Small tits, he is a Yan Zhi anchor

The atmosphere suddenly froze, and there was an uproar in the live broadcast room.

【What's the meaning? 】

[Is that what I thought it meant? 】

[Wu Queque has an affair with Mr. Lu? 】

【Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh】

【Hehe, as I said earlier, Wu Queque is actually not as innocent as she appears on the surface】

[I have to think more about this, is the phantom music competition fair? 】

[I don't explain the brain hole in front]

……

Wu Queque was still hesitating whether to speak directly, so Su Li took the lead and said, "Tsk, Queque, you have to work hard. It seems that Mr. Lu really put all the treasure on you this time."

She laughed and continued to explain: "Don't say hello to me, but I will come to help you drain myself."

"If you don't get No.1 for your boss Lu, you can't justify it."

"No. 1?"

Dong Baijing's eyes brightened, "Is it the one I thought?"

They are all insiders, and there is more or less rumor: it is said that an international anchor competition will be held.

Su Li smiled and nodded.

【? ? ? 】

【Jimei please tell me, I am not the only one who didn’t understand】

[Wow Kaka, so much love]

[Did I miss any big melon? 】

[What No. 1?I have a terminally ill friend who wants to know now]

The fans in the barrage were quickly distracted, only a few trolls were still jumping, and they were quickly suppressed.

Dong Baijing looked at the camera with a grin, and his fingers made movements of tapping the piano keys.

"I know that the fans must want to know, but I won't tell you~"

"hey-hey."

Su Li and Wu Queque laughed along, vaguely intending to keep Du out of the group.

The fans might not be able to see it, but how could they not know Du Jiu's intentions because they were in the circle?

Du kept calm, looked at Wu Queque, gritted his teeth with hatred.

Why didn't Wu Queque listen to him?

In his plan, no matter if it was true or not, after he asked, Wu Queque would say something unscrupulously because of his "guilty heart", and finally help him back.

Kill two birds with one stone!

But he didn't expect that Wu Queque didn't speak, but Su Li helped him out.

Thinking of the confusion that quickly disappeared when he first patted Wu Queque's shoulder, Du couldn't help being secretly startled.

Is Wu Queque also a monster?Or, there are also monsters looking for him?

Danger flashed in Du Jiu's eyes, and he had already made up his mind to let Wu Queque die quietly.

in the afternoon.

The four discussed going to the supermarket together, bought the needed items, and sent them back to the villa.

"Que Que, come and see brother, which one is more cuter, the little panda pillow or the little white rabbit?"

Dong Baijing pinched two pillows and called out loudly.

Wu Queque ran over immediately, looked at the two pillows in his hand, but couldn't make a choice.

All so cute!

Seeing that he liked it, Dong Baijing immediately made a decision.

"Buy them all, we each have one, I want a red panda, you want a little white rabbit?"

"it is good!"

Wu Queque couldn't help reaching out and pinching the soft and furry ears of the little rabbit, the joy in his eyes almost overflowed.

"Queque, what do you think of Luluo?"

Su Li also asked.

Wu Queque rushed over again, looked at a bunch of plants, and helped to choose while Baidu.

Du looked at Wu Queque, who was hardly idle on both sides, and the dark color in his eyes became more intense.

This, Wu Queque is a scourge after all.

Regardless of whether he is a monster or not, and whether he has the ability to confuse people, Du doesn't want to keep him.

Because of sufficient funds, Su Li finally bought an apron for the four of them.

"Queque and I don't know how to cook, but it's okay to wash dishes for you in an apron."

A documentary was playing on the TV, and the solemn and soothing introduction came to my ears from time to time.

By the time the living room was roughly arranged, it was already two hours later.

The four were panting and resting on the sofa, and Du wiped his sweat, which almost soaked half of the paper, and the fans watching the live broadcast felt distressed.

Du just smiled gently, and after wiping off his sweat, he passed a few more pieces of paper to others.

Wu Queque took it and simply wiped it, then held the paper and continued to look at the living room.

The atmosphere in the villa is harmonious, but the Wuqueque live broadcast room is not very harmonious.

Du Jiu's fans have long felt that his fans have been treated coldly on the show. He is an anchor with tens of millions of fans, and when he gets along with other people, he doesn't get along as well as an anchor with 200 million fans.

Although nothing can be seen most of the time, the envy and loneliness that are occasionally revealed deeply hurt the hearts of fans.

【Wu Queque is lazy】

【Everyone sweated so much, he was the only one who hardly sweated, what is it if he is not lazy? 】

[People have a backstage, everyone is holding it]

[I liked Su Li at first, but I didn't expect that she would do anything for money]

……

If someone is causing trouble among fans, Wu Que Que's fans will naturally not ignore it.

Although they didn't quarrel with black fans much, their combat effectiveness has not declined.

【Please donate your useless eyes to those in need, please? 】

【Follow the brainless fans】

【Heh, Sister Su and Bai Jing are willing to play with us Queque, do you care? 】

[Your family is cooking, you are almost thirty people, and you are used to selling miserables and pretending to be pitiful]

【Hehe, almost 30 years old "simple and pitiful"】

……

Age is indeed a pain for Du Jiu.

Because it was too late for him to meet the immortal.

If he, like Wu Queque, met a fairy at the age of 19, then what's wrong with Wu Queque?

When Su Li saw him, he also called out to his senior.

Du was stimulated by his own imagination, and he looked at Wu Queque even more fiercely.

Su Li saw it by accident, and couldn't help frowning and quietly sent a message to Wu Queque and Lu Xinghan to remind him.

