Wear it quickly! My mad dog-like host!

There was water vapor all around, accompanied by a strong smell of blood.

This is a bathroom.

Lying in the bathtub was the body of a woman who had long since lost her breath.

Young and beautiful.

She died in her best years.

Qianghua, who had just stepped out of the space-time tunnel, frowned slightly and quickly stepped forward to confirm whether the woman still had a chance of survival.

The breath was cut off, and the last trace of body temperature was quickly lost under the wash of cold water.

Qianghua's eyes fell on the woman's face, and she looked startled.

With a thought, he probed out his spiritual consciousness and invaded the woman's foggy sea of ​​​​consciousness, barely turning over some memories.

After a long time, Qianghua sighed and began to collect the woman's body.

After everything was done, Qianghua began to look at the environment and various information she was in now.

This is a finely restored apartment with two bedrooms and one living room, and the decoration is very warm.

The owner of the apartment is named Yi Qianghua, and her appearance is exactly like hers.

This makes her have to suspect that this is her in parallel time and space. After all, her foothold will most likely be next to the person who is most compatible with her, thereby deceiving the world consciousness in this world.

Except for the different surnames between parents and relatives, nothing else seems to have changed.

A pair of extremely loving parents, and an estranged relative.

The growth experience from childhood to adulthood is similar to that of Qianghua.

But fortunately, Yi Qianghua did not offend the God of Wealth. With her outstanding appearance and above-average brains, her life was smooth sailing.

The only setback in life is probably that when you are too young, you believe other people's rhetoric and pie-in-the-sky pie, step into the traps set by others, and become a tool for others to make money. You can't help yourself, and become depressed and sick.

From the age of eighteen, she became a singing anchor because of her beautiful appearance.

Just smile and someone will give you money.

The colorful world is charming to the eye.

She was soon immersed in this pleasure.

But the outside world is so big, and there are too many beautiful girls. Yi Qiang's popularity faded after a while.

Naturally, no one would be willing to invest in her face, so she successively became a studio anchor, game anchor, singing and dancing anchor, beauty anchor, etc.

As long as it can show her face, I tried them all, and there was no big splash.

It's not that she can't make money, but that she can't make the big money that her brokerage company expects of her, even if the brokerage company hires her eldest brother to support her.

The brokerage company hopes that she can earn a million a day, but Yi Qianghua's monthly income of 50,000 yuan is still enough to broadcast from morning to night every day without any rest days.

Fortunately, the brokerage company actually gave her some benefits when they drew the cake for her. After excluding the platform share and the tax amount, it was a 50-50 split.

In addition, the brokerage company also paid her five insurances and one housing fund.

It can be considered a legitimate company.

But even if the agency is still conscientious and does not let her sell her body, when a beautiful girl becomes an anchor, she will always receive a lot of stinky comments and messages. If the agency wants to make money, it will naturally not refute these stinky comments and can only Let her smile and accept it.

And when she was in college, after her alumni knew what kind of anchor she was, they openly said they envied her wealth, freedom, and life, but secretly they poured all kinds of dirty water on her, and all kinds of messy rumors continued.

It seems that starting from the age of eighteen, her sky has gradually darkened.

After seven years of anchoring career, he finally fell into depression and became ill and committed suicide by slitting his wrists.

There must be more unbearable things, but unfortunately she has no way of knowing because of her incomplete memory.

"Buzzing—"

The cell phone that was thrown on the bed in the bedroom rang.

Qianghua stood up from the dressing mirror. As she walked, her appearance slowly changed into that of Yi Qianghua.

Song Jiaren.

He is Yi Qianghua's agent at the live streaming company.

As soon as the call was connected, a scolding voice came from the phone, "Why did it take you so long to answer the phone?! Where are you? Why haven't you started live broadcasting yet?!"

"……I……"

"What am I? Don't tell me that you're not feeling well and can't broadcast. We agreed to let Han Che take care of you today. If you dare to let the pigeon fly, your head will be screwed off!" The other person said in a irritable tone.

Qianghua: "..."

"Why don't you speak? You feel really uncomfortable?!" The voice on the other side was a little softer, "Tsk, Yi Qianghua, I'm warning you, if you miss this opportunity, the company will not provide you with any more connections. !”

