Small transparent live room

Jiang Fengyue looked at Qin Yun's text message on the phone, and could imagine the woman's serious and focused expression when typing, and felt a little cute for no reason.

Her good mood throughout the day was brought to her by Qin Yun, and then it was ruined by some ignorant guy. For example, she received another text message right after: [Your father is in my hands. Bring 50 here, or I'll chop off his fingers! ]

Jiang Fengyue's face immediately darkened.

[Although chop it, remember to send it to me after chopping it. ]

She waited for a while after sending this text message, and there was a strange call on her mobile phone. Jiang Fengyue wanted to block it directly, but hesitated for a second, before answering it.

A hoarse man's voice came from the receiver, the voice was like the sandy wind blowing from the driest desert, old and eager, it made Jiang Fengyue's eardrums ache, "Yueyue! Yueyue, save Dad! Dad begs you, Yueyue!"

Jiang Fengyue frowned deeply, with a sneer on her lips, "Jiang Wannian, you still have the guts to fight."

"Yueyue! Yueyue, listen to me!" Jiang Wannian was afraid that Jiang Fengyue would get upset, so he hung up the phone, crying with a headache, "Dad did something wrong before, and Dad is sorry for you! Help me!" Dad! I don't want to die...I don't want to die!"

Jiang Wannian yelled wildly, Jiang Fengyue waited for him to finish his illogical yelling, then plucked his ears and said slowly, "You're looking for death, no one else is to blame." After finishing speaking, he turned off his phone and threw it on the bedside table, scratching his hair impatiently .

Jiang Wannian was Jiang Fengyue's father.

This man was obsessed with gambling in his early years. It was just a small gamble at first, and then he gambled bigger and bigger. Not to mention his loss, he even borrowed a whole lot of usury. In the end, he was so anxious to lose that he almost took Jiang Fengyue and her mother to do it. Fortunately, Jiang's mother noticed something was wrong and called the police in time, otherwise the mother and daughter would not know what would happen.

Jiang's mother persuaded this man many times. At one time, he knelt on the ground and swore that he would repent, and begged his wife not to leave him. Divorced, and brought Jiang Fengyue to escape that hell.

Jiang Wannian had some remnants of conscience back then. He really regretted it for a few days and worked honestly to pay off his debts. Even Jiang’s mother thought that his prodigal son would turn back. Ex-wife, threats and intimidation, in short, if they don't get money, Jiang Fengyue and her mother's life will be confused and uneasy. After Jiang Fengyue is ten years old, this man is what Jiang Fengyue is most afraid of. My only birthday wish is for this man to be killed by a car as soon as possible.

In order to avoid this man, Jiang's mother took Jiang Fengyue to move again and again. After hiding for 20 years, Jiang Wannian finally gradually disappeared in the world of their mother and son. They all thought that this man had died at the gambling table. , Who would have thought that he was still alive.

If Jiang Wannian hadn't visited Jiang Fengyue once, Jiang Fengyue would not have remembered what this man looked like, but she would never forget the days when she and her mother hid in Tibet every day, and the frightened look in her mother's eyes when she heard the knock on the door. I can't forget the scene when she came home from school that day, and a few strong men dragged her mother's hair out.

Jiang Fengyue thought viciously, why is this man still alive? Only when he dies can his life be truly liberated. If he lives for a day, only he and his mother are disgusting.

Because of Jiang Wannian's phone call, Jiang Fengyue didn't fall asleep all night again. She sat cross-legged on the bed, staring indifferently at the dark window, watching the sky slowly turn from deep black to misty gray, and then... Slowly whitening, and finally the light of the rising sun.

The birds that live in the trees are the first to wake up, and they are busy flying back and forth among the trees, and they keep singing, breaking the air that has been silent all night.

Noisy.Jiang Fengyue covered her head with the quilt, closed her sore eyes, and fell asleep in a daze.

After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, Jiang Fengyue heard someone knocking on the door in her dream, lifted the quilt angrily, rubbed her eyes and woke up, only to realize that someone was really knocking on the door. She went to open the door with her slippers on, and was caught by a The woman covered in perfume embraced her.

"Why didn't you answer my call!" The perfume woman shook Jiang Fengyue's shoulders. Jiang Fengyue was already lacking in sleep, and she was dizzy when she shook her head. She finally escaped her clutches. She supported her forehead, her eyes were still half-closed of.

