Wear it quickly! My mad dog-like host!

After inserting the key into the keyhole, Qianghua heard subtle footsteps in the house. After a two-second pause, Qianghua opened the door as if nothing had happened.

Inside the door, a woman in her twenties was holding a broom with a wary look on her face. When she saw it was Qianghua, her wariness dissipated and her expression became angry.

"You still know how to come back!" Song Jiaren gritted her teeth and became even more angry when she saw Qianghua's expressionless look.

Qianghua threw the key in her hand on the entrance cabinet, pushed the suitcase into the house without saying a word, passed Song Jiaren and went to the second floor.

Seeing that her attitude was different from usual, Song Jiaren frowned and followed Qianghua upstairs, "What's wrong with you?"

Qianghua put the suitcase into the cabinet, "It's okay."

Although Song Jiaren heard the sound that was not as scratching as before, it still sounded good, but... it was not quite like Yi Qianghua's original voice, and her whole body temperament was also different...

It's like a different person.

Song Jiaren frowned and walked quietly behind Qianghua. When she wasn't paying attention, she quickly pulled the zipper on the back of her dress. A red mole on her back appeared in front of her eyes. She glanced at the black mole behind her left ear. Also there.

Song Jiaren breathed a sigh of relief and zipped up the zipper. Facing Qianghua's half-smiling expression, she immediately showed a flattering smile and reached out to pat Qianghua's clothes, "Oh, your clothes are dirty...that's not right!"

She looked fierce and said loudly: "Where have you been recently? Do you know what happened these days when you were on leave?"

Seeing the indifferent look on Qianghua's face, she said angrily: "Do you know how much money you have lost recently?! At least one million!!!"

Qianghua walked towards the living room downstairs and replied nonchalantly, "That's quite a lot."

Seeing that she wasn't paying attention, Song Jiaren continued to ask, "Where have you been these days? Didn't you have a boyfriend? Who? Our company's anchor?"

Qianghua sat down on the sofa, "No, I went back to my hometown."

Song Jiaren said subconsciously: "Going to see your grandparents?"

"Ah."

Song Jiaren couldn't see any expression on Qianghua's face, so she sat down next to her, "Go back to see your parents too?"

Then she subconsciously comforted Qianghua: "Are you okay? Don't take it to heart if your uncle and aunt say bad things. It's shameless to make money these days. Besides, we haven't done anything immoral... …”

Qianghua's eyes flickered as she watched Song Jiaren talk about her explanation.

In Yi Qianghua's remaining memories, Song Jiaren was regarded as her noble person.

To put it bluntly, female anchors who are famous in the live broadcast industry because of their reputation have to make some sacrifices if they want to become famous. Even if they don't sacrifice their bodies, they still have to please this person and that person. It is common for them to be taken advantage of.

As for Song Jiaren, even though she was sometimes cruel to Yi Qianghua, she stood in front of Yi Qianghua no matter what happened. As a result, except for Yi Qianghua's unavoidable stinky remarks, she did not do any other stinky behavior. On her.

Yi Qianghua is still a little naive in her live broadcast for so many years, and Song Jiaren has done a lot behind the scenes.

Moreover, Song Jiaren was the first person to notice that something was wrong with Qianghua.

Even if they have only met once in real life.

Just based on these points, Qianghua has a good impression of Song Jiaren.

Song Jiaren said a lot, and when she came back to her senses, she saw that Qianghua seemed to be distracted. She just wanted to be angry, but thinking that she would definitely be in a bad mood when she went back, and she had something even worse on her hands, she immediately paid attention. No longer angry, he stood up and said:

"Are you hungry? I'll make you something to eat."

After that, he walked towards the kitchen.

The apartment kitchen is not big, but there are many tools for cooking.

Within an hour, two dishes and one soup were served on the table.

Song Jiaren shouted: "It's time to eat."

Then he babbled: "I also have a hard life, and I have to deal with an ancestor like you..."