"Hello? Hello? Are you listening to me again?"

Seeing that there was no sound on the other end of the phone, Song Jiaren's tone became confused and she said to herself: "Isn't this damn girl really sick?"

"Beauty, why hasn't Qianghua been broadcast yet? Have you forgotten the time? Han Che is urging her!" the studio director in charge of Yi Qianghua's live broadcast asked Song Jiaren.

Song Jiaren was in a irritated mood and had to sacrifice herself for the scraps of money. "Qianghua is a little uncomfortable. She'll be fine soon. Just wait."

After saying that, he continued to bombard his mobile phone, "Yi Qianghua, if you slip up this time, you will come to the company for live broadcasts in the future!"

After saying that, he ran out, "Just wait for me. I'll go find you now. If you're okay, I'll let you taste the power of your sister Song's fist!"

Qianghua heard the rapid footsteps on the other side of the phone and her eyebrows jumped, "Can I take leave today?"

"No!" Song Jiaren flatly refused, and then she was stunned. She held the phone in front of her eyes and looked at it, wondering: "Why is your voice not right? Are you talking in between? Hey, don't say that, your voice is It’s quite that…”

Song Jiaren couldn't think of an adjective for a long time, "Anyway, it's quite ear-catching."

Qianghua: "I caught a cold and my throat feels uncomfortable."

Song Jiaren couldn't help but scratch her ears, "Your voice... Hey, hey hey..."

She couldn't help but giggle, "Your voice is so annoying, it makes me feel itchy, hehe..."

Qianghua: "..."

Song Jiaren's expression dropped and she coughed twice, "Okay, you have to live broadcast today. Your voice is just right. Maybe it will explode today!"

Then he added: "If you don't feel comfortable, just sit down. If your throat feels uncomfortable, just stop talking and I will control the situation for you."

"Your contract is about to expire. Even if you don't want to be an anchor anymore, you can make more money during this period, so you can have funds for other things in the future, right?" Song Jiaren persuaded her again.

Qianghua sighed and hung up the phone.

Taking the phone, he turned around and left the bedroom and went to the next room.

This room was set up as a live broadcast room and soundproofed.

Qianghua thought for a while, and then set up a soundproof formation to ensure that no sound could escape.

The phone kept vibrating, it was an urging message from Song Jiaren.

Qianghua sat in front of the computer for a while, then turned on the computer and clicked on the live broadcast software to start the live broadcast.

Netizens came in one after another in the live broadcast room.

The host was quietly in the live broadcast room and stared blankly at the computer without speaking or moving.

Netizens thought their phone was stuck, so they quickly clicked the exit button and re-entered.

After figuring out that the anchor was just in a daze, netizens still clicked a few likes for the sake of this beautiful face before exiting.

If you don't know how to live a healthy life, no matter how beautiful you are, it will just look like that.

Song Jiaren frowned as she looked at the retention rate in the live broadcast room and quickly called Qianghua.

Qianghua, who was in front of the computer, glanced at the buzzing and vibrating cell phone on the table and refused to answer it.

She is thinking about life events.

Song Jiaren kept staring at the live broadcast room, how could she not notice Qianghua's eyes, she immediately laughed angrily, and continued to make calls without giving up.

The buzzing vibration kept sounding, and netizens in the live broadcast room heard the movement, and soon someone made obscene comments.

That is, the law protects them.

Rose thought.

Otherwise, she would definitely follow the network cable and tear their mouths out.

After answering the call casually, Qianghua spoke first, "The live broadcast is already on."

Song Jiaren choked, and watched Qianghua connect the phone directly in the live broadcast room, and had to suppress her voice, "You are really talking!"

Qianghua: "..."

After looking at the live broadcast room and thinking for a while, Qianghua said calmly: "Have the netizens in the live broadcast room eaten?"

Song Jiaren's somewhat irritable voice sounded, "Fans! Please call me 'dear fans'!"

Qianghua retells: "Dear fans, have you eaten?"

As soon as the words came out, the live broadcast room where there were a few comments fell instantly silent, with only the prompt for visitors to enter.