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

After Xiao Qingcheng answered the call, she threw the phone heavily to the ground. With a loud bang, the phone broke into pieces.

She must have offended some evil spirit recently and nothing she did was going well.

Billiards club.

Ji Shiyu put down his pool cue and walked over to sit next to Shen Liang. He put his arm around Shen Liang's shoulders and asked curiously, "What are you looking at? Your brows are furrowed like maggots."

"Qingcheng's company has been attacked by netizens, and now a large number of netizens have formed a group to report the anchors under Qingcheng."

Ji Shiyu glanced at the message from Xiao Qingcheng on his phone, his face full of confusion. "So Xiao Qingcheng is supporting the person pretending to be Wanjie, netizens were deceived by that person, and Qingcheng Entertainment is being attacked by netizens?"

Shen Liang nodded.

Ji Shiyu tilted his head and looked at him, "Are you or am I not in your right mind? You are still planning to help her. I told you last time not to mess with Sister Wan. What? Do you want to be like the Qin family?"

"No, she just came to me for help. It's also my fault that I didn't tell her that Sister Wan's account was Wanwan." Shen Liang explained with a look of regret on his face.

Ji Shiyu supported his chin and curled his lips, "You'd better not say anything. Wanjie doesn't like people talking too much."

"I know." Shen Liang pondered for a moment, "But."

Ji Shiyu immediately interrupted him and warned, "No buts. If you don't want to die, don't get involved in Xiao Qingcheng's affairs."

After learning that Wen Wan was the boss of Qiu Hongzhai, Ji Shi and Shi, who was originally the first person he admired, were both ranked second.

His current mentality is that anyone who offends Wen Wan is against him. Wen Wan is his idol, and he can't bear to see his idol being bullied, no matter how strong or weak the person who bullies her is.

She is Wen Wan’s die-hard fan.

Shen Liang looked at Ji Shi and the warning look in his eyes and naturally understood what he meant. To offend Wen Wan would not only offend Qiu Hongzhai, but also Shi Xu and Luo Mingchuan. He was not stupid.

There was a huge uproar on the Internet, but Villa No. 1 of Zhaoshan Academy was quiet and elegant.

"bang bang bang"

The sound of fists hitting sandbags echoed throughout the garden.

Wen Wan stood by the garden holding a teacup, his eyes fixed on Jiang Si.

Beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on Jiang Si's crew cut, and the sweat flowed down, flowing across his tough and cold facial features, sexy neck, and big muscles.

The bronze muscles look particularly powerful under the reflection of the setting sun.

The broad shoulders and narrow waist create an inverted triangle figure that is eye-catching.

Wen Wan's gaze wandered around Jiang Si's waist, which was probably what netizens often called a dog's waist.

He had gauze wrapped around his waist and boxing bandages on his hands, and he was punching and kicking the standing sandbag in a very rhythmic manner.

One can't help but imagine how heart-wrenching the pain would be if this punch hit oneself.

He did not rush around recklessly without any plan, but each punch was delivered with clever technique. Otherwise, his wound would have opened long ago.

Wen Wan shook his head slightly, he was really disobedient.

After training in the gym, he comes to the garden to practice boxing. This guy really can't rest for a moment.

When I turned around, I almost bumped into the little tail following behind me.

Wen Wan raised his amber eyes, his emotions unrecognizable. "Take a break. Don't keep following me."

"I am the young lady's personal butler, and this is my duty." Henry took a step back respectfully.

Wen Wan was helpless. Henry was like a tape recorder, repeating this sentence over and over again.

Forget it.

She sighed, "Don't get too close, one meter away."

"Okay." Henry obediently retreated to a distance of one meter.

"Congratulations to the host for collecting 95 reputation points. The current reputation point is 4610 million. The reputation point is steadily increasing. Please keep up the good work."

The system prompt sounded in my mind.

This time, the reputation value increase was not only due to the fermentation of online public opinion, but also the reputation generated by the spread of Wen Wanqiu's identity as the boss of Hongzhai in the upper circles of Kyoto.

One step closer to the elusive 70 million reputation points.

Wen Wan leaned against the door frame, staring straight ahead, and mentally instructed the system, "Lick it, ten consecutive draws from the third-level wishing pool."

"The host currently has 149 available favorability points, which can be redeemed for 10 draws from the third-level wishing pool. The remaining available favorability points are 49, which will open a ten-draw streak from the third-level wishing pool."