At 8:55 p.m., before Lin Yike even started broadcasting, her live broadcast room had already attracted more than 1.5 million viewers.
Many netizens were attracted by this eye-catching homepage promotion and clicked in to leave curious comments:
[What's going on? Who is this anchor?]
Kind-hearted netizens helped them explain.
【It is yikeyeke】
【Who is yikeyeke】
[Boss Y’s daughter-in-law]
Who is Boss Y?
[A big boss who only stayed in Tiancheng for six days and tipped hundreds of thousands of dollars. Also, brothers, please pay attention, all this money was tipped to yikeyeke]
[Mad, beautiful love, I'm hooked]
【YY welcomes everyone to join the group to share resources [link]】
For a while, the number of members in the YY group exceeded the limit. The group owner, the girl number four who was matched with Chou Ju Ju that day and threatened to help Lin Yike to deal with the boss of Y, opened four or five small groups to accommodate such a huge traffic.
Here, Lin Yike was completely oblivious to the netizens' CP-shipping mentality and continued to ask Zhao Siru, "Can you come tonight? I've already promised Y!"
[I can come!] Zhao Siru replied, [I was originally thinking of introducing my boyfriend to you, but who knew he had something to do tonight! Forget it, I'll give you some dog food next time, I'll make arrangements for you this time!]
Lin Yike felt uncomfortable no matter how he listened to it. "What do you mean, arrange for me first?"
[Hehehe, I understand!] Zhao Siru laughed lewdly, worriedly, [Last time, didn't you tell me that my dad said bad things about Y? Today, you've made such a big scene. If my dad knew about it, he'd probably get a brain congestion!]
"I didn't mean to make such a big fuss!" Lin Yike was speechless. She had originally thought this was just a simple introduction between good friends.
Unexpectedly, Yin Yiqian got angry suddenly and spent so much money, which attracted a wave of netizens to be witnesses.
The person in charge of Sweet Orange may have smelled the scent of money, so he specially gave her an hour off, promoted her on the homepage, and gave her a sexy title: Yikeyeke, who is now a married woman, is meeting her friends on live broadcast.
He also told her to prepare well, dress up beautifully, don't be nervous, and perform well.
Lin Yike was speechless. She just wanted to meet Yin Yiqian's friend, not get married. Was it necessary to make such a big deal out of it?
She had wanted to resist the dark capitalism's exploitation of the love of a commoner like her, but when she thought about it, she realized that she hadn't dealt with it before because she knew her fans couldn't see her.
Now that I'm going to meet Yin Yiqian's good friend, I have to leave a good impression on him.
She hurried to Xiaocha's room and shyly asked her to put makeup on her.
I have to say that makeup really determines a person's complexion.
For example, she was so frightened by Yin Yiqian's lavish spending today that her face turned dark, but after she put on makeup, it was not visible at all.
Lin Yike touched her face with oil-blotting paper, confirming she was still beautiful, before replying to Zhao Siru: "What else can I do? I'll stay the same in the face of change. I'll explain this to Uncle Zhao later!"
Zhao Siru thought about it and decided that this was the only way.
[Oh, it’s already nine o’clock, let’s play games!] Lin Yike sent this message to Zhao Siru, and then forwarded it to Y.
At nine o'clock on time, a carefully dressed girl appeared in the live broadcast room.
"Oops," the girl stuck out her tongue and smiled shyly, "Sorry, why is the video window so big!"
The girl in the picture is very fair-skinned. She doesn't look pale at all under the light. Instead, her eyes appear bright. Her long eyelashes seem to be touching the camera because she is leaning forward. Her shy smile easily captures the hearts of countless people.
Lin Yike leaned in front of the screen to study it carefully, and hurriedly reduced the size of the video window, but was blocked by the barrage of comments.
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