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Xie Xian raised his head, his fingers were tapping the screen until they were shaking, and his forehead was covered with sweat.

I didn’t expect that buying gifts would be so tiring.

What's deplorable is that an uninvited guest named id Yuan has been shopping for gifts all night, so my sister didn't even notice his efforts.

However, before the live broadcast ended, Xie Xian finally reached the top three on the gift list.

Xie Xie felt very miserable.

The old man from the Xie family ordered his subordinates to give him an astonishing amount of work. Every time his colleagues passed by, they would cast sympathetic glances at him.

But even so, Xie Xie still used his excellent work ability and tenacious perseverance to complete the work ahead of schedule, and came to the live broadcast room in the middle of the live broadcast.

Then, start brushing KPIs. No, it’s about gaining a sense of presence.

Almost all the lights in the entire company building have been turned off, with only a few scattered high-rise buildings showing vague late-night lights.

The office where Xie Xian is located is one of them.

He sat in his seat, ignoring his sore arms, and stared at the face on the computer screen with his narrow eyes.

There is no air conditioning in the office, and the entire building will be without power after employees get off work. Even if he is the boss's son, he cannot violate the rules and regulations, otherwise he will be named and criticized at the regular meeting on Monday morning.

Xie Xuan was wrapped in a black down jacket that reached his knees and was sitting at his work station. His handsome face was pale from the cold and his fingers were stiff.

There was only a pair of slender and dark eyes, which seemed to be burning with fire, very bright.

A few minutes before the live broadcast was about to end, Leng Qingqing once again thanked the top 20 people on the gift list.

"...Thank you [my little fan girl], thank you [sister's caring little cotton-padded jacket]..."

[Sister's thoughtful little cotton jacket], Leng Qingqing smiled and performed a random fan's live performance: "The baby's name is so cute, she must be a big beauty, thank you for your support."

The little cotton-padded jacket had bought a lot of gifts, and she had just seen them.

[Sister’s caring little cotton-padded jacket]: “…”

Leng Qingqing's unintentional words immediately aroused strong dissatisfaction from other fans in the live broadcast room.

[If I had known that the little cotton-padded jacket was coming, I wouldn’t have come. 】

[Am I not my sister’s caring little cotton-padded jacket (with tears in my eyes)]

[Jealousy, strong jealousy! 】

[@小 Cotton Jacket, come out for a duel, where is your home! 】

The little cotton-padded jacket posted a barrage and said: [Sister, I am a man. 】

Leng Qingqing's brows twitched. It didn't matter if he admitted the wrong gender. He quickly made amends: "That must be a cute little boy."

Little Cotton Jacket: [I am not a little boy. elder sister. 】

In front of the screen, Xie Xuan's brows furrowed deeply, and his face looked a bit foul.

He is a few years younger than her, but he is not a little boy, he is already an adult.

Under Xie Xuan's repeated hints, Leng Qingqing finally pulled out a person from his almost faded memory: "...You are a bit like one of my younger brothers. But I haven't seen him for a while."

Xie Xie also always calls her "older sister" or "short sister".

Besides him, Little Cotton Jacket was the first one to be called sister.

Leng Qingqing knew where the fleeting feeling of familiarity in his heart came from when he saw the little cotton-padded jacket calling him.

However, Xie Xeng must be very busy at the company and may not have time to watch this live broadcast.

At this moment, Xie Xuan's heart suddenly jumped a little, and he immediately typed a sentence on the keyboard and sent it out. Then he moved closer to the screen, with the tip of his nose almost touching the computer.

He was almost certain that the brother she was talking about was him.

Besides herself, does she have other brothers?

Little Cotton Jacket: [Then do you like this brother? 】

It's a coincidence that there are so many barrages on the public screen, and every barrage that little cotton-padded jacket makes is seen by everyone.

However, what Leng Qingqing said next was a bit sad: "Of course, my brother is a very nice person. I hope he can work hard and find someone who loves him."

