Small tits, he is a Yan Zhi anchor

He Feng brought the matter to the fore.

Lu Xinghan frowned slightly, his face showing displeasure, he was just a manager, his hand was too long.

"Since it was the PR department's mistake, the manager should be replaced."

He Feng nodded in response, knowing that Wen Huatian's life might be difficult.

In one night, Wu Queque's Weibo followers rose from single digits to four digits.

1001.

When Ji Cha came to give him a small cake, Wu Queque was turning into a prototype and having fun in the house.

His spiritual power was almost full, and at this rate, he would be able to return to Mount Buzhou in less than a week.

"dong dong dong"

A few seconds later, the door was pulled open, and a furry head poked out from inside.

Looking at his slightly messy hair, Ji Cha couldn't help showing a slight smile.

"You haven't woken up yet?"

Wu Queque glanced at the small cake in his hand, her eyes lit up, and she excitedly opened the door to let him in.

"Wake up, wake up."

"Woo, Ji Chacha, you are too kind."

Ji Chacha is what Ji Cha's fans call him. After watching his live broadcast, Wu Queque followed his fans to call him that.

Ji Cha's two small canine teeth were exposed again, and he handed the strawberry puffs to Wu Queque, "Tell me what you like to eat."

"I can't eat all this by myself," he added.

Wu Queque nodded sharply, when looking at Ji Cha, Dubulingbuling was shining.

"I--"

Just as Ji Cha was about to say something, there was another knock on the door.

It was Wenxuan, who was the anchor of the same period as Wu Queque.

"Wow, congratulations Queque."

Wu Queque paused, looked at the boy in the white shirt outside the door, and frowned unconsciously.

After Wenxuan saw Wu Queque's face, he paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "You are so pretty, Queque."

"It's so beautiful, no wonder it became popular."

"Thank you."

Wenxuan's expression froze, and he quickly returned to normal after a few seconds. He asked with a smile, "Can Queque invite me to come in and have a look?"

Wu Queque hesitantly turned her body sideways to let him in.

In the room, Ji Cha was sitting quietly flipping through his mobile phone. When he saw Wen Xuan coming in, he withdrew an inconspicuous smile and nodded to him as a greeting.

Wenxuan was very enthusiastic, and sat next to Ji Cha and asked about it.

"Are you Ji Cha? I wanted to come and play with you before, but I didn't have enough time."

"Have you known Queque before? It feels very familiar."

Ji Cha responded to him indifferently, occasionally echoing a few words, without distraction at first sight.

About two or three minutes later, Ji Cha stood up and said goodbye to Wu Queque.

"I'm going back first, contact me if you need anything."

Wu Queque nodded and wanted to see him off, but Ji Cha stopped her with a look.

After Ji Cha left, Wen Xuan chatted with him casually, and then asked casually, "Why do you live in the dormitory, Que Que?"

Wu Queque ate the remaining strawberry puffs, and answered him after a few seconds.

"No money."

Wen Xuan pinched his palm and tested him.

"How is it possible? I heard that Director Song brought you here."

Wu Queque looked up at him in confusion, "Director Song?"

Why didn't he remember that he knew a Director Song?

Pretend, you just pretend.

Wen Xuan gritted his teeth with hatred, but he couldn't tear himself apart.

“Strawberry puffs are delicious.”

Wen Xuan forced a smile and changed the subject stiffly.

He wouldn't want to eat his own puffs, would he?

While Wu Queque answered him, she quietly accelerated the speed of eating puffs.

"It was delicious."

Wen Xuan frowned, showing a worried look.

"To be an anchor, you still have to make sure you are in good shape. Desserts contain too many calories and you will gain weight easily."

Wu Queque swallowed the last bit of puffs, feeling comfortable all over.

"It's okay, if you are fat, you will become fat. I'm not afraid."

Monsters basically don't gain weight.

Wen Xuan stopped talking.

He lowered his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

Wu Queque was so focused on savoring the taste of strawberry puffs that she didn't notice him for a while.

Wen Xuan, who had been moving sadly for a long time, raised his eyes and saw Wu Queque's distracted appearance, and he was even more angry.

"cough."

"Are you sick?"

Wu Queque was awakened by his coughing, "Then go back and take some medicine and sleep, it should be fine when you wake up."

Wenxuan's lyrical "remember the past" was held back in his mouth for a long time, but he couldn't find a chance to say it.

A few minutes later, Wu Queque quickly sent him to the door.

"Go back and take your medicine."

"Don't fight, don't fight..."

Wen Xuan took a deep breath, silently recited what his manager had said to him several times, then turned around and left.

Wu Queque looked at the back of him leaving, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, and then he quickly threw it behind him.

When Ji Cha went back to ask his agent, he knew Wen Xuan's intention to find Wu Queque.

Want to know his background.

After all, Wen Xuan's manager is Wen Huatian, and Wen Huatian's cousin, Wen Huaming, was dismissed last night.

Because of Wu Que Que's publicity photo blurred.

When Wu Queque heard Ji Cha say this on the phone, she was completely shocked. Someone actually helped him avenge him!

Wu Yue was not shocked by this result.

She is very familiar with Xue Yigang, and even knows a little about this Huanle's Mr. Lu, knowing that he despises people who harm the company's interests because of their own self-interest.

This is why Wu Yue went to find Lu Xinghan last night.

"So, Mr. Lu helped?"

After listening to Wu Yue's analysis, Wu Queque was stunned for a while.

The sound of typing on the keyboard stopped, and after ten seconds, it was accompanied by Wu Yue's voice.

"That's understandable."

Wu Queque fell on the bed, and suddenly remembered the 200 yuan that might have been deducted from her.

He paused, and carefully told Wu Yue.

Wu Yue stopped typing on the keyboard, she entered the official website fluently, searched in the records of the finance department, and must tell Wu Queque.

"No, not detained."

"President Lu has always deducted wages directly, so he won't be so gentle."

Wu Yue added.

Wen, mild?

Wu Queque recalled Lu Xinghan's slightly frowned brows and bright eyes, and silently swallowed the words of denial.

From this point of view, Mr. Lu is still pretty good.It would be better if he didn't like to eat sparrows.

The time for Wu Queque's live broadcast is set at eight o'clock in the evening, and the live broadcast will last for two hours and end at ten o'clock.

Because it was the first live broadcast, after Wu Yue told him the precautions on the phone several times, he was still not at ease.

"Come to the company, and I'll show you the feeling of the camera."

Wu Queque hurriedly put on her shoes, and just as she stepped out the door, she turned back and changed into a suit.

Although you may not be able to meet Mr. Lu, you are not afraid of ten thousand, just in case.

In fact, Wu Queque's choice was very correct.

Because he met Lu Xinghan again in the elevator.

"Mr. Lu."

Wu Queque greeted him a little cautiously, and then took a few strides to the innermost part of the elevator.

Lu Xinghan nodded in response, his eyes swept over him indiscriminately, and suddenly remembered Wink that he accidentally saw last night in his mind.

Inexplicably want to see him blink once.