At the dinner table, Song Jiaren talked about recent events, "Your live broadcast a few days ago became popular, especially the clip of you talking was cut out. Many people commented that it was the first time they felt like someone. Heart……"

"The superiors are also very dissatisfied with your broadcasting. Don't forget that you have live broadcast time. You have to make up for the missing live broadcast time in the past few days."

Song Jiaren looked at Qianghua with regret and said regretfully: "It's a pity that the good voice you had a few days ago is gone. Otherwise, with this voice, you can at least take the position of the leading female anchor of our company."

"You said you fell out of fashion as soon as you became famous..."

"The next time you cook the braised pork ribs, remember to soak them in the blood. It's a bit fishy." Qianghua interrupted Song Jiaren's ramblings.

Song Jiaren choked, glared at her, and said angrily: "People who don't cook have no right to be picky!"

Qianghua spat out a bone and apologized insincerely but honestly: "Okay, I was wrong."

Seeing Qianghua admit her mistake, Song Jiaren felt better. She noticed her delicate and smooth skin and asked doubtfully: "It's been a while since I last saw you. Your skin condition has improved a lot. What skin care products did you use?"

Qianghua: “I’ve been making some skin care products recently.”

Song Jiaren: "You made it yourself? Aren't you afraid of excessive bacterial preservatives?"

Qianghua raised her eyes and glanced at her, "Would you like to try it?"

Song Jiaren: "...try."

After finishing the meal, Song Jiaren looked at Qianghua who put down her bowl and chopsticks, her expression a little irritated, "The company has arranged a job for you."

Qianghua raised her eyes and motioned for her to continue.

Song Jiaren was surprised that Qianghua's aura became stronger and said at the same time: "This matter is good and bad for you."

"The advantage is that you will get greater exposure and become popular no matter what."

"The downside is, you might get scolded to heaven."

Qianghua looked at her puzzled.

Song Jiaren: "You also know that times have changed now. There are many women who are rich and willing to spend money on men. Do you know the male anchor that the company has promoted in the past few months? At the end of the day, excluding all the profits, he personally Earn one million a day!”

"You must know that this is not the big boss who invites people to support you and get rebates. They are either laundering money or pretending to be cool. This is real income, and the company's top executives are very happy."

Qianghua: "What does this have to do with me? I can't be allowed to come out and hype him up at this time."

"You're right." Song Jiaren smiled ferociously, "I really want you to hype up with him."

"But it's not a girlfriend status, but a contrived and annoying dog-licking." Song Jiaren was a little annoyed, "There is a love variety show "Love Season" in the entertainment industry that is being prepared, and the company's male anchor has been selected."

"If he can withstand the big camera, the male anchor of the company should be quite handsome." Qianghua commented.

"I've seen him with makeup. He's really handsome... No, do you have a sense of crisis? You're going to be scolded!" Song Jiaren stared at Qianghua, hating that iron could not become steel.

Qianghua nodded slightly to indicate for her to continue.

"This variety show is not very well-funded. The company invested some money for the male anchor, so the program team gave an extra spot. However, the program team also said that it is best to arrange a conflicting character." Song Jiaren said. .

"And you, my unlucky female anchor, because you are good-looking but can't make a lot of money, and your contract is only for three months and will not be renewed with the company, you stand out in the competition with other female anchors in the company, successfully rise to the top, and win The male anchor is a dog-licker.”

"After all, this character design is really bad, but in order to set off the male anchor's performance, using an unknown female anchor seems to be cheap, so it just falls on you who are unlucky."

Song Jiaren sympathized: "The filming lasted three months, and the remuneration was 200,000 yuan after tax, which is more money than you make through live broadcast."

"Honestly, your face can withstand even being on the big screen."

Song Jiaren looked at Qianghua and sighed: "Over the years, I have been hoping that you would get rid of your identity as a female anchor and enter the entertainment industry. The company also thought so when they signed the contract with you, but you have no choice..."