[Cat King, it's been a while since you came to see Tangtu. I miss you. Is the cat food fed to you?]
[Peak Showdown Leng Feng: Father, your Majesty has come, and I am sorry for not welcoming you in person! ]
[Meow meow meow? Maojiu is waiting for daddy to tease him~]
There were constant streamers using their big and small accounts to attract people on the barrage, and Su Ci raised her eyebrows.
"Forget about PK. There are so many cats in the Royal Cat House, I'm not worried about not being able to feed them all. I can find food myself. I'll be leaving now. Good night, everyone."
With a snap, the screen went black.
Ultraman was stunned.
How can Aibo be so bold?
First, he dealt with the old rogue Mr. Qu.
Now he is criticizing the Cat Emperor for being lenient with others.
Isn't that what most big brothers do? They're tempted by beauty, easily dislike the old and easily get bored. As long as they're generous with their votes, isn't that enough? There are so many people coming to talk about the Cat Emperor, but he hasn't left yet!
Ultraman thought that AiBo would make a lot of money today (actually it already did), but forty dollars was just a drop in the bucket for the Cat Emperor and the Young Master.
Not to mention that a few wealthy people who have been hiding are also here!
As a result, the broadcaster didn't even watch it and continued broadcasting. He could only say that he was really careless!
After exiting the live broadcast room and checking the private messages, he found that AiBo had sent him a message asking to return the gift money.
He really cried to death!
He said that eating dirt was just a joke, and he didn't need to ask for a refund from Jibo, but Jibo's WeChat was not working, so he had to go online to see what Jibo was like!
…
Lanhua Private Hospital.
The agent went to great lengths to cooperate with the medical staff to send his artist to the emergency room.
The mobile phone that was not easily snatched from the other party's hand also had a female broadcaster's live broadcast room on it.
The agent's eyes went dark.
Isn't there a rumor online that if someone gets into a serious car accident, they'll crawl out with their last breath and format their phone?
He thought Xiang Zhiang was worried about privacy leaks, but he was told that he was watching a live broadcast while protecting his vitals?
It's really crazy... so crazy that it looks weird.
The agent held his phone, watching with great interest. This female anchor is very distinctive, with a beautiful figure and skin. If only she could be recruited as an artist...
When Shi Yan drove over, the rescue was over. Xiang Zhiang was lying in a separate VIP ward, seriously injured, but he woke up soon after.
"hand……"
"What's wrong with your hand? I'll call a doctor."
Shi Yan looked solemn and pressed the pager button.
Xiang Zhiang: "Give me the phone."
Shi Yan: “…”
Su Ci's broadcast has ended.
However, if you click on the broadcaster's avatar to enter the page, you can still see the contribution list and achievement badge.
[A successful start]
Yes, yes, she won that PK.
Clicking on the weekly contribution list, the number one was Shi Yan's account [Feast]. Xiang Zhiang nodded with satisfaction, his voice weak but full of affirmation.
"Well done, Special Assistant Shi. I'll have Grandpa pay you a salary later, and the money from the carnival has been transferred to your card."
Shi Yan: “……?”
Before he understood the situation, his professional ethics made him remain silent, but the veins on his forehead were throbbing.
He didn't think it was a big deal.
Xiang Zhiang shook his head and sighed: "Special Assistant Shi is indeed the ace hired by Grandpa. I just registered the musical note trumpet two days ago, and you found it so quickly."
He pointed to the list of "Unpopular Male Stars".
Shi Yan: “……?”
He didn't know that this account belonged to Xiang Zhiang.
For the first time, I wasn’t very happy about the salary increase and expense reimbursement. Instead, I felt a bit suffocated.
"It's my duty. You're welcome, Mr. Xiang."
Xiang Zhiang gave him a suspicious look: "Have you changed your personality? Special Assistant, shouldn't you ask me for my class allowance? Or is it because I was hit so hard that you can't bear to ask?"
He raised his hand with difficulty and touched his gauze-wrapped head.
His expression changed from confusion to panic, his face looked horrible from excessive blood loss, and his eyes were filled with desolation and despair.
"Isn't it possible that I'm... disfigured?"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
