Small tits, he is a Yan Zhi anchor

[Wu Queque]: Everyone, see clearly, this is the truth. //@Future Sniper Wife: Video link

the truth?

Lu Xinghan was puzzled, and when he clicked in, he realized that he was speaking for a hacked anchor.

The little monster is quite kind.

Lu Xinghan thought about putting down his phone and putting on his glasses again.

After a few seconds, he paused.

That host is called... Fu Xing?

Before Fu Xing finished the live broadcast, he found a large number of people who spoke for him pouring into the live broadcast room.

Immediately afterwards, the call from the manager Li Ge came.

"You know Wu Queque? He helped you talk."

Fu Xing was stunned, his ears turned red when he thought of the long-haired boy he had just seen.

"Ah."

he replied in a low voice.

Brother Li didn't ask much, just said: "Go and repost his Weibo, find time to thank him well."

Fu Xing responded again without saying a word.

After hanging up the phone, Fu Xing held the phone and paused, thinking to himself: I should thank him well.

After Wu Queque finished posting on Weibo, she went to Fuxing's live broadcast room for a while, and saw that the situation was okay, so she didn't care about it any more.

Just about to quit Weibo, there was a "ding dong", and another private message came from Weibo.

The person who sent the message was a fan nicknamed [Yueji].

Wu Queque followed her heart and acted bravely. She was in an unusually good mood at the moment.

But this good mood almost completely disappeared after reading the private message.

Yueji: Hello, Queque, I am sorry to bother you.My name is Zhou Yue, and I'm your fan.

……

……

The content is very long, and Wu Queque watched it for three or four minutes before finishing it all.

The fan named Zhou Yue told about her mentally ill nephew: After a year of ineffective intervention, things finally turned around because of his live broadcast.

So she wanted to ask Wu Queque to live broadcast more times for a fee.

As if afraid that Wu Queque would not believe it, Zhou Yue quickly sent a medical certificate and a short video.

The little boy in the video sat silently, turning the wheels of the train boringly and repeatedly, deaf to the music in his ears.Suddenly, his movements stopped, he turned his head to look outside the door, and stood up after a few seconds.

At this time, the music was being interrupted, and the song "Rainy Day" that Wu Queque sang live for the first time was playing.

After the video was played, Wu Queque felt heavy in her heart, and it took her a while to react.

The camera finally captured the little boy's eyes, like a ball of stagnant water, without waves, lifeless, without any feeling of innocence and liveliness.

Those fledgling birds and cubs in Buzhou Mountain are more agile than him.

How did that happen?

Wu Queque quit Weibo to call Wu Yue.

Arranging the live broadcast is not a trivial matter. Even though I really want to help him, I still need to discuss this matter with Sister Yue first.

Wu Yue was in a meeting, but the phone was not connected.

Wu Queque wandered around the room, unable to wait any longer.He quickly changed into his suit and went out to the company.

Zhou Yue is still waiting for his reply.

When going upstairs, Wu Queque bumped into Lu Xinghan again in the elevator.

"Mr. Lu."

Wu Queque greeted him.

Lu Xinghan nodded, and turned around him from the corner of his eye.As soon as he met, he found that Wu Queque was not in a good mood.

"how?"

Lu Xinghan thought for a few seconds, then asked softly.

"Someone asked me for help and asked me to live broadcast a few more times. I'll come to Sister Yue to discuss it."

Lu Xinghan frowned, and quickly let go.

"Don't want to broadcast live?"

Wu Queque shook her head quickly, and saw that Lu Xinghan seemed very interested, so she briefly talked about Zhou Yue's affairs.

"Mr. Lu, do you think there is another good way?"

Wu Queque asked.

"He only reacted when he heard your voice?"

Wu Queque nodded, and found out the video for Lu Xinghan to watch.

Before the video finished playing, the elevator stopped on the twelfth floor.

Lu Xinghan walked out of the elevator with his mobile phone, Wu Queque froze for a second or two, and quickly followed behind him.

Lu Xinghan watched the video twice before returning the phone to Wu Queque.

He pondered for a moment, then tapped on the table.

"I'll arrange a team for you, and you record something and send it to Qile."

Qile is a sound software belonging to Fanle.

As early as a few years ago, when the data showed that the number of people with insomnia was increasing worldwide, Lu Xinghan designed and developed this software.

Although it is not as high as Huan Le's traffic, it is only temporary.

The original plan was to start publicity in September this year, but now it seems that Wu Que Que can be used to promote it in advance.

After all, there is no doubt that Wu Que Que will be popular in this software.

"team?"

Wu Queque opened her small mouth slightly, her fair face was full of surprise.

Is the layout of the president so big?

"I will ask He Feng to arrange a contract for you tomorrow, and the team will be ready."

"You prepare too."

When mentioning work, Lu Xinghan's voice suddenly became a lot stiffer.

Wu Queque nodded belatedly, and saw that Lu Xinghan immediately started calling to arrange for people to prepare for this matter, and carefully moved towards the door, and began to look at his office.

