is really rare for a wealthy n-generation in their 20s to inherit the family business honestly, instead of going out to start a business and dissipate their wealth..."

"This person is the morning star of our show, the boy who spreads money on the road—Qi Yu, Young Master Qi!"

"..."

At this moment, the audience was silent, everyone looked at the boy who spread money, and for a while, he didn't even know what expression he should put on.

Not only them, the barrage in the live broadcast room also burst into laughter.

[No, who taught her to boast so much? ! 】

【Okay, Mr. Long Spear, I know you bought the commercial house yesterday, but you should stop selling the flattering people. 】

[President Qi scattered his money, but he didn't get a wife in exchange, but he got an old slave hahahahahahaha...]

[Hiss...Why does Jiang Qiyu talk like that, but I think there is nothing between the two of them? 】

[You don't want to talk about the previous one, I don't like to hear it. 】

【...】

But Jiang Qiyu didn't care so much, and slowly shifted her gaze to the man who frowned slightly because of embarrassment.

With his 12-point sincere tone, he said with both emotion and emotion:

"Mr. Qi, now I'm not just looking for money to you!"

Qi Yu's eyelids twitched violently, "That's it?"

"It's purely for money!"

She talked about Tu Qian with full confidence, then turned her head to look at the camera, and analyzed herself to the audience in the live broadcast room:

"To tell you the truth, I'm actually a money lover. I only like rich people, but I don't worship money. I hope everyone can understand and respect every sexual orientation, thank you."

"..."

With her being so preemptive, the words "worshiping money" that the black fans in the live broadcast room had already typed up seemed very pale and powerless.

And most of the netizens were too shocked by her sophistry, which seemed to be nonsensical, but quite reasonable under careful consideration.

[Thanks for the invitation, watching the live broadcast at 20 o'clock in the morning, I was diagnosed with a sexual orientation that I hadn't discovered for more than [-] years. 】

[I'll say it again, Mr. Long Spear deserves to enjoy the Taimiao! 】

[Mr. Long Spear, let's start the class, I will definitely buy it! 】

Jiang Qiyu nodded contentedly, and then looked again at Qi Yue, whose expression was obviously not good-looking.

With a smile on her face, she stretched out her hand to the man, her smile shining like the blazing light of midsummer:

"How about it? Qi Yue, go on a date with me."

"..."

Facing her straight-ball confession, Qi Yu, who was eager to go up and give this person a big hug, suddenly froze, and the familiar feeling came again.

"..."

Seeing that he didn't speak, Jiang Qiyu thought that what she said didn't reach the young master's heart, and then withdrew her hand and extended an invitation to him in a graceful manner:

"Young Master, let this old servant accompany you!"

"..."

Hearing these words, the corners of Qi Yue's slightly raised lips were suppressed in an instant, he gritted his back molars secretly, and said in a cold tone:

"Do you think it's appropriate for the young master to date the old slave?"

"what?"

Jiang Qiyu couldn't help frowning.

Obviously he made him pretend to pursue him in the show, why did she put down her posture so lowly, and this money-scattering boy still took Joe?

"Where is it inappropriate?"

Seeing her impatient expression of "you're almost done", Qi Yu felt even more unhappy, and the line of his lips that were originally straight became tighter, and he casually said:

"Beauty."

【Hiss...why does this atmosphere look so similar...】

[The little couple is really hammering, the quarrel between me and my partner is exactly the same as this one. 】

[Are you arguing or showing affection, good morning to the whole world (except you two)! ! ! 】

[Cp fans, let's take it easy, Qi Yu clearly dislikes Jiang Qiyu's ugly appearance, how can he knock it off? 】

[Where do you see disgust, is it true that no one loves you in real life? 】

【Then if Qi Yue is really interested in her, why doesn't he just agree? 】

【...】

Just when everyone couldn't figure out what the two were doing, Jiang Qiyu smiled again, looked at Qi Yu with a relieved expression, and said in a tone of encouragement and comfort:

"It's okay, I don't care, as the saying goes, thick willow dustpan and thin willow bucket, no one in the world thinks men are ugly."

"..."

As soon as her words came out, the scene instantly became more exciting.

Qi Yue narrowed his eyes dangerously, then got up suddenly, and strode towards the confession wall.

Standing in front of Jiang Qiyu, he slightly hooked his lips and leaned over to look at her. The delicate facial features of the thick-faced handsome guy appeared more three-dimensional against the reflective board.

Jiang Qiyu knew from the beginning that he was extremely handsome, but she couldn't help swallowing when she was suddenly killed face to face by such a face.

The man's thick eyelashes drooped slightly, his soft and lingering eyes looked at her upturned nose and pink lips that were slightly parted in surprise.

"you say......"

He raised his eyebrows, and his tone was a bit teasing, as if to suppress the faint throbbing in his heart:

"I'm ugly?"

But Jiang Qiyu, who was immersed in the beautification attack, was suddenly awakened by Qi Yue's slightly playful voice.

She blinked her eyes twice to regain her senses, then stared back at each other without giving in, and wrote lightly:

"I don't dislike it."

But at this time, the barrage in the live broadcast room seemed like a mad donkey suddenly broke into the room full of screaming chickens.

If the screen-full [Ahhh] had a sound, everyone present would be instantly deaf.

[You two get married immediately!I'm not kidding! 】

[Thick willow dustpan and thin willow bucket, so I am the clown! 】

【Zhu Bajie didn't expect that his own quotations would be used in such a place one day. 】

[Flirt and swear at me, flirt and swear at me

Seeing that the situation was difficult to control, Director Zhang immediately picked up the small speaker and shouted:

"May I ask if Qi Yu agrees to Jiang Qiyu's date invitation?"

In front of the confession wall with a pink background, Qi Yu looked down at her slightly.

I really don't understand the reason for my up and down mood, so I simply put aside the unanswered questions, and spread my palms to the rebellious "old slave":

"Then please."

"Jiang Qiyu."

When Jiang Qi saw him stepping down the steps, she immediately smiled flexibly.

He looked down at the palm he extended to himself, grabbed his hand, turned it down, and then—

Stretching out his arm, Xu Xu put it under his turned palm:

"Whoo!"