baby miss me today

It turned out that Ji Rongchen took everything he said when he was drunk seriously.

Not only seriously, but also avoiding embarrassment in his own gentle way.

Qiao Yu was startled, her brown pupils twitched slightly, she raised her hand to cover her chest, and a strange feeling gradually took over her heart.

He couldn't describe exactly what it was like, because no one had ever treated him like this before.

It was swollen, soft, and seemed to have some sourness that made the eyes moist.

It seemed that he was curled up alone in a small room where he couldn't see his fingers. Suddenly the door was knocked from the outside, and the light and shadow came, and someone approached with a lamp.

Qiao Yu bit her lip and suppressed her emotions.

-QIAO:

[well, I see]

After logging into the account, Qiao Yu reposted the official promotional video of the Ji Group.

- Qiao Yu: [Come on! @纪氏集团: #越·爱，630 debut, accompany you through the long years# (video)]

Fans are very excited, because this is the first advertisement that Qiao Yu accepts. Although it is not the endorsement of luxury or other magazines, Ji's Group goes down to the dishes on the dining table of ordinary people, up to the research and development of cutting-edge technology, and the industrial chain. It has a wide coverage and a high reputation among the public, making it a household name.

"Ji's products must be high-quality goods, so don't say anything, I'll make an appointment."

"Congratulations, Zai Zai, continue to work hard to earn a small amount of money~"

"I remember that their group never advertises with celebrities. Qiao Qiao is the first artist to cooperate with Ji! Wow, blow me up!"

After thinking about it, Qiao Yu followed the Ji Group's official blog.

Refresh again, and see that the other party has also closed him, and the profile interface with the number of followers "1" is particularly eye-catching.

Soon a girl with a magnifying glass discovered this, and the team of knocking CP grew rapidly.

"Oh, oh, broken sound—sisters, the Ji Group's official blog actually only pays attention to Qiao Yu! He's the only one! Suddenly got sweet."

"Damn, it's really true, I remember that the number of followers was 0 before!"

"1551, in my opinion, the two of them really have a sense of CP. I wanted to say it a long time ago. No matter in terms of body shape or appearance, Ji Rongchen should be able to wrap Jojo in his arms from behind at once. I really do." It’s so delicious. (Crying with joy) (Crying with joy) (Crying with joy) Mama, I’m so excited!”

"Although, the official blog doesn't even pay attention to its own boss?"

"As we all know, Ji Rongchen has not opened a personal Weibo."

"Could it be Papa Ji himself under Guan Bo's skin?"

"So what if it's me? It's normal for him to pay attention to the partners of his new products. It's very annoying. Can you go back to the circle and be cute?"

Although being pissed off, it didn't reduce the enthusiasm of the cp girl, on the contrary, she became more and more frustrated.The output is the output, and those who don’t know the output will look for sugar everywhere.

Ji Rongchen and Qiao Yu, two "honorary" CPs of two people who didn't seem to have much intersection, were born out of nowhere, and they have names in the letter station and fanwen.

Two hours later, the entry #吉众集团[越·爱]游戏收集发布# appeared on Weibo’s most searched advertising space.

Click on the tag, it is a three-minute advertising video.

First is a dynamic shot, from top to bottom, a dim room, geometric chandeliers, white curtains fluttering in the wind, and carpets decorated with cool-toned checks.As the camera advances, the little boy with bangs and pot head is sitting on the floor with his back against the sofa, operating a game controller in his hand, and watching the TV screen intently.

There was the sound of the door lock, the boy's ears moved, he got up from the ground, his black eyes lit up, he put the handle on the sofa, kicked twice and rushed out, shouting while running: " Dad, you're back!"

The camera follows his point of view to the living room.

With glaring dependence and intimacy in his eyes, the boy hugged the middle-aged man's waist and swayed, raised his face to look at him, and said in a soft voice:

"Let's go, let's make an agreement to play games with me today."

The man frowned, with an impatient expression on his face, and threw the briefcase to the locker in front of the door: "What game are you playing, I'm almost exhausted."

Rudely rubbed the child's soft hair: "Hey, Dad is busy, you can play by yourself."

Accompanied by the sound of pots and pans, a woman could not hide her angry accusation from the kitchen: "Lei Lei, are you going to die playing a game with him? The child belongs to me alone? Are you a father who only cares about giving birth and not raising it? "

"Who am I so tired for?"

Male and female voices mixed together, arguing endlessly.

The boy pursed his mouth, covered his ears with his fleshy little hands, ran into the room and closed the door alone, with tears hanging down his baby-fat cheeks.

He sat back on the carpet again, sobbing non-stop, wiping away his tears while playing games with the controller.

