Small tits, he is a Yan Zhi anchor

Endless grandpa!

Wu Queque quickly took a few steps forward, chasing after the direction, but saw no one.

The brother who was following the camera was caught off guard, and before he could react, Wu Queque had already returned to the camera.

He was sure that he was Grandfather Unfinished just now, but why is Grandpa Unfinished in the world?And why didn't you come to him?

"Have you met someone you know?"

The camera guy asked.

Wu Queque nodded, thinking that she was still recording, she put aside her doubts for the time being.

"I haven't seen an acquaintance for a long time, maybe I misread it."

Wu Queque's eyes fell on the recruitment notice in the coffee shop, "We're going to apply for this company."

The coffee shop was run by a young lady, and when Wu Queque said that she would work at her place for the whole afternoon, she immediately agreed.

"The salary is based on the job advertisement, from 09:30 to 11:30, eighty. If the turnover breaks the record this morning, I will give you a [-]% commission."

"How is it?"

Wu Queque nodded quickly, "Yes, yes."

Before joining Huanle, he worked as a waiter in a coffee shop, and now he is quite familiar with the road, and he will be able to receive guests alone in a while.

The camera is still filming him diligently, the number of people in his live broadcast room is small, but it is also very harmonious.

The camera brother watched Wu Queque, who received guests when there were guests, and was in a daze when there were no guests, and scratched his heart and lungs anxiously for a while.

He has followed up several live variety shows, but he has never met a person like Wu Queque, who said he came to be a waiter, but he really became a waiter, completely ignoring the camera.

No matter how you say it, you have to interact with the fans in the live broadcast room.

But in front of the camera, it's not easy for him to remind Wu Queque.

The pleasant wind chimes sounded, and a tall figure sat down at table number eight.

Wu Queque raised her eyes, her eyes lit up, and she walked over happily.

"Sir, what would you like to drink?"

Lu Xinghan raised his eyes and looked at Wu Queque, who was leaning slightly beside him, smiling very sweetly, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"A glass of Blue Mountains."

Wu Queque wrote down the order, and quietly avoided the camera and winked at Lu Xinghan.

Although the camera will not capture the face of the guests, the sound can be recorded.

As soon as Lu Xinghan opened his mouth, someone shouted familiarity in the live broadcast room.

【Fuck, this voice...】

[Is it my male god! ! ! 】

[Regardless of whether it is or not, the encounter will be arranged immediately]

The camera brother was also stunned for a moment, and carefully moved the camera to avoid shooting people's faces.

Everyone in the capital knew that Boss Lu of Huan Le didn't like appearing on the screen.

The female employee in charge of making coffee is surnamed Li, and she is a round older than Wu Queque.

"Blue Mountain?" she asked in surprise.

Generally, not many people drink Blue Mountain.

Wu Queque nodded, "Three-point candy, no need for latte art."

Sister Li nodded, thinking it was a guest's request.

Just as the camera guy was about to remind him, he suddenly saw Wu Queque turning his head towards table number eight and laughing.

He turned his head and saw that Mr. Lu, who was rumored to be unapproachable, also had a seven-point smile on his face.

It should be recognition.

The camera boy was stunned, and silently said nothing.

The coffee was delivered by Wu Queque.

Lu Xinghan stared at him without blinking, his eyes burning.

Wu Queque felt a little hot when he looked at her, and couldn't help glancing at him quietly.

His eyes are moist and his face is red.

Lu Xinghan almost couldn't restrain himself, he wanted to hold him in his arms and kiss him.

Driven by the live broadcast room, many people came to the coffee shop.

Before Wu Queque had time to say a word to Lu Xinghan, she hurriedly started entertaining the others.

While drinking coffee, Lu Xinghan paid attention to the busy Wu Queque.

"A cappuccino."

Wu Queque was talking to Sister Li about the ordering situation, while listening to the chat of the two girls sitting in front of him.

"Ah, ah, it's my male god!"

As if afraid of being heard, the girl deliberately lowered her voice.

"Want an autograph?"

The girl next to him urged.

The girl shook her head violently, glanced at Lu Xinghan quietly, and said cowardly: "Don't dare to go over, drinking coffee in the same shop as my male god means I'm lucky."

"Not ideal."

The girl next to her reached out and poked her forehead, jokingly.

After all, the time for a cup of coffee is short. Wu Queque looked up after she finished her work, and table [-] was already empty.

go away...

Wu Queque was a little disappointed, the live broadcast room became extremely lively because of Lu Xinghan's arrival, even though they didn't see Lu Xinghan's figure much.

Near noon, when the number of people in the coffee shop gradually decreased, the camera brother avoided the camera and secretly handed Wu Queque a note.

Mr. Lu.

He lip-synced.

Wu Queque's eyes lit up, and the slight tiredness was swept away.

He took the note and secretly opened it behind his back.

miss you.

The final full stop is drawn solemnly, and there is a darker ink dot above the thought word.

Wu Queque could almost imagine that Lu Xinghan thought for a long time with a pen, and finally wrote such a slightly straightforward love sentence.

Wu Queque couldn't help turning around to look at the camera, he knew that Lu Xinghan would definitely watch the live broadcast, looking at the dark camera, it was as if he could see Lu Xinghan through the network cable.

He also missed Lu Xinghan.

At 11:30, Wu Queque received a salary of 80 yuan, plus a [-]% bonus, a total of [-] yuan.

"two hundred."

Wu Queque shook the banknotes at the camera, smiling happily.

At this moment, everyone began to rush back one after another.

Wu Queque thought for a few seconds, and bought a bottle of bibimbap sauce at the supermarket to take home.