I hope every character in this world gets a happy ending.

Xie Xuan's body froze, and after a while, he looked lonely, unable to loosen his hand holding the mouse.

Best wishes. But not what he wanted.

The little cotton-padded jacket wanted to say a few more words to her sister, but she waved at the screen indifferently.

[I’m going to log off the broadcast first and go to other live broadcast rooms for a walk. 】

Fans still had a lot to say, but after Leng Qingqing finished speaking, he performed a quick off-air performance.

Many fans couldn't help but feel aggrieved as they half-finished their words of love and didn't have time to send them out.

I had no choice but to go to Weibo and continue surfing.

Although the live broadcast room is closed, the hot searches on Weibo are still open.

Netizens posted their purchase records and corresponding prizes on Weibo, saying they couldn't wait.

After turning off the live broadcast, Leng Qingqing received "looking up" looks from all directions.

The villagers praised her profusely and thanked her. They were almost moved to tears. Seeing the expressions of the staff around them, they quickly wiped the tears from the corners of their eyes and said that they were going to find the village chief, and then left in a hurry.

Leng Qingqing did not immediately go to the live broadcast room of other guests. Instead, he took advantage of this short blank time to turn on his mobile phone and play for a while.

During the live broadcast, she picked up a whole bowl of rice. She was a little sleepy and lazy at the moment, so she leaned on the chair and played with her mobile phone. The staff tacitly agreed not to disturb her.

Huo Yanheng, on the other hand, took out a book of math exercises from his cartoon school bag and started doing them seriously.

The live broadcast room of the Orange Cat platform was closed, and the live broadcast of the program team’s own channels was reopened.

In order to avoid picture-in-picture, the original live broadcast room was temporarily closed during the live broadcast of the guests.

As soon as the live broadcast room opened, a large number of netizens poured in.

Netizens were shocked when they saw Hengheng actually doing homework, a scene of peaceful time.

【Hengheng, you actually...】

[My mother said that if I had been as diligent as Hengheng when I was in school, Qingbei would not be a dream. 】

[At this time, a handsome boy in front of the screen shed tears of regret. 】

[As an adult, I am ashamed! 】

[People are really different (tears). Some people are not only born with a higher starting point, but also work harder than others. 】

[+1, how can ordinary people like us live! 】

Zhao Qianjin sent a congratulatory message, and WeChat messages popped up one after another.

Leng Qingqing asked her: "You bought so much rice, can you use it?"

She knew Zhao Qianjin's temperament, so she must have bought so much on a whim to support her career.

If it rots in the warehouse, wouldn't it be a waste?

Zhao Qianjin sent an emoticon of a puppy: "Okay, I have donated them all."

"By the way," Zhao Qianjin asked mysteriously: "The one on the list in your live broadcast room spent a lot tonight. Do you know him?"

Is it someone you know or a fan?

Zhao Qianjin said with emotion: "I didn't expect that rich people would be more fanatical about star chasing than ordinary people."

Leng Qingqing deeply agreed: "I asked him what he wanted, but he said he didn't want anything."

Not only did the carnival last night, but the purchasing power was even more amazing.

With such support for himself, Leng Qingqing wanted to meet this low-key leader.

However, after Bang Yi said the last and only sentence, he completely disappeared and went offline.

Very mysterious.

I checked the mysterious account and found that it was just a level zero account. It seemed that it was registered in a hurry tonight.

After one night, [tb-]’s number of fans reached an astonishing 600,000.

There is only one person on his watch list, Leng Qingqing.

He sat quietly in front of the computer and pondered for a few seconds.

At this time, Huo Yanheng straightened up slightly, still holding the pencil in his hand, and stared at the screen for a few seconds.

He revealed a possibility that Leng Qingqing had never imagined.

Huo Yanheng's little finger pointed at the home page of the mysterious account on the screen, his tone extremely sure.

"dad."