Small tits, he is a Yan Zhi anchor

After saying goodbye to the two of them, Wu Queque went upstairs first.

Lu Xinghan opened the car door, suddenly turned to Lu Zeyu and said, "Go buy a cup of milk tea."

"The kind that Wu Queque just drank."

Lu Zeyu was stunned for a while before he realized that his brother wanted to make up for the milk tea that Que Que had just thrown away.

"Tsk, I haven't seen you buy me another copy before..."

Lu Zeyu muttered softly, and the moment Lu Xinghan looked over, he straightened his expression and said, "Okay, I'll send it over in a while."

Well, there is a legitimate reason to chat with Que Que.

Lu Zeyu thought to himself.

It was time for dinner, but Wu Yue was not in the office.

Wu Que nested into the sofa and opened the magic music live broadcast software.

Noon is the peak time for food live broadcasts such as eating and broadcasting.

Wu Queque's fingers paused for a few seconds on the delicious food on the screen, and quickly slid away.

He unconsciously remembered the taro milk tea he hadn't finished.

As long as he has something to eat, he will definitely watch these live broadcasts.

Not long after scrolling down, Wu Queque noticed the game live broadcast among a group of gourmet live broadcasts.

Popularity is still quite high.

Are you playing games?

Wu Queque clicked into the live broadcast room.

The anchor's name is Fu Xing.

It should be Fu Bank on the same floor as him.

The page buffered for a few seconds, and the game interface appeared.

The live broadcast connects two perspectives, one is the perspective of the anchor, and the other is the perspective of a bystander.

The barrage brushes quickly.

[Brother Fu, hurry up, reach the opposite team and call Dad]

[Is the opposing team out of their minds?]

【Don't talk to silly X】

……

Opposite team?Conflict?

Wu Queque was a little curious, and watched the bullet screen carefully for a while before she figured out what happened.

Fu Xing has always been a lone wolf in playing games, and he usually doesn't form a team when he meets people in the game.

Not long after the show started today, I met a girl who asked to form a team.

Fu Xing ignored the request to form a team, but the girl was relentless and followed Fu Xing carelessly, unable to shake her off no matter what.

You have to pay if you don't shoot the girl, otherwise she would have died thousands of times.

But that's not the end of the matter.

After a while, the girl was knocked down and bled.

Fu Xing pretended not to see it, and just as he was about to leave, a person rushed out to stop him.Cursingly saying that Fu Xing hooked up with his girlfriend.

With a dark face, Fu Xing directly killed him and left.

But the other party opened up, miraculously survived, and even found a team of people to besiege Fu Xing.

And now, Fu Xing was facing that group of people head-on.

[There are wonderful flowers every year, especially this year. 】

【Capital speechless】

【Brother Fu didn't have a good start today】

……

Wu Queque clicked on Fu Xing's perspective, watching him neatly harvest a head with a single shot.

After a while, there was only one girl left on the opposing team who had been following him.

"Brother, let him go, he promises not to follow you."

A pretentious female voice suddenly came from the temporary chat box.

"Brother, don't you kill girls?"

"Fuck"

Fu Xing's low, slightly irritated voice came from the earphones.

After a few seconds, the voice sounded again.

"Restart the round."

Wu Queque watched the figure controlled by Fu Xing walk towards the girl.

When he walked across from her, Zilei ended the game.

【You are dead】

Four big words appeared on the screen with a ten-second countdown.

Fu Xing went back without clicking, and only smiled when he saw the system prompting that "Little Rabbit" was accidentally injured and died.

I finally felt a little more at ease.

[Fu Ge beef beer]

【awesome】

[Laughed to death, comfortable]

[Fu Ge: I didn't kill you, you were accidentally injured]

……

Holding the phone, Wu Queque agreed inwardly.Just about to send a barrage, there was a rhythmic knock on the door.

"Please come in."

Lu Zeyu opened the door with a cup of milk tea.

"Well, milk tea, my brother's compensation for you."

Lu Zeyu handed over the milk tea.

Wu Queque's eyes lit up, and her affection for Lu Xinghan in her heart was UPUPUP again, as if she had the tendency to become Lu Xinghan's diehard fan.

"Does Queque like watching live broadcasts?"

Lu Zeyu sat down beside him.

"Well, it's okay."

Wu Queque showed him the screen of the mobile phone, and at the same time skillfully dismantled the straw and inserted it into the milk tea.

Take a sip, the rich aroma of milk tea instantly fills the whole mouth, and the distinct grains of pearls and coconuts roll in the mouth.

Wu Queque squinted her eyes contentedly, picked up the milk tea and took another big sip.

It's so delicious.

Lu Zeyu watched him secretly, roaring wildly in his heart.

Ah ah ah ah ah

How can there be such a good-looking person?

He can lick this color for a lifetime!

"It's very delicious, thank you, and Lu... your brother."

"You're welcome, as long as you like it."

Lu Zeyu maintained his superficial composure, but actually his heart was in full bloom.

I was praised by the beautiful sparrow!

The two of them didn't talk for a while, Wu Yue opened the door and came back.

She obviously recognized Lu Zeyu, saw him stunned for a few seconds, and then smiled.

"Second Young Master."

Lu Zeyu nodded, got up and bid farewell to the two of them and left.

"How do you know Er Shao?"

Wu Yue asked while putting down the bag.

Wu Queque answered her with a cup of milk tea, "I met you at dinner today."

"Just you two?"

Wu Queque shook her head, "There are also Ji Cha and Mr. Lu."

President Lu?

Wu Yue paused slightly, she raised her head, recalling that this morning He Feng called her to tell her that Wu Queque was fine.

and also……

On the night of the company meeting, He Feng also called to tell her that Wu Queque was staying at the hotel.

"What color bathrobe is Mr. Lu wearing?"

Wu Yue asked coldly.

Wu Queque was taken aback, and immediately recalled the clothes Lu Xinghan wore after he came out of the bathroom last night.

"light grey?"

Wu Yue gasped.

She was just thinking wildly and wanted to test it out, but she didn't expect to find out a big secret.

After being surprised, Wu Yue frowned again.

I've never heard that Mr. Lu has a date. Mr. Lu doesn't just want to play with Queque, does he?

Wu Queque chewed on the pearl seriously, watching Fu Xing's live broadcast, completely oblivious to Wu Yue's silence.

"What can you do with me?"

After a while, Wu Queque threw away the empty milk tea cup, turned off the phone and asked.

Wu Yue stopped his wandering thoughts, pulled out a document from the desktop and handed it to him.

"...This is the specific content of the new anchor contest, please take a closer look."

Wu Queque took the file and opened it, and saw the bolded activity time at a glance.

June 6th - July 17th.

June 6 is three days away.

"Quite fast."

As Wu Queque said, he looked carefully at the competition format and precautions.

After Wu Yue handed him the document, he began to wander around the world again, without even hearing Wu Queque's questioning.

After a few minutes, Wu Yue asked with mixed feelings: "What do you think of Mr. Lu?"

Without raising her head, Wu Queque replied without hesitation: "He is super nice."

It’s over.

Wu Yue took another breath.

Although she didn't know much about Lu Xinghan, she could clearly feel that Mr. Lu was not a good talker.

The company's new employee regulations...

Thinking of this, Wu Yue raised his head again and looked at Wu Queque, who was wearing a short white T-shirt.

Discrimination?