The live broadcast room was tepid, Wu Queque took out her mobile phone to read the comments of netizens, and slowly chatted with them.

background control.

The assistant director of Mediterranean Sea looked at the data of the four live broadcast rooms, wondering: "Didn't it mean the No. 1 in the new anchor competition? The popularity of the live broadcast rooms is not very good."

To put it mildly is actually a good thing to say.

Compared with the other three, Wu Queque's popularity in the live broadcast room was much lower than theirs.

"Also, it's not very good at creating hot spots. Does Huan Le have no top-notch newcomers?"

The assistant director frowned, watching Wu Queque chatting with fans one after another, feeling somewhat resentful.

Li Chenglin tapped the cigarette butt, shook his head and said, "Not necessarily."

The assistant director was taken aback. He had followed Li Chenglin for so long, so he naturally believed in Li Chenglin's eyes. He was even more puzzled when he said "not necessarily".

This means... can you get up later?

Li Chenglin put out the cigarette butt, "It's too early to look at the data."

"Su Li, the queen of the actress, needless to say the popularity. Dong Baijing has been a singer for seven years and has 4000 million fans."

"As for Du Jiu, Huan Le's big brother, he has close to 2000 million fans. Wu Que Que only has more than 200 million fans."

The assistant director nodded thoughtfully, "Then in the end, can his enthusiasm keep up with Du Jiu?"

Li Chenglin laughed and lit another cigarette.

The child under Huan Le Lu's protection is a nice person.

When Wu Queque returned to the villa, Dong Baijing had already returned.

Seeing Wu Queque, he immediately ran towards him, "Queque, Queque, tell brother quickly, how much money have you made?"

"two hundred."

Wu Queque stretched out two fingers.

Dong Baijing's shoulders relaxed, and he sat down on the sofa dejectedly, "No way, can't I be the least?"

Wu Queque looked at him curiously.

Dong Baijing covered his face and stretched out five fingers.

"Fifty?"

Dong Baijing shook his head, feeling depressed.

"It's five dollars."

Wu Queque hesitated for a moment, then gave him 100 yuan.

"Then I'll give you a hundred?"

Dong Baijing was taken aback for a moment, and looked at him with bright eyes.

"Are you sure? If you take it away, you will be the last one."

"The last one will go to the small black room to draw a compulsory task."

"Compulsory mission...what will it be?"

Wu Queque paused and asked him.

Dong Baijing half-truthfully said: "Let you walk the tightrope!"

Tightrope walking?

Wu Queque heaved a sigh of relief.

Small tits have good balance.

These are not afraid at all.

"Take it, I'm not afraid of tightrope walking!"

Wu Queque proudly stuffed a brand new one hundred yuan into Dong Baijing's hands.

"Give it to me?"

"Uh-huh."

Wu Queque nodded, and put the bibimbap sauce in the kitchen.

Dong Baijing carefully put away the 100 yuan, opened his hands to the camera, and showed a relaxed and smug smile.

Su Li and Du came back together.

"270."

Su Li put the money on the sofa.

She knows how to play the piano, so she took a taxi to a couple's restaurant far away from the villa. She came and went back and forth. After the travel expenses, there are still two hundred and seven.

"Sister Su is great!"

Dong Baijing immediately applauded.

With an apologetic face, Du put the money on the table.

"Plus the initial capital, 120. I met a man on the road who took his children home without money, so I lent them [-]."

"Wow, they're all amazing, but I only made five dollars."

Dong Baijing put Wu Queque's 100 yuan on the table, "The 100 yuan was given to me by Queque."

Wu Queque also put her 120 on the table.

"I'm going to work as a waiter in a coffee shop. The boss is nice and gave me a [-]% commission."

"Return the commission? Which coffee shop are you in, Que Que, I will go with you next time."

Dong Baijing was in high spirits.

Du was sitting on the sofa, his eyes darkened, and then a familiar smile appeared on his face.

"Leave all the money to Sister Su." He said.

Neither Wu Queque nor Dong Baijing raised any objections.

Because everyone's harvest is good today, and it's time for dinner, a few people discussed and ordered takeaway.

As a result, I waited for more than half an hour, but I didn't wait to buy it outside. After I went out to ask, I realized that I was stopped by the director team.

Dong Baijing immediately led people to grab it, but in the end he only got back half a serving of vegetables and four servings of white rice.

"This……"

The four of them gathered around the table, looking at the meager half portion of vegetables, looking at each other in blank dismay.

"Well, I bought bibimbap sauce..."

Before Wu Queque finished speaking, Dong Baijing almost jumped up excitedly.

"Where? Where?"

As a person with a strong taste, it is too cruel for him to have white rice with vegetables for lunch.

"kitchen……"

Before Wu Queque finished speaking, Dong Baijing hurried into the kitchen and came out with bibimbap sauce "sacredly".

"The light of the gods!"

With bibimbap sauce, this lunch is finally over.

The four of them were resting on the sofa, and Dong Baijing propped his chin and sighed: "The director team is so screwed, they are not allowed to order takeout, and they didn't inform in advance!"

"The four of us get together to order food on a mobile phone. Isn't it a cooperative solution?"

"Correct!"

Su Li responded.

As an artist, she has to keep fit, so she only tasted the extra-sweet bibimbap sauce today, feeling extremely depressed.

Wu Queque nodded in agreement, and the light of the gods in the kitchen is a takeaway!

However, Lu Xinghan seems to know how to cook...

If he can cook, then—

The thoughts of running around were suddenly interrupted, Wu Queque raised her eyes, and when she heard Du, she asked with a smile, "Queque, is Lu always going to see you today?"

The author has something to say: Du is about to start something.

If Mr. Lu cooks, Queque's Godly Light is Mr. Lu!