Small tits, he is a Yan Zhi anchor

The New Anchor Contest is divided into three stages, and each stage lasts nine days.The remaining three days are the trimming and ranking announcement stage after the end of each stage.

There were more than 800 participants in the new anchor contest.

The format of the first stage of the game is live broadcast.

From 6:17 on June [-]th, the comprehensive popularity value of each anchor will be recorded.The comprehensive popularity value is composed of three parts, votes, number of viewers of the live broadcast and reward income of the live broadcast.

In each stage, the participating anchors will live broadcast at least 4 times and live broadcast at most 9 times.After the end of the first stage, the top ten rankings will be recommended for three days on the software homepage.

Wu Queque closed the document and sighed with her chin: "The competition is fierce."

Wu Yue didn't respond.

Wu Queque looked up and found that Wu Yue was staring at him in a daze.

"how?"

Wu Queque was puzzled.

Wu Yue came back to his senses, hesitated for a few seconds, and asked, "Have you met Mr. Lu when you returned to the company?"

"I'll see you in the underground garage last. Mr. Lu gave me a ride."

Wu Queque said, leaning on the sofa.

After a while, he jumped up as quickly as if his feet were hot.

"200 yuan!"

He forgot to wear formal clothes.

Wu Yue was originally worried and full of various speculations, but now seeing Wu Queque wandering around the office in frustration, he couldn't help but curl his lips again.

"Sneak back?"

It stands to reason that if Mr. Lu doesn't bump into him, he won't be deducted from his salary.

Wu Queque stopped in her tracks, thinking that this was a solution.

He took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Lu Zeyu, a new friend he added today.

Lu Zeyu is in the office, under the urging of his brother, dizzily analyzing various data sheets.

Suddenly, the screen of the mobile phone that was put aside lit up.

Lu Zeyu peeked at Lu Xinghan who was seriously reading the document, and moved his body to read the news.

Queque: Is President Lu in the office?

Lu Zeyu couldn't help but glance at Lu Xinghan again, and moved his body to the phone again.He opened the data sheet and covered his right hand.

"Sit down."

As soon as his right hand touched the phone, Lu Xinghan's deep and indifferent voice came, and Lu Zeyu's hand trembled, almost touching the phone to the ground.

"Well, bro, I'm going to the bathroom."

Lu Xinghan stopped looking at the documents, and he looked up at Lu Zeyu.

Lu Zeyu panicked slightly, and unconsciously avoided his gaze.

When he was nervous, Lu Xinghan lowered his head to look at the documents again.

This is the default now.

Lu Zeyu picked up his mobile phone, walked out of the office calmly, and jumped up excitedly as soon as he went out.

Finally, you can stay away from that pile of data sheets.

He couldn't hide a smile on his face, and while walking to the bathroom, he replied to Wu Queque's message.

Lu Zeyu: in

Lu Zeyu: What's the matter?

Wu Queque kept staring at the phone, and when she saw the news, she said goodbye to Wu Yue and rushed out of the office.

After all, his wages really couldn't stand deductions, let alone two hundred deductions at a time.

Queque has been living until now, and it is only during this time that she is the poorest.

Wu Queque: I'm not wearing formal clothes.

Lu Zeyu understood, maybe it was because he watched Queque's live broadcast and had another meal together, he was completely unaware of the issue of clothing.

His brother, probably didn't notice either.

However, when Queque was in trouble, Zeyu supported him.

Lu Zeyu "sacrificed himself generously" and decided to go back and help Queque keep an eye on his brother at the risk of being arrested and continue to look at the data sheet.

Lu Xinghan was reading documents when he suddenly received a text message from He Feng.Before he opened it, he caught sight of a sneaky black figure approaching the office from the corner of his eye.

It was Lu Zeyu.

Lu Xinghan frowned, and just as he was about to let him in, he saw He Feng's message.

One person used an anonymous account to report that Wu Queque had a legitimate relationship with the company's upper management.

There are also pictures.

Lu Xinghan can recognize it without turning it on, it's his car.

It should have been taken at noon today.

Do not care.

After Lu Xinghan replied briefly, he turned off his phone, got up and opened the door.

Ten minutes later, there was a discussion in the development department on the fifth floor.

The door was suddenly pushed open, and Lu Zeyu, who was guilty of treachery, was taken aback. Before he could speak, he heard Lu Xinghan's order.

"Finish the data analysis."

Today's elevator is jammed and slow.

Wu Queque waited for half a minute and found that the elevator was still on the second floor, so she immediately turned around and went down the stairs.

But Wenxuan stopped him on the fifth floor.

"I saw it all."

Wen Xuan folded his arms, with a complacent expression, as if he was completely in control.

But Wu Queque was not in the mood to break up with him.

"Is it okay to go back and talk about something? I have something to do now."

Wenxuan didn't believe him, only thought he was making excuses.

"You didn't hide it from me. I not only saw it, but also took a picture."

"Didi"

The phone rang.

Wu Queque looked down and saw the message from Lu Zeyu.

Lu Zeyu: My brother just took the elevator downstairs.

Wu Queque was shocked, and couldn't help becoming more anxious.

"I'm really in a hurry to go back now, can you find me again at another time?"

Wen Xuan didn't speak.

Wu Queque didn't wait for him to answer, and wanted to bypass him and continue downstairs, but Wen Xuan's sharp eyes quickly stopped her.

"I don't believe you, you must want to escape."

Wu Queque rolled her eyes, paused for a second or two and said, "Then you come with me, we'll go talk elsewhere."

Wenxuan agreed immediately, and was about to drag him to take the elevator.

"You let go—"

It was rare for Wu Queque to get angry, and before she finished speaking, she raised her head and met Lu Xinghan's eyes.

The small flame that had just sprouted in the bottom of my heart was quickly extinguished again.

Ah ah

Wu Queque seemed to see him waving his hand, and gradually moved away from his two hundred yuan.

"Deduct two hundred."

Sure enough, an indifferent voice rang in his ears.

Wu Queque lowered her head sadly, her jet-black hair neatly hanging down by her side.

Lu Xinghan glanced at his annoyed and depressed expression from the corner of his eye, and some complicated emotions surged in his heart.

The little monster has just arrived and is unfamiliar with the place where he lived, so he probably has no savings.

While thinking, Lu Xinghan's footsteps paused slightly, and then quickly returned to normal.

"Is that why you want to go?"

Wenxuan widened his eyes in surprise, "200 yuan?"

Wu Queque glanced at him, expressing that she didn't want to talk to him.

Wenxuan was dumbfounded, "I'll give you 200 yuan, you talk to me."

As he spoke, he took out his mobile phone, called out the payment code, and handed it to Wu Queque.

"unnecessary."

"What do you want to say to me?"

Wu Queque felt that only sweet cakes could soothe his wounded heart at this moment.

He couldn't wait to go back to the dormitory and look for Ji Chacha.

Wenxuan called out the photo, "I saw you at noon today. In the garage."

Wu Queque nodded, motioning for him to continue.

Wen Xuan looked at him without any panic, and was a little dazed.

He found the photo he took again, and confronted Wu Queque.

"I took a picture."

"You, a new anchor, get out of the tens of millions of cars, what will the netizens think when they find out?"

"what?"

Wu Queque let out a sound of surprise, her beautiful peach eyes lit up.

Just as Wen Xuan wanted to continue talking and threaten him with photos, he heard him ask again: "Tens of millions of cars?"

There was a deep sense of surprise and...envy in his tone?