The office layout is just right, not crowded or empty, simple and clear, neat and tidy.

A stack of documents on the desk, cups in the decorative cabinet, and a small sofa on the other side for conversation and rest are all neat and orderly.

Even Lu Xinghan's sitting posture was upright.

Wu Queque moved her shoulders involuntarily, and quietly looked at her standing posture through the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window.

Fairly decent.

Lu Xinghan arranged everything resolutely, and when he looked up, he saw Wu Queque standing there, with a pair of sparkling peach eyes rolling around, as if he was full of curiosity about everything in his office.

"You go back and prepare well. You will come to the company to record tomorrow. After the release, you can let Zhou Yue listen to the audio you released."

Lu Xinghan's voice slowed down, and continued: "Someone will tell you the details tomorrow."

Wu Queque retracted her gaze and nodded quickly.

"Thank you~"

Lu Xinghan nodded, the two looked at each other for a few seconds, then looked away in unison.

"Then, sister Yue may have finished the meeting, so I'll leave first."

Feeling the gradually rising heat, Wu Queque felt a little unspeakable embarrassment, and hurriedly fled the office without waiting for Lu Xinghan's answer.

When Lu Xinghan looked up, he could only see a black suit with a slender waist.

Wuqueque...

Lu Xinghan felt a little itchy in his heart, slowly biting the three words between his lips and teeth, as if he wanted to taste something.

Why does my face feel a little hot.

Wu Queque walked into the elevator quickly, and then breathed a sigh of relief.He rubbed his face, and the image of staring at Lu Xinghan again appeared in his mind.

It's obviously a normal look at each other.

Wu Queque covered her face, which was getting hotter and hotter, full of doubts in her heart.

No matter how you think about it, it's just a normal look at each other.Could it be the sequelae of the collapse of spiritual power?

"Finch?"

As soon as Wu Yue stepped into the elevator, he saw Wu Queque covering his face and looking like he was thinking about life.

Wu Queque immediately put down her hands, and when she saw Wu Yue, she immediately put aside the unreasonable things in her mind, and started talking to her about Lu Xinghan's arrangement.

"So, you just came down from Mr. Lu's office?"

Although Sister Yue didn't seem to get the point, Wu Queque still nodded in affirmation of her question.

Wu Yue nodded again, said that he knew, and fell into deep thought.

After returning to the dormitory from the company, as soon as he turned into the corridor, he saw a tall man waiting at the door.

It's pay line.

"You're back."

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Fu Xing turned around immediately, and when he saw Wu Queque, he immediately took a few steps forward and stopped again.

Wu Queque nodded, before she could ask any questions, she heard Fu Xing say, "I have something to do with you."

"No"

"I... mainly want to thank you."

Wu Queque suddenly realized.

"Come in for a meeting?"

He opened the door and looked at Fu Xing.

Fu Xing nodded, followed him in, and sat down on the chair.

"Thank you for reminding me that someone hacked me and spoke for me."

Wu Queque handed him a glass of warm water, "I just can't understand it, when something happened yesterday, I happened to be in your live broadcast room."

"Only boiled water..."

"it's okay no problem"

Fu Xing immediately got up and took it.

Wu Queque scratched her head, always feeling that Fu Xing was very reserved, could it be because she was afraid of him?

Fu Xing took a sip of water with his cup in his hand, and after a pause for a few seconds, the roots of his ears turned slightly red.

"Nowadays……"

"Thank you this morning too."

He almost finished the sentence with his eyes closed.

this morning?

Wu Queque immediately recalled that he sleepwalked and squatted by the wall crying for seven or eight minutes.

"You're welcome."

Fu Xing glanced at Wu Queque, and after a few seconds, he asked again: "You... don't think it's strange?"

Wu Queque's eyes widened slightly, feeling incredulous at his words.

"Why is it strange? It's just sleepwalking."

Fu Xing's hand on his lap tightened, and then slowly loosened.

"And...crying."

Some words, once started, will follow in a logical way.

Fu Xing paused, as if he was thinking about his words.

"I sleepwalk almost every night, and I cry every time I sleepwalk."

"They found it very strange, even a little scary."

This is something Wu Queque didn't expect.

"Existence is reasonable, why is it strange? There are many strange things in the world."

For example, why does it feel hot when I and Lu Xinghan look at each other?

Wu Queque added in her heart.

"Existence is reasonable...?"

Fu Xing muttered in a low voice, and after he was silent for about a minute, he seemed to have convinced himself, and his whole person was instantly in high spirits.

"Existence is reasonable."

Fu Xing looked at Wu Queque excitedly, and took out his mobile phone.

"Can I be a friend?"

the other side.

Not long after Wu Queque left, He Feng came to the office to report to the office with a large stack of documents.

After the report, he was about to leave when Lu Xinghan suddenly stopped him.

"Mr. Lu?"

"..."

"Give me a copy of the payment bank's information."