Chart Topper Queen

When the audience returned to the T77 live broadcast room, the time progress bar indicated that it was already "five years later".

The picture cuts into the interior of an extended version of the luxury sedan, which is spacious and clean, like a new car that has just been driven from the depot. There were two men and a woman in the back seat. The men were discussing the next summit meeting, while the women assisted in their secretarial duties.

Suddenly, Gao Linxue's phone vibrated, and she casually opened a text message.

The text message showed that she had checked into the Hanhuang Hotel and used a card ending in 3871 to swipe a deposit amount.

This card number-

The originally slack back was suddenly tense, and she covered the screen of her mobile phone. Because the movement was too loud, it also attracted a glance from the man next to him. "What's wrong?"

"...a little dizzy."

Ji Yanzheng: "I'll give you a vacation in two days, take care of yourself."

Ji Yanzheng's concern made her relax slowly and lean back on the back of the chair. The two are now unmarried couples. If it weren't for Ji Yanzheng's too much business, they would not have time for a while, and the two would have been married long ago.

However, that woman actually came back?

Five years ago, she gave the other party a high-limit credit card, and the other party didn't make any movement except for using it during the miscarriage. But she still checked the credit card statement at all times to keep an eye on the other party's whereabouts, and only after the two years of engagement did she ignore it.

Unexpectedly, at this juncture, she actually came back.

She has come back…

Just as she was thinking about it, the two men had already negotiated business affairs, and the topic changed direction unknowingly.

"Why do you still have such a pillow in your car, tsk tsk, it's not like your taste." Song Cheng said, pointing to the long-armed Q version of the flower hairpin on the seat.

Ji Yanzheng paused, closed the pen cover, and said, "It's not mine."

Song Cheng's eyes suddenly became ambiguous: "Could it be Lin Xue's?"

Of course it's not hers. This kind of thing that is incompatible with luxury cars is only used by that woman. Ji Yanzheng doesn't like extravagant style, just because the woman is car sick and the spacious space can make her feel better, he will use this extended Rolls-Royce, and the pillow is also added at her request, after she left , The car was left in the garage where the dust accumulated, probably because the servants cleaned it regularly, and the pillow looked brand new.

If Song Cheng hadn't "chosen" the car to take them to the venue, they wouldn't have seen it today.

"It doesn't seem to be you." Song Cheng knew that he had misunderstood her expression, and took the opportunity to tease, "Besides Ling Xue, do you need other women to dare to occupy your private space?"

Ji Yanzheng didn't give him any response, but this was the norm, and Song Cheng didn't think it was wrong.

Only Gao Linxue noticed his thoughts from his indifferent attitude, and he must have remembered it.

When the car reached the destination, Gao Linxue followed the two of them out of the car, her frown slightly loosened. Although she no longer feels that the other party is a great threat, it is better not to meet if the two can meet. Unfortunately, just after she made a decision, when the signboard of "Hanhuang Hotel" entered her line of sight, she had a bad premonition.

If she remembered correctly, the other party's card information showed this hotel.

At the same time, her eyes passed through the revolving glass door, and the woman's unfamiliar and familiar face flashed faintly, causing her complexion to change greatly.

"What's wrong?"

The way she stopped in place caused Song Cheng to turn around in confusion, and she hurriedly followed them. There was no change in the expression of the man who was leading the way. She guessed that he didn't see it.

Gao Linxue pursed her lips, what did this woman want to do, did she choose this hotel on purpose?

In such a big hotel, there are not too many opportunities to meet. As a secretary, she follows Ji Yanzheng all the time. But there is an invisible thread between the two, pulling them together from time to time.

Without saying anything about the revolving door, the corridor leading from the hall to the conference room almost collided again. She pretended to discuss something with the tall man beside her and turned his attention.

When they entered the elevator, a female voice suddenly asked them to "wait a minute." Gao Linxue was very sensitive, and immediately pressed the elevator door closing button, waiting for the woman's skirt to appear in the closed door. , it's too late to take their elevator.