The intelligent AI portrait silently accompanied him, raising his hand and gently touching his head.

After changing the camera, the child with baby fat turned into a young man with a slender figure and long arms and legs.

Qiao Yu was wearing a warm-colored casual sweater, with her chin and neck tucked under the fluffy high collar, sitting cross-legged on the carpet, manipulating the game buttons, with her lips tightly pursed, looking very depressed.

"What kind of game are you playing with such food? Disconnect the internet and play mud."

"What are you doing for Meituan? Delivery so fast?"

"Believe it or not, if I throw a handful of rice on the screen, chickens can play better than you."

"I'm really convinced, so I can't use your shrinking cerebellum. My Dutch suckling pig is smarter than you."

There were constant insults coming from the earpiece. Qiao Yu lowered his eyes and swiped his white index finger on the screen to turn off the earpiece in the office. Suddenly, the intelligent AI voice sounded, cursing back unceremoniously: "Who are you? .”

Qiao Yu's eyebrows were raised, her eyes were wide open, and she looked at the handle in surprise: "You still swear?"

"No I wouldn't."

The smart handle blocked the voice in the team, and said to him gently in an extremely double-standard tone: "Pay attention to your vision, if you disappear on the other side, you may be hiding in the bushes, so take a detour."

The haze in Qiao Yu's eyes dissipated, she nodded, and obediently followed the instructions of the handle step by step.

"Buy a gem and avoid the jungle economy."

"A skill."

"Run, keep to the right, don't look back."

Under the guidance of AI, Qiao Yu successfully avoided the enemy's skills, ended a game and won, with a clean smile on his mouth: "Thank you."

"It's ok."

In a transition, Qiao Yu, wearing reading glasses and with gray hair, was basking in the sun in the garden with milk tea in his hand.The new KPL event is being played on the tablet on his lap, and the smart AI portrait patiently helps him repeat the explanation content he didn't understand clearly.

The maple leaves not far away are falling slowly, following the falling angle of view, a pair of shiny leather shoes appear in the picture, followed by an upward angle of view from bottom to top, the medium shot includes the orderly laboratory, wearing a white coat The scientific research workers are steady and come and go.Several people guarded the large screen display similar to the crystal blue star map in the sky, analyzing and recording the data of the terminal chip.

A man walked to the middle of the screen, raised his hand and slid in the air, and there was a white handle:

"Cloud computing technology, in cooperation with Nintendo and ps4, loads a full set of game clearance guides, and the follow-up resource library is updated one after another. It is equipped with an AI panoramic combat simulation system, intelligent human-computer interaction, and immersive companionship experience."

"Yue·Ai, the ultra-intelligent game controller, will accompany you through the long years."

The ad received mixed reviews online.

"Wow, the current commercials are really doing more and more like movies, I actually watched them from beginning to end."

"You Yi said, the voice of this artificial intelligence is too nice, woohoo, Ji Rongchen, a dog man, is here to rob me of money again."

"Love you, love you, husband, I love you, buy, buy, buy, I will buy whatever you give."

"I knew it was a smart handle, but I didn't expect it to be so smart that it would even provide swearing services! Intellectually, I know that swearing is not good, but every time I scolded people on the Internet, looking back, I always felt that I didn't understand what I had done in my life. Learning to swear, I feel aggrieved. I just love this feature, I love it."

"Sister, me too!"

"Such a high-tech product is only sold for 630? Hhh, I don't know if the research and development costs can be earned back."

"The price is not a problem. I guess they want to make small profits but sell quickly. But the essence is gaudy, and the audience is too small, so they coax female college students. Is Ji Rongchen confused because he is too old? He was quite shrewd before. What happened this time?" Such a thing? I’m afraid it’s not about Waterloo. It’s one o’clock in the afternoon, I’m waiting for a good show.”

You are just old.

Your whole family is older.

Baby Ji is only 28!

And it looks younger than 25! ! !

Qiao Yu's eyes were wide open, and he changed into a trumpet angrily, and fought online with these yin and yang sour lemons.

After scolding, he used the calculator to tap the funds that he could withdraw at will now, calculated the accounts, and wanted to make an appointment for [-] units.

After all, she is her little lover, so she should support her no matter what.

As a result, I was dumbfounded when I clicked on the official link.

An ID number can only reserve one.

???

As for being so extreme?

What to do if you are publicly executed.

Although Ji Rongchen is very good at making money, who can't meet the unexpected.If you do this so badly, you will have no choice but to make it look better.

Qiao Yu clicked on WeChat and privately poked Ji Baobei who hadn't seen anyone since he woke up.

-QIAO:

[You are so confident in yourself? ! ]

A screenshot of the purchase limit interface is attached below.