"I didn't hear, what are you doing here?" Jiang Fengyue leaned close to the sofa, hugged the pillow and wanted to continue sleeping, when the perfume woman suddenly yelled into her ears: "Jiang Fengyue! Wake me up!"

Jiang Fengyue felt that her eardrums had been shattered, she covered her ears and woke up completely, opened her eyes and said helplessly, "Tian Kexin, you came here to disturb people's dreams?"

"Hehehe." Tian Kexin smiled and squeezed to Jiang Fengyue's side, "Isn't this afraid of you changing your mind?"

Jiang Fengyue raised her forehead, "No, Mr. Tian's family has a great career, what's the matter without me?"

"You are the only one missing! With so many eyes staring at me, if I don't want to come here again, I don't know who will poach you." Tian Kexin put his hips on his hips and stared fiercely at Jiang Fengyue, "When will you take up the post in the company? A correct word!"

"I have to rest for a few days..."

"Take a break!" Tian Kexin raised his eyebrows and said angrily, "You'll grow hair if you rest again, you know? Look at the circle of flesh on your stomach!"

Jiang Fengyue has always been very concerned about her figure. Hearing this, she really bowed her head, lifted up her pajamas and carefully observed her stomach. Fortunately, the vest line that she worked so hard to practice was still there. She patted her stomach with satisfaction— —Just pointing at this seduce little girl.

"Hey, let's talk about the little beauty you mentioned on Weibo a few days ago, how is it going?" Tian Kexin winked at Jiang Fengyue and asked again.

Qin Yun's face appeared in Jiang Fengyue's mind at that time, but she still asked knowingly, "What little beauty?"

"Still pretending to be with me?" Tian Kexin twisted Jiang Fengyue's arm, "You posted your own Weibo the day your car broke down!"

"Oh—you said her..." Jiang Fengyue pretended to be suddenly enlightened, then shrugged, "It's not that good."

"Not so good? You, Jiang Fengyue, still have time to miss?" Tian Kexin's gossip spirit was burning, and he asked while the iron was hot: "Could it be that the little beauty doesn't like women?"

"That's right, I don't have the thing she likes, okay?" Jiang Fengyue felt agitated for no reason, raked her hair impatiently twice, got up and went to the bathroom to wash up.

"Hey, hey, don't go! When can we start work? Can you tell me?" Tian Kexin yelled behind her.

With a toothbrush in her mouth, Jiang Fengyue slurred and shouted, "Tomorrow!"

"Is this what you said? Don't go back on your word!"

Jiang Fengyue rinsed her mouth with tap water after brushing her teeth, spit out the mouthwash before saying, "It's the grandson who regrets it."

Tian Kexin got Jiang Fengyue's promise, and left contentedly.

Jiang Fengyue has been in the society for so many years, plus the various manuscript fees and royalties for writing articles these years, her savings are enough for her to live the rest of her life without worrying about food and clothing, and she can even squander a little, so she doesn't have to go out She couldn't work, but she never dared to be a full-time professional writer.

Unstable income is secondary, Jiang Fengyue is very afraid of being alone.

She likes to be lively, to have a lot of people, and to chat with people. Even when she writes, she has to be accompanied by a stranger she doesn't know.Let her not go out for ten and a half months, facing a wall every day, she thinks she will go crazy.

After resting for such a long time, it's time to go out and meet the living. Jiang Fengyue stretched her waist and thought lightly, she can't give up the whole garden for a little beauty she can't eat, right?

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Qin Yun didn't sleep well last night, and got up late today. He just arrived at the company, and several people in the office had been whispering together for a long time. She didn't have the habit of interjecting, so she said good morning to her colleagues and sat down Do your own thing at your own desk and don't participate in it.

A colleague who came later than her saw that everyone was chatting enthusiastically, immediately joined the topic, and asked enthusiastically, "What's the matter of chatting so much?"

"You don't know? The company is going to have a new marketing director, and he will take office tomorrow!"

"No way? Hasn't that seat been vacant for a while? Sister Wang has been acting as an agent, hasn't she become a regular yet?"

"No," said the woman opposite Qin Yun mysteriously: "I just passed by Sister Wang's office to take a look, tsk tsk tsk, her face is almost green with anger!"