Her fast and a little panicked movement caused Song Cheng to look back frequently, and even Ji Yanzheng glanced at her.

"I'm afraid it's too late," she concealed.

The reason is slightly far-fetched, and they are noncommittal. And the person who had been in the elevator let out a chuckle.

Song Cheng was like a cockfight, he immediately turned his head and stared at Fan Shaoyang, who was standing with his back against the wall, "What opinion does Mr. Fan have for us, why don't you tell me?"

At the meeting they attended this time, the Fan Group was of course one of the participants. Fan Shaoyang was not unusual here, but he didn't expect that they would meet in the elevator and start the war ahead of time.

Fan Shaoyang smiled casually, "It's just that the voice just now sounds familiar. Secretary Ling is strictly guarding her. Could it be that Mr. Ji's little lover?"

Gao Linxue frowned and immediately looked at Ji Yanzheng. His eyes were dark and deep, with no bottom visible, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

Song Cheng sneered, "The voice of his little lover sounds familiar to you, doesn't Mr. Fan think this sentence is strange?"

Just as Fan Shaoyang was about to refute, as if he remembered something, he glanced at Song Cheng up and down, and suddenly smiled: "It's not too strange."

As soon as Song Cheng opened his mouth, he thought of his fiancee.

Although he didn't take the documents five years ago, he also won the bid, which angered Song Cheng and stared him to death with Ji Yanzheng. Before the two sides coexisted peacefully, but the friction continued, and now it has almost entered a situation of endless death.

Two-on-one, the Fan family was overwhelmed.

woman. He sighed in his heart, he shouldn't be greedy for that momentary pleasure at that time.

Fortunately, that woman disappeared overnight. At that time, the other party used Song Cheng's mobile phone to find him, and there was no contact information afterward. He couldn't blatantly check Song Cheng's fiancée, but he probably knew that the other party had been studying and working abroad and was not planning to return to China in a short time.

This can explain why she didn't appear in domestic social occasions. I'm afraid she secretly hid her whereabouts when she returned to China, specifically to get revenge on Song Cheng.

Does he know what his fiancée has done?

Of course Song Cheng didn't know it, but the maliciousness in the other party's smile gave him a chill.

The camera turns to the other side after their brief exchange.

Ai Bei is leading the children who have aroused strong reactions from the audience, slowly accepting the plot arranged by the master.

The plot master is a major condition for supporting the live broadcast of Kuai Chuan. Each plot master is like an independent individual, with its own way of thinking and preferences. It will automatically fill in the five-year plot according to the character and choice of the characters played by the players. Bay just needs to take a moment to receive it.

Of course, she can also activate the time scaling skills and live in the virtual world for five years.

If you choose to be filled by the mastermind, those filled plots will not break out of the "common sense" of the plot mastermind.

For example, in a script like "The President's Runaway Sweetheart", the age of the plot master is relatively young and naive. For example, the child held by Abe's hand will look more alert and cute than normal children, because the plot master thinks that this is one of the necessary settings for the heroine's child.

Five years ago, after Ai Bei made the arrangements, he activated the time scaling function and left other plots to the master to arrange. Now you just need to understand the plot arranged by the mastermind for her in this process.

The plot from Gao Linxue's perspective, which was used as a buffer and foreshadowing, failed to extinguish the fire of gossip in the audience's heart. Everything in the picture returned to her lens, and the barrage floated down like snowflakes.

[The anchor is haunted, and the reaction of the female supporting cast made me laugh to death. ]

[In the paragraph just now, did the anchor want to create a three-person Shura field? So-so, can't get enough of it. ]

[Wait, shouldn't we be discussing now, who is this child the anchor is holding? ? ? ]

[I*&%￥&... The anchor at the bottom is crazy about money, 1000 star coins, right? The uncle will give it back, and I will give you a reward to scold you #*…@*]

[Wouldn't it be the child who had a car accident, so hardcore? ]

[Wonder Boy. ]

[I don't think so. I suspect it is Song Cheng's. If it is Ji Yanzheng's child, it should be a little older than this boy. ]

[Can you see the one-month gap? Fan Shaoyang and Song Cheng are only one day apart, why don't you say anything. ]

[Is this a suspense drama script? Anchor Beer. ]

There are various answers, but the total number of barrages is more than half less than before, and they are all blocked by the condition of the reward amount.

