I used online loans to give gifts to the anchor, and he just said "baby"?

The pasta was really delicious.

A tear fell, Wen Wan sniffed, and a napkin appeared in front of her.

She looked up at Wenger who was handing her the paper, raised her hand to take it, and the napkin was snow-white and soft.

She wiped the tears from her face and sorted herself out. "Thank you, Wenger, for making me a midnight snack."

Although he was a robot, a program, Wen Wan also felt the long-lost warmth.

No one had ever done this for her, she had always been the one to please others.

At this moment, the word "home" emerged in her mind. It was really nice to be cared for by others.

"The lady is Wenger's master, and whatever Wenger does is his due."

This was the longest sentence Wenger had ever spoken, and it was also the sentence that almost made Wen Wan collapse. He pressed the corners of his eyes with a tissue, sniffed, and said, "Thank you, you go and rest."

"Okay, miss."

After seeing Wenger off, Wen Wan hugged his legs and ate pasta. The whole space was spacious, bright and magnificent.

It was a far cry from the small rental house she once lived in.

She was so scared, scared that everything was fake, scared that this was all a dream. When she woke up, she was still in the rental house, which was small, damp and the air was turbid.

The phone on the dining table vibrated, interrupting Wen Wan's thoughts.

It's a wild road.

Wen Wan knew without even looking that he was here to express his gratitude to her again.

After clicking it, it turned out to be true.

He expressed his gratitude to her, but this time he didn't offer to return the money to her, probably because he was afraid she would be angry.

Besides, three million is a fortune for ordinary people. If she wants to withdraw again, Wen Wan will suspect that there is something wrong with her.

Thinking about it, Lu Ziye’s favorability value is only 5 points away from being full.

Wen Wan was looking forward to conquering her first male idol and what rewards the system would give her.

"Lu Ziye: I'm off the air, sister, are you asleep?"

Wen Wan put down his silver fork and typed back, "Having a midnight snack."

"Lu Ziye: What are you eating, sister? Do you want me to call you?"

Just as Lu Ziye’s message was successfully sent, Wen Wan’s video call popped up.

He was slightly startled and felt panic in his heart. He wanted to answer the phone but didn't dare to.

Without giving him time to think, his body, more honest than his brain, pressed the connect button.

All he saw was darkness, and then someone's hand blocked the camera, so he couldn't see Wen Wan's face. Lu Ziye felt a little disappointed and a little relieved.

He wanted to know what Wen Wan looked like, but was afraid to find out.

The moment he pressed the agree button, he was prepared. Wen Wan had given him more than three million yuan, and they would meet sooner or later.

No matter what Wen Wan looks like, he will accept her.

But at this moment, without seeing Wen Wan's face, he felt very conflicted.

Wen Wan can be said to be his adoptive parent, and he is very grateful.

To Wen Wan, money is just numbers.

But for Lu Ziye, this money determined his fate.

He no longer had to hide, no longer had to worry about that group of people suddenly showing up and destroying the peace he had worked so hard to live.

There is no need to worry about your mother being followed, threatened, or splashed with paint while she is alone at home.

His world was pitch dark, but she gave him a ray of light.

Gave him hope.

As relieved.

Lu Ziye found a well-lit location and placed his face in the center of the screen so that Wen Wan could see him clearly.

Immediately afterwards, Wen Wan's camera lit up, and the phone seemed to be standing on the dining table. The picture showed a plate of thoroughly mixed pasta. Judging from the amount of pasta, it seemed that only two bites were eaten.

The chair is of high-end aristocratic style, with intricate patterns on it, and the backrest looks very soft.

There was an oil painting hanging on the wall that he couldn't understand. From the little bit of it that was visible, Lu Ziye could tell from the decoration that this house was expensive.

Lu Ziye suddenly felt like an idiot. How could someone who could easily come up with 300 million live in a bad place?

Suddenly, a pair of slender lotus-root arms appeared on the screen. The black silk nightgown wrapped around the exquisite figure, emitting an expensive luster under the light, and the exposed skin was glowing white.