"If you want me, I will be angry too. The duck that I got was snatched by airborne. Can you not be angry?"

Several people chatted for a while, gradually dispersed, and started to work.

Qin Yun didn't participate in their chat, and he heard the general idea, but he didn't have much reaction—at least not as much reaction as those few people.The leaders at the top are the same no matter who they are, Qin Yun doesn't have any big ambitions, he just makes a living.

Going home at night, live broadcast as usual, different from usual, this time there is a little more anticipation, because just last night, she and Xinyue Junxi have been "netizens" who have not interfered with each other for so many years, and they had an intersection for the first time .

How should I behave when Xinyue Junxi goes online later?Keep silent and pretend to be calm as usual?No, no, we've chatted, no matter what you say, you have to say hello, otherwise it would be too impolite, but would it be too abrupt to say hello, what should I do if I scare people?

Qin Yun usually starts the live broadcast at [-] o'clock in the evening, and Xinyue Junxi always goes online at [-] o'clock. Qin Yun opened the live broadcast and waited for Xinyue Junxi to go online. His heart was beating wildly, and he couldn't concentrate on writing at all. It's all suffering.

Qin Yun counted the seconds and passed an hour. The pleasant reminder to enter the room appeared on the lower right corner of the desktop on time. She raised her heart to her throat and cleared her throat before turning on the microphone. Suppressing the tension in her heart, she spoke softly. Said: "Come?"

After she finished speaking, she regretted it, what if the heart is happy and ignores herself?Wouldn't it be embarrassing to death?

Fortunately, Xinyue Junxi sent a barrage a few seconds later: [Here we come. ]

Qin Yun's hanging heart suddenly fell back into her stomach. She took a deep breath, thought about her virtue just now, and laughed softly, forgetting that the Mai hadn't been turned off yet.

The little anchor's laughter went straight into Jiang Fengyue's ears, like a feather gently scratching, tickling one's appetite, and like a thin string tied to the heart, pulling vaguely, she The apex of my heart trembled, and I tapped the keyboard in a mysterious way and sent another barrage: [Your voice is so nice. ]

The barrage drifted across the computer screen slowly, Qin Yungang's calm heart jumped up again, his eyes wandered following the barrage out of the screen, and he said after a while, "Thank you." Then he turned off the microphone quickly, his face burning It has to burn fast.

Qin Yun didn't know why he was so nervous, but a netizen who had never met before, even the identity information filled in the account was probably fake, why did that person just say such a flattering compliment that he was already so beautiful that he couldn't find his way ?Qin Yun secretly spurned himself, how old is he, do he really think he is a young girl Huaichun?Besides, she never had such feelings for anyone even when she was a girl.

No, if you say no, there is actually one—Jiang Feng Yuhuo.

Qin Yun remembered that he was the same way when he first read Jiang Feng Yuhuo's words, his heart was beating wildly, and he unconsciously imagined the appearance of a handsome young man.At that time, she hadn't got rid of the secondary syndrome, and for a while, she really felt that she was falling in love with Jiang Feng Yuhuo through Jiang Feng Yuhuo's book.

When a person realizes that she is in secondary school, her secondary disease has passed, just like Qin Yun realized that Jiang Feng Yuhuo in her heart was just a fictional character made up by her brain, and according to the time when Jiang Fengyuhuo wrote the book Calculation and comparison with male colleagues of the same age in the company, well, he should be a 35-year-old man who is starting to show a beer belly...

Uh... Qin Yun shivered and shook his head, put aside all messy thoughts and started writing.

Jiang Fengyue continued to listen carefully for a while, wanting to hear more of the sound of the little anchor scratching in her heart like a cat's paw, but after waiting for a long time there was no movement, so she guessed that the person had probably turned off the microphone.She knocked on the table in disappointment and began to type.

Jiang Fengyue's hands were fast, and his thinking happened to be smooth. It only took about an hour and a half for the [-]-word long update. After checking it, there were no typos, so he uploaded it to set the publication time.The anchor's provocative chuckle was still wafting from her ears.With such a catchy voice, will the writing be the same as the voice?On a whim, Jiang Fengyue clicked on the little anchor's column, wanting to read the novel she was writing.