I'm a doll at my ex-boyfriend's house

The live broadcast room is located in the large living room on the first floor of the villa, with a huge area, simple decoration and excellent facilities.

Along the wall is a piece of wooden display racks, all of which are recommended by Mo Mo, a dazzling array.

In front of the huge two-person workbench, there is a highly professional 4K ultra-clear camera, diffuse reflection beauty lights, and a set of expensive 720P image repair equipment, which are quite top-level configurations.

Off camera, the assistant desks on both sides are busy.

The assistant lady put away tonight's product preview, pulled out a long special blocking attention word, and was always ready for one-stop service of blocking, blocking, and kicking out of the live broadcast room.

Because there are guests, two sets of mobile phones and pads are set up on both sides of the anchor station.

The mobile phone allows the anchor to know the real live broadcast effect at all times, while the pad is a reminder, and an interactive board for messages, which will capture keywords and product matching, and assign them to the anchor and guests for interaction.

At this time, the broadcast has not yet started, and there are already many fans in the live broadcast room to promote "Half Carrot", some even nakedly pulling people.

Suka, a country fish who has never seen the world, was amazed.

Mo Mo lowered his eyes, looking at the message drifting by, his breath was short of breath.

【shameless!How dare you come out and broadcast it! 】

[Without radishes, let's see how many days you can dance! 】

[I've never seen such a vicious woman like you, you almost ruined the carrot! 】

[He gave you three years of glory, and you returned him with dirty water and stinky ink! 】

【Don't you say you're going to die?still alive? 】

[Bad girl, whoever buys your things will be unlucky, bah! 】

A huge wave of malice and a tsunami rushed towards us.

Mo Mo's hand pressing on the desk trembled slightly, and shrank a little to avoid Su Ka's eyes.

The moment she turned and fled, Suka grabbed her wrist, "Don't you understand the meaning of this live broadcast?"

Suka looked around and pulled the eye shadow palette. The two looked like they were researching products against each other. "Your studio, dig three feet to help you find guests, and the staff didn't neglect at all."

He paused, and flicked his smooth and full fingertips on the eye shadow box, "The brand you are working with is now facing huge risks. What are they planning? If you run away, three years of hard work will be a joke, and you will give it to dogs and men for nothing." Congratulations. But, have you ever thought that under such circumstances, if you can still buy good things, then all the lies of carrots will be self-defeating."

"I understand, but I can't do it!" Mo Mo almost lay on the table, "I just want to get out of here quickly."

After half a year of madness, I was deeply immersed in a premeditated attack, and my confidence was shattered into dust. This kind of pressure can be imagined.

"Look at them, you can do it." Suka's fingers started from the technicians on the left and turned to the busy girls in the backstage.

"Look, no one around you asks you to persevere. They are just silently preparing to fight to the death and resign themselves to fate. Don't ignore the power of silence. If you give up completely, how will you get unknown support?"

The silver bright electronic lights of the live countdown are reset to zero one by one.

There seemed to be a storm in Mo Mo's mind, and he slowly withdrew his hand, "Can I try? Can I still... hold on?"

"My manager said that when someone slaps malice on the screen, you'll be mad at him and slap him in the face." Su Ka seriously framed Emperor Xu.

Mo Mo: "..."

The assistant lady came over to announce that the live broadcast would start soon, and saw two big living people sitting there alive, giggling happily.

Momo nodded at her, thanked her, and then asked that there be no other blocking except advertisements and personal attacks.

Suka took out his precious fish scale, and reluctantly used the power of wishing.

Five, four, three, two, one, let's go!

Momo's state is well controlled. After the simple opening, he immediately enters the first product.

The comments of several shoppers on the pad were quickly washed away by the disturbance.

[The old woman has found an old man to partner with, and she will eat hay instead of young grass. 】

Momo is three years older than "Half Carrot", and is 26 years old with Suka. In the eyes of some young fans, old age is the best point of attack, and they are quickly picked up.

Seeing this, Momo was a little distracted and reported the wrong amount of foundation.

Su Ka was still testing the color on the back of his hand, turning his head to the camera, "How young are you? Are all fertilized eggs typing?"

The bottle cap in Momo's hand fell to the table with a "clack". Fortunately, she was experienced, so she took advantage of the full screen to say hello and introduced it smoothly.

The trolls were a little confused, and quickly organized a second wave of offensive to attack the product.

[It looks like it's been dead for half a year, with an ugly face covered in ink, Zone D. 】

Su Ka raised his eyelids lightly, calmly, "It's another matter of being ugly or not, people's face is given by their parents, I think your face is made by the neighbors!"

The comment area exploded!

Mo Mo held back his laughter until his hands trembled.

The girls at the workbench behind were chattering happily.

Suka looks clean and gentle, but he didn't expect that turning his face is faster than turning a book, it's a quantized turn of his face!

At this time, shoppers who had been tortured by these nympho trolls emerged one after another.

[Little brother is so handsome, I love it! (づ￣3￣)づ╭～】

[Little brother Chinese specialization eight, really intoxicating and moving language! 】

[Momo, come on!ヾ(°°)】

For this kind of thing, when the east wind prevails over the west wind, there will be a lot of dogs who follow the trend to vent their anger. No normal person would bite a dog.

As a result, dozens or even a dozen fans can bring a wave of rhythm.

Suka broke their attempt, who would have thought that the guests would dare to chat with black fans on the live broadcast and spray their skills.

Nima is outrageous!

But it was in this way that the pressure on Mo Mo and the fans was released.

In the comment area, more and more encouragement and blessings were posted, and the bad words and complaints were quickly dispelled.

Heizi won't let it go, splitting words, using emoticons to evade blocking, and personal attacks all over the screen.

Suka smiled and shook his head, "I'm telling you, it's true. Compound Xiaochaijing can't cure your drooping mouth."

The shoppers have a tacit understanding, cooperate with his words, attack the opponent with precision, and don't forget to buy things in the gaps, and their combat effectiveness is over the top.

"Don't just copy and paste, make it look like a low-level creature that relies on infection and reproduction. I am not broadcasting people and nature here."

"Why do you know everything so clearly? Are you Momo's Simmons mattress?"

"Why are you pretending to be a melon eater? If you really think you are Yun, you are not afraid that the young man Runtu will come out at night and stab you?"

Halfway through the live broadcast, the black fans were sprayed by Suka and shopping fans, and soon fell into a disadvantage.

A lot of onlookers poured into the live broadcast room, coming to appreciate Suka's art of stalking people with ease.

And Mo Mo cooperated with him tacitly, and he was able to sell both goods and people. Although he did not return to his peak state, he also achieved good results near the end.

At the moment when the live broadcast ended, Momo didn't wait to thank Suka.

The strength of the fish scales gradually faded, and Suka, who had regained his original gentle personality, slid down from the chair at a loss while covering his hot face.

"I'm screwed now..."