It is still an audition now, and even the famous anchors dare not set the reward conditions for fear of affecting the initial data. There are many viewers complaining in other live broadcast rooms, which makes those anchors secretly ridiculed in surprise. Now they are thinking about making money, which is too short-sighted. The basic audience of the audition is far inferior to the later stage, and the barrage data is of course more important than the reward amount.

For Aibe, if he doesn't try to grasp the data dynamics in the early stage, when will he wait? After a little experimentation, she discovered an interesting thing.

In the game, in addition to the rhythm of the script, the rhythm of the game itself is also worth controlling, just like now—

The barrage is decreasing, but the number of clicks suddenly skyrockets at a certain period of time.

Many people are curious about which anchor has the courage to try and stand out from the crowd. It is hard for them to imagine how confident she is to set the reward amount in the early stage, and how good her live broadcast is? Curiosity becomes the most effective action force, better than any recommended movie review.

Those viewers who go to other live broadcast rooms and scold T77 anchors are the natural free "tap water", which attracts traffic to Ai Bei.

Of course, if the next live broadcast content can't attract them, the skyrocketing clicks will only be a flash in the pan.

At this moment, the little boy holding the plate in the cafeteria suddenly asked, "Who were you talking to just now?" The milky little overalls that Bei forcibly put on him was also a handsome, cool and handsome little guy.

Ai Bei's expression was innocent, "I didn't open my mouth."

"But you must be talking to someone."

Children are really inexplicably sensitive creatures.

She thought for a while and said, "Well, it's Mr. Ghost, Mr. Ghost is curious about who you are."

"Three-year-olds don't believe this kind of nonsense anymore." As soon as he finished speaking, he watched Ai Bei put a big lump of bean sprouts in his bowl that he hated to eat.

Dean: "…"

Ai Bei: "A person who is not as tall as a dining table is much more mature than a three-year-old child."

"Abey, you are so naive." He muttered, and he had to follow her way of speaking and ask his own questions, "Well, then why do we suddenly live in such a good place, did Mr.Ghost give you money?"

"The money was given to me by Ms.. Living here, of course I have something to do."

"What's up?"

"Emmm..." Ai Bei said while serving him vegetables, "Someone bullied me before, and I want to bully me back."

"Then do you need help?"

It was not until the two of them were seated that Abe said with a smile, "Dean is my best helper."

Little Dean was not surprised by her mysterious appearance. After taking a seat, she found that there was no drink, and asked her, "I'll pour a glass of juice, do you want it?"

"Ok."

Not at all worried about how the little boy who is not yet high enough to get two glasses of juice.

Near the lunch rush period, the flow of people in the restaurant began to increase, especially after the summit held by this hotel came to an end, business people could be seen everywhere for dinner.

Ai Bei picked up what was on the dinner plate to eat, and without observing, he could learn some dynamics from the barrage.

[I'm coming! ]

She raised her head slightly and saw the two people who had just entered.

After not seeing him for five years, Ji Yanzheng's temperament has become more settled. At the age of 26, he still had youthful sharpness and impetuousness. Now this impetuousness has been subsided by time. The man's expression is cold and his black eyes are unfathomable.

Next to him was Gao Linxue. Instead, Song Cheng fell behind. As soon as the meeting was over, he and Fan Shaoyang went back and forth, arguing and arguing.

Gao Linxue was absent-minded all day, she remembered the message "Why are you back?" she sent to the woman, like a stone sinking into the sea.

Probably because he was very sensitive to that woman today, almost as soon as he stepped into the restaurant, he looked in one direction with emotion.

is her.

She asked Ji Yanzheng calmly: "There are too many people. I'll find someone to replace it with a private box?"

Fortunately, Ji Yanzheng agreed.