I don't know if Ji Rongchen is busy or not, but it's a second reply, or voice.

"worry about me?"

Low and gentle.

Just listening to the voice, Qiao Yu could imagine how bright Ji Rongchen's smile was.

"hetui."

-QIAO:

[(猫猫rolling eyes.jpg)]

-Ji Baby:

[(rua cat head.jpg)]

[fine]

Ji Rongchen conducted a lot of market research in advance, and the number of people who are able to buy and need to do so far exceeds expectations, because many people are lonely, and those who are lonely and will actively ask others for help are the minority.

-QIAO:

[line 8]

After sending, Qiao Yu looked at the phone again.

There is nothing to say, but I just want to stare at the chat interface for no reason.

After a burst of "typing" on the top of the screen, a message from Ji Rongchen came over.

[I won't be going back at noon, I'm going to hold a new product launch conference]

Qiao Yu raised her eyebrows, no wonder the background sound was a little noisy.

-QIAO:

[it is good]

-Ji Baby:

[What are you going to do deliciously]

Qiao Yu glanced at it:

[? ]

[are you free?What are you talking about?]

-Ji Baby:

[busy]

[miss you too]

-QIAO:

[Verbal harassment Jin. Lord, a yellow card warning! ]

-Ji Baby:

[Surrender, I surrender]

[gone]

Qiao Yu lay on the sofa, tilted her head, put her index finger and thumb on her lips, and pressed down on the raised corners of her mouth.

Indifference.jpg

-QIAO:

[Let's go, let's go (waving impatiently.jpg)]

Ji Rongchen didn't return, Qiao Yu put down his phone, leaned his head on the back of the sofa, and shook Jiojio, paralyzed by the leisurely salted fish, with white hands rolling around his chest, looking thoughtful.

After shaking for a few minutes, he got up neatly, got up and went to the kitchen to make some sweet and sour pork with pineapple and two cold dishes.

The stewed rice was put into the lunch box one by one, and two big "thank you" were written on the rice with the sauce.

Ji Baobei treats him well, and he treats him well.

Closing the transparent cover, Qiao Yu stood in front of the cooking table with her hips on her hips and examined her work.

The red meat and the green vegetables complement each other and complement each other. There are meat and vegetables, balanced nutrition, perfect~

While it was still early, Qiao Yu put on his peaked cap, put the boxed lunch into a thermal bag, took a taxi and rushed to Ji's Group.

From a distance, one can see people coming and going downstairs of the towering high-end office building, nanny cars with the logo of the TV station and various expensive private cars lined up in an orderly manner.

Pushing down the hat again, Qiao Yu quickly stepped into the hall.

After receiving the news, Special Assistant Wu rushed over, and the two looked at each other across the air, like secret agents, tacitly pretending not to know each other until they entered the stairwell.

Xiao Wu took the thermos bag from Qiao Yu's hand, his eyes were bright, and he was beaming with joy: "There are still seats in the lecture hall, Mr. Qiao, let's go together, if Mr. Ji knows that you are bringing him meals under the sun, you are still watching him from the audience." , must be very happy."

"Maybe all employees in our company will have to pay bonuses."

Qiao Yu muttered in a low voice, "Then let's say goodbye."

Xiao Wu didn't hear clearly: "Huh?"

Turning around and forcing out a innocent and harmless smile, Qiao Yu waved at him: "Thank you for your hard work, I'll go back first, there are too many reporters here."

Xiao Wu glanced outside: "Yes, Mr. Qiao, pay attention to safety on the road, remember to watch the live broadcast, the press conference will be broadcast live on the whole network."

As he spoke, he raised his hand to look at his watch, and said, "It's about to start."

"Uh-huh."

Qiao Yu took out her mobile phone: "Go and do your work, I'll watch it right away."

Only then did Xiao Wu hold the lunch box, and walked away step by step, looking at Qiao Yu's phone, as if wishing he could help him log into the live broadcast app.

Qiao Yu shook his head.

Wu Te is good at helping others, but he talks too much.

He also kowtowed on the hin of cp kowtow.

After sitting in the taxi, Qiao Yu clicked into the live broadcast platform of the press conference that Xiao Wu mentioned.

It seemed that it had already begun, and the scene was quiet.

It was dark all around, and the LED demonstration screen in the middle was a Beijing-style courtyard house with a sense of the times. In the silence, there were footsteps from far to near.

/ Time is rushing, words are insincere, what is left behind by time /

Accompanied by the opening tune of a familiar piece of music, there was a "squeak", and the big knuckle-knuckles gripped the handle with dark red rust, and the man with the crew cut opened the door with his mobile phone between his shoulders.

