Quickly travel: The paranoid boss behind the Shura field has become sickly

Fu Jin took out a barrier patch from the bag. He looked at An Ting tenderly and said to him, "Turn around and I will help you apply the barrier patch."

An Ting felt that such a matter was too personal, and he was not familiar with Fu Jin, so he refused politely and said: "Mr. Fu, I can do it myself. How can I ask you to help me with this kind of thing? You are the boss. "

"It doesn't matter, and you probably don't know how to stick it properly. If you don't stick it properly, the smell will be easily leaked when you go to the company. There are so many alphas in the company, and if your smell triggers their susceptibility period, it will affect their work. You don’t want to affect everyone’s work, right?”

An Ting thought for a while, then nodded and said, "Okay, I'm sorry to bother you."

An Ting was sitting on the sofa with his back to Fu Jin. Fu Jin slowly moved the wheelchair behind him. When the distance between the two became closer and closer, Fu Jin could clearly smell the orange aroma on An Ting's body.

Fu Jin's eyes were fixed on the back of An Ting's neck. He swallowed and held the barrier patch tightly in his hand. He took a deep breath, then tore open the outer packaging of the barrier patch and stuck it on On the back of An Ting's neck.

The barrier patch was slightly cool, which made An Ting a little uncomfortable at first, but it soon became less uncomfortable.

An Ting touched the area on the back of his neck. He turned around and said to Fu Jin with a smile, "Thank you."

Fu Jin looked at An Ting's clear eyes, as if he was looking at An Ting deep in his soul through this skin.

Fu Jin didn't know why, but the first time he met An Ting, he felt that An Ting was the person he had been waiting for a long time.

From the moment he appeared, his gloomy life finally had a glimmer of light and hope.

……

After Fu Jin conducted anchor training for An Ting for two days, An Ting finally officially took up the post on the third day.

Fu Jin led An Ting to his live broadcast room. The live broadcast room was not big, just a small one, but it was well-equipped.

"You should remember everything I taught you, right?"

An Ting nodded, "I already know how to operate the equipment. I have kept in mind what you taught me these two days and also recorded it in my notebook."

"Then you watch the live broadcast first and get used to it, then I won't disturb you anymore."

"it is good."

Fu Jin looked at An Ting reluctantly, but he finally exited the live broadcast room.

After leaving Anting's live broadcast room, Fu Jin immediately returned to his office and asked his assistant Mi Hua to help him apply for an audience account.

As soon as Mi Hua heard what Fu Jin said, he knew what Fu Jin was planning to do, but he didn't say anything more and just followed Fu Jin's instructions.

Fu Jin used a trumpet to enter An Ting's live broadcast room. Since An Ting had just started live broadcasting, there were not many people in his live broadcast room, only a sparse three or four people, including Fu Jin's trumpet.

An Ting's delicate and small face appeared on the screen. Fu Jin immediately put on the headphones, and An Ting's beautiful voice immediately came to his ears.

An Ting: "Welcome to my live broadcast room. Good morning everyone. Do you have any songs you want to listen to? Follow me and you can request songs at will."

[No one cares about the anchor]

An Ting: "Thank you for your attention. What song do you want to listen to?"

Fu Jin then typed on the public screen: Can you sing the romance of blooming flowers?

An Ting: "Wait a minute, let me search. Can I listen to the tune first? I'll try to see if I can sing."

Fu Jin then typed: OK.