The setting sun is slanting to the west, and the setting sun is like blood.

After the four people rested for 10 minutes, under the command of Su Li, they began to work together.

Wu Queque and Dong Baijing went to the supermarket to buy vegetables, while Su Li and Du cleaned up the villa, cleaned the kitchen, and steamed rice.

After all, Dong Baijing has only cooked instant noodles so far, and he was a little flustered when he actually did it.

"What to eat?"

Wu Queque followed the camera brother's guidance and entered the vegetable market. Hearing his question, she immediately smiled and said, "You can do anything, see Brother Dong."

Dong Baijing breathed a sigh of relief, went to the paving and picked up a tomato.

"Then have a scrambled egg with tomatoes."

"My specialty is fried poached eggs, which are runny."

Wu Queque's eyes lit up, "It's amazing!"

Dong Baijing was slightly stunned, and then Du said that the ceiling of Queque's culinary skills is fried eggs, and he couldn't help being curious about his culinary skills.

"You, how bad is your cooking skills?"

Wu Queque knocked on the watermelon in his hand, fell silent for a moment, and said again: "I did a live broadcast before, there should be a video, you can go and see..."

Dong Baijing nodded, more interested.

"Just watch it tonight."

The chat here has come to an end, but many of the fans in the live broadcast room have come back from the videos edited by the Huanle APP and Weibo.

There was joy on the barrage.

【Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha】

[Omelettes are the ceiling of the culinary art of sparrows, without any moisture]

[Laughing to death, the most complete culinary skills in history totaled]

[Queque and little brother Wenxuan are a perfect match]

【Queque must find a husband who can cook】

……

Dong Baijing quickly planned the dishes for tonight: scrambled eggs with tomatoes, fried vegetables, seaweed and egg drop soup, and a high-tech braised pork ribs.

Before leaving, Dong Baijing also took two bags of dumplings.

To avoid overturning the car, everyone has nothing to eat at night.

Zu Li's culinary skills are about the same as Wu Queque's, and he has completely given up on saving himself.

When they went back, they saw Du and went into the kitchen with Dong Baijing, and dragged Wu Queque to the sofa, looking hopeless.

"Before going to bed at night, remember to cover the camera."

Su Li told him lazily, squinting at Wu Queque's upright sitting posture, he reached out and gave him a hand.

"Lean down."

Her voice lowered, "It's exactly the same as your Boss Lu."

Wu Queque blushed, and leaned back on the sofa.

After getting along with Lu Xinghan for a long time, the natural living habits will involuntarily move closer to him, such as sitting straight on the sofa.

"Tomorrow, shall we go buy breakfast tomorrow morning?"

Wu Queque responded, glanced at the living room, hugged the little white rabbit as a pillow and said, "Is tomorrow still today's task?"

Su Li shook his head, "It should change."

In fact, they have almost furnished the villa.

It will be arranged tomorrow, and everyone will arrange their own rooms separately according to their preferences.

Of course, making money may be indispensable.

After briefly discussing tomorrow's arrangements with Su Li, Wu Queque quietly took out her mobile phone to send a message to Lu Xinghan, taking advantage of the world of going to the bathroom.

During the live broadcast of variety shows, it is not good to play with your mobile phone all the time, and it is easy for people to edit maliciously.

Wu Queque kept in mind the precautions Sister Yue told him. For such a long time, she rarely took out her mobile phone.

Lu Xinghan saw Wu Queque wandering around into the bathroom a few times, and he had a guess in his heart. Sure enough, after a while, a new message appeared on WeChat.

It's an emoticon package of a cat poking its head.

--I miss you too.

A love story followed.

Lu Xinghan involuntarily clenched his hand holding the pen, and a smile appeared on his face.

Lu Xinghan: Be good

If it hadn't been for a while, so that fans wouldn't find out, Lu Xinghan almost wanted to live in quietly now.

Wu Queque looked at the message he sent, and Lu Xinghan's voice automatically appeared in his mind, and couldn't help but turn red at the tips of his ears, and he felt silly laughing.

He pinched the phone, still hesitating whether to call Lu Xinghan, and the other party's call came.

However, the time to go to the bathroom is limited after all, Wu Queque was reluctant to hang up the phone, and as soon as he got out of the bathroom, he met Su Li's teasing eyes.

After Lu Xinghan hung up the phone, He Feng knocked on the door not long after.

"Mr. Lu, there is a Mr. Wang Jiu looking for Mr. Wu."

"He's quite tall. He said he was the address Mr. Wu gave him."

He Feng added.

Lu Xinghan immediately stood up, "Quickly ask him to come in."

Wang Jiu was Wu Queque's noodle restaurant waiter who was asked to be the anchor when Wu Queque first went down the mountain. He was also a little elf.

After being honest with Lu Xinghan, Lu Xinghan also started to help him find Bu Zhoushan.

After the two discussed it, they decided to hire a goblin to help them find it.

Wu Queque went to the Demon Management Bureau to get the spirit stone that sensed the aura of Buzhou Mountain.

At that time, Lu Xinghan saw Wu Queque disappearing near the villa, and he took a moment to accept the fact that under his villa is part of the headquarters of the goblins in the human world.

"Hi, my name is Wang Jiu."

When Wang Jiu entered the door and saw Lu Xinghan, he was so surprised that he could hardly speak.

He thought he would see Wu Que Que.

I didn't expect to meet the president of Huan Le directly, he is a big president who earns millions every minute!

Wang Jiu's legs trembled with excitement, almost already thinking about how to brag to the little goblins around him.

The author has something to say: Wang Jiu: I will be a monster who has seen the world~