The moment the phone was connected, the middle-aged man unconsciously raised the corners of his drooping eyes, and a bright smile appeared on his bland face:

"Hey, it's me, Xiaohu."

"Oh, you."

"How is your boy? Are you off work? Let's have a blackout together."

"Still in black? How can I have time, let's not talk about it, I went to change my son's diaper."

Qiao Yu's eyelashes fluttered slightly. So there was another version of the ad?

"Dudu..."

During the busy tone of the phone, the background music reaches the high morning part.

/A young man wants to buy sweet-scented osmanthus wine, but there is nothing left to worry about leaving others, and no one left his confidant and old friends/

The middle-aged man on the screen put away his mobile phone, took out a cigarette from his jacket, blocked the fire, lit it with a lighter, leaned against the wall, and exhaled a smoke ring.

The picture flashed back, and there were a few children surrounded by an old-fashioned big-head computer, or they were scratching their heads anxiously at the characters on the computer, or they were standing with their elbows on the edge of the table.

The game on the computer is a role-playing stand-alone game of the 95 version with rough picture quality.

"Happiness is very simple when I was young. DOS games don't have frame-by-frame high-definition picture quality, nor epic plots, but they can easily reap happiness."

"When we grow up, we all change, become busy, become busy, and become less together and more apart."

The sound fell, and the lights came on at the right time.

Ji Rongchen, in a suit and leather shoes, walked to the display screen, with a tall and straight figure, a face like a knife, and three-dimensional and profound features. His eyes calmly explained the design concept of Yue·Ai and his understanding of the game.

The people at the scene were silent.

The middle-aged people whose memories were evoked before the live broadcast also resonated, the number of bullet screens decreased, and there were more long, long speeches.

"Help, when the prelude to "Youth Tour" started, my scalp felt numb and my whole body trembled. The sense of substitution was too strong."

"Forever "Journey to the Sword Immortal", forever old friend."

"It's been a long time, and there's never been a game like "Journey to the Sword Immortal". It made me keep track of my progress all the time, and made me cry heartbreakingly because I couldn't save Ji Ling'er in the Lonely Cold Mountain level."

"The people in the game make several years of promises to go to their respective destiny, and we are also carried by the torrent of life and stumble towards the future. It is a bit sad, but maybe this is the normal state of life. When fate comes, we get together, and when fate goes away, we get separated."

"This smart handle contains classic DOS games, right? Don't talk about it, buy it."

Qiao Yu had never played the game they were talking about, but he was relieved to see such a good response online.

However, the discordant voice has not disappeared, and there is a growing trend.

"Hehe, listening to capitalists talk about their feelings is like a cat crying for a mouse, fake compassion."

"The wjby capitalists are always capitalists. Your feelings are just a means to squeeze wool under the packaging of Ji Rongchen, a group of leeks that have been cut off obediently."

There is a real-time transaction volume display interface in the upper right corner of the live broadcast platform, and the rapid growth rate has begun to slow down.

Depend on.

Baby Ji rush to me!

Qiao Yu squeezed his palms, with a serious expression on his small face, and gave Jin Cancan and Gao Fan red envelopes to help him buy them with their ID cards. Just as he was about to start another group, he saw that the wind direction in the comment area had changed:

"Life should be wasted on things you like, and so is money."

"Ji Rongchen can produce, and other companies can also produce. We are willing to pay for our feelings."

"Yes, don't spend your money, don't gossip."

"Slightly slightly slightly, feel free to be sour, anyway, I will spend money for him."

The number of orders, which had been slowing down, surged rapidly, reaching 10 million in just 1000 minutes, and then remained unchanged.

At the new product launch event, Ji Rongchen glanced at the counting board, got up and left the seat: "Thank you for the support from all walks of life. To ensure the quality of later services, only 1000 million units will be sold, and the sales window is now closed."

"After the settlement, Yue·Ai will use half of the proceeds to establish the 630 Children's Rights Protection Fund."

The reporters at the scene whispered their praises one after another, and Ji Rongchen's fans were even more uneasy:

"Scrape the wool of your dreams!"

"Hahahaha, just now I was so angry that I couldn't slap my face! I just asked you if it hurts, does it hurt?"

A well-dressed female reporter with light makeup put the microphone in front of Ji Rongchen: "Hi, Mr. Ji, I am a reporter from China Television, thank you for your promotion of social welfare activities."

Ji Rongchen nodded slightly.

"May I ask if the number 630 has any special meaning?"

As if thinking of something, Ji Rongchen, who has always been aloof and indifferent, suddenly tilted his head and smiled: "6.30, the birthday of my family's Lord Jin."