The two said they were leaving.

How could Aibe let her take people away? She was tired of playing cat and mouse for a day. She pushed the plate out, and the sound of broken china rang out in the dining room, and some people were splattered with grease and quarreling.

Ji Yanzheng stopped turning around and glanced in that direction subconsciously.

His eyes froze suddenly.

The woman who smashed the dinner plate was dressed in a small fragrance suit, with a beautiful appearance and a little more charm than five years ago. The man who confronted her was unforgiving, and there was a weak timidity in her eyes, which made her look pitiful.

How could he forget this look, she used this look for countless times of passion in the past, and he couldn't help ravaging her desire.

"sorry Sorry…"

Here, "Chu Tian" handed the napkin to that person while apologizing. Suddenly, someone grabbed her wrist!

"Chu Tian."

The two words that the man whispered out of his throat had the power to make one's heart tremble.

Chu Tian looked up to see him, her eyes trembled, and she quickly regained her indifferent expression, "I'm sorry, sir, you have identified the wrong person. My name is Abey, not Chu Tian."

Ji Yanzheng seemed to have never heard of it, and there were swirls in his dark eyes, "Where have you been in the past five years?"

"I said that…"

"Yanzheng." Gao Linxue appeared in time, her hand was on Ji Yanzheng's arm, and she wanted him to let go, "If you have anything to say, go out and talk, this is a restaurant."

She looked at Chu Tian with condescending eyes, as if she didn't care what tricks she was playing.

"This lady is right." Chu Tian glanced at her and said to him, "She is your girlfriend, right? Even if I am really that lady named Chu Tian, ​​this gentleman can't be in front of a woman. A friend's face... ah!"

Her wrist was clenched suddenly, as if it was about to break. She turned pale.

The man in front of her warned her: "Don't let me repeat it a second time."

"What do you want to do to my mother?"

A four or five-year-old boy suddenly appeared. There was no expression on his face, and he seemed calmer than ordinary children, only looking at him could not help revealing hostility in his eyes.

Presumably knowing the power gap between the two, he didn't try to let him go so as not to anger him and cause more damage to his mother.

It looks like he is negotiating with a gangster.

At the same time, Song Cheng and Fan Shaoyang, who were a few steps slower to the restaurant, froze.

They didn't hear the arguments and conversations between the two of them before, but they all saw Aibe's face clearly and heard the child's call of "Mom".

For a while, the expressions of the two were quite rich.

Song Cheng didn't try his best to cover up, his face flushed slightly, but he stopped talking. He clearly knew that Chu Tian had not come back since that day. When the two of them were together, she had disappeared from Ji Yanzheng's side for three months. If she was pregnant, he wouldn't feel it.

This kid looks about five years old, five years ago, wouldn't it be...

Beside him, the smile on Fan Shaoyang's lips narrowed slightly, his eyes deepened, and he also looked thoughtful.

Is she married to Song Cheng?

Impossible, how could the Song family's wedding be silent.

He looked at Song Cheng subconsciously, but found that Song Cheng was looking at the child beside his fiancee with a shocked look.

Does he not know the child?

In the blink of an eye, the scene of that night came into my mind, this child... Could it be...

As for Ji Yanzheng, who was standing in front of Ai Bei, his indifferent expression finally changed, his thin lips pursed tightly, and he looked at her coldly, "This is your child? Are you married?"

Ai Bei did not refute, only raised his lips and sneered: "So can this gentleman let go?"

After regaining his senses, Ji Yanzheng sneered, "Don't think about it." His eyes couldn't see through, with a hint of coldness, "You think you can escape when you get married—"

Just halfway through, little Dean suddenly shouted:

"dad!"

As soon as the shouting fell, three gazes, like searchlights, hit him at the same time.

Little Dean suddenly felt his back sink, and it seemed that many people were staring at him nervously with complicated and strange eyes.

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[Hahaha and hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha]

[And hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, just to laugh with everyone, I have to laugh! ! ]

[To be honest, looking at their expressions, do they all think this is their son? ]