Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

A minute passed.

Ye Kong didn't call for a stop.

Two minutes passed.

Ye Kong didn't call for a stop.

three minutes.

Ye Kong still didn't speak.

She just watched the barrage silently and attentively. It didn't seem like she was going to shout randomly, but more like she already had a result in her mind and was just waiting for that question to appear.

So the barrage began to change direction.

Her fans started racking their brains to get her attention.

-Can you tell us the story of Yuan Xiaoqi?

- I want to know the whole story of the Flower Box Welfare Home

-How is life in Flower Box?

-Do you prefer the identity of Ye Kong or the identity of the immortal demon?

-Are you looking forward to getting married?

-What is the most unforgettable thing in your life so far?

-If you are so good at playing chess, why don’t you compete with others in the chess world?

-How to spend 5 billion?

-Which is more important, money or dreams?

……

silence.

Even though the comments were extremely noisy and the number of viewers was approaching two million, the tea room was still silent.

Except for Ye Kong who was staring at the vertical screen seriously, everyone else's expressions began to change.

Wen Can glanced at Ye Kong thoughtfully, but his eyes were still calm.

The host smiled awkwardly and fidgeted to break the silence: "It seems that we immortal demons are very serious about everything we do. We even choose the questions we want to answer the most."

This rescue was of no use; instead it made the silence that followed more noticeable.

Wen Rong still had a gentle smile on his face, but he couldn't help but move his body. His hand subconsciously rubbed the teacup. After a moment, he began to pour tea again. After a crisp clinking sound, he added as if to make up for it: "It's okay, take your time to choose. Come, I'll pour you another cup of tea."

"Thank you, thank you." The host quickly took it.

Wen Rong poured two more cups.

A cup was pushed towards Wen Can and he took it.

A cup was pushed towards Ye Kong, but Ye Kong didn't even look at it. His eyes were completely focused, as if his soul was fixed by the army of barrage.

The questions kept rolling in, becoming more and more bizarre, more and more complicated and difficult to answer.

Wen Rong withdrew his hand, his smile remained unchanged, but his eyes slowly swept towards the vertical screen.

-Do you love Wen Can?

-What is your dream for the future?

-How ambitious are you? Do you want to become the world's first painter who will go down in history?

-Everyone says you are a genius. Is your genius related to your experience? If you had not grown up in an orphanage, do you think you would still be able to draw these things?

-Do you prefer playing chess or painting? Why haven’t you played chess for so many years?

-When you drew the comic strip exposing the orphanage, you were still young and didn’t understand how serious the matter was. Did you ever feel scared after you grew up?

-Several families in Yuzhou were involved in the orphanage incident. What about the Wen family? Is it related to that incident?

-Why are you living with a capitalist? Don't you think this family is disgusting?

……

Wen Rong couldn't help but tighten his grip on the teacup. An emotion similar to shame and anger was growing in him, which, along with his subconscious uneasiness, made his heart beat faster and faster.

The bad premonition became stronger and stronger, and in order not to leave any traces, he began to divert his attention and analyze his emotions.

He thought he was angry because he felt offended - these rabble, they only needed to worship him and look up to him, how dare they say such offensive and rude words? What is disgusting? Do these frogs in the well know how expensive and precious the teacup he is using at this moment is?

...What question did Ye Kong want to answer? No wonder she had been so honest today. It turned out that she was waiting at the end.

...She was definitely going to act up and was definitely waiting to trick him, but it didn't matter, he was fully prepared to deal with any tricky questions.

...These fence-sitters actually think about these issues, trying to appear so noble. It's really despicable.

……

No matter how much he thought about it, no matter where he focused his attention, Wen Rong could not control his increasingly rapid breathing and his increasingly nervous heart.

Time passed in the suffocating silence, and before I knew it, I had finished a cup of tea. Even the comments on the forums started to raise questions.

"stop."

——The sound of "pause" was like the sound of a bell, or like a sharp arrow suddenly shooting into a flock of crows.

Although he spoke softly and slowly, Wen Rong's heart skipped a beat.

He swallowed involuntarily.

Then my heart started beating wildly and tension spread throughout my body. I had a terrible illusion that I was suspended by silk threads from my fingers to my head to my feet.

Even though he told himself countless times that he was prepared, he still held his breath as if a disaster was imminent. He didn't even dare to look up for a moment. He could only use the posture of holding up the teacup to cushion his breath. When he put it to his lips, he realized that there was no water in the cup.

Wen Rong was stunned, but anger surged up in his heart despite his calm expression.

He suddenly realized that he had been forced out of control again by a young girl in her twenties.

This anger calmed him down instantly, and he raised his eyes coldly.

But he saw the girl on the opposite side turned around and smiled at him, pointing at the question on the barrage.

"this."

She looked at the vertical screen again and read out the comment: "Do you yearn for the love between President Wen and Mrs. Wen? Do you hope to have this kind of love?"

She sat forward, put her elbows on the table, clasped her fingers together, looked at Wen Rong with an extremely serious attitude, and said sincerely, "Yearning, wanting."

"I had some misunderstandings about you before for various reasons, but it wasn't until today that I realized that you are just a person who has joys, sorrows, anger, and happiness, and who can get hurt and suffer like the rest of us. What's more, you love Wen Can's mother, who is also my fan, so much - I..."

She seemed to be choosing her words, and seemed to be ashamed of what she was going to say next. After a few seconds of hesitation, she raised her eyes to look at Wen Rong and continued, "To be honest, my comic creation has reached a critical juncture. One of the reasons I came to this interview today is to find inspiration, and your love with Ms. Chi has given me unprecedented inspiration."

She slightly opened her eyes and leaned forward, in an involuntary posture of yearning, staring at Wen Rong with extreme concentration, as if possessed by a demon.