Inheriting Billions After Being Retrenched

Jiang Qingyu's eyelashes moved: "Huh?"

The staff showed Jiang Qingyu the high-energy video of Luo Qiao edited by netizens.

Paying attention to Jiang Qingyu’s expression, her voice was a little nervous: "The number of viewers here was very good at first! Everyone was reluctant to go to Luo Qiao's place, but later... Luo Qiao's creativity seemed more interesting, especially Later, there was also an interactive scene between Luo Zelan and Ming Siran. The number of people watching her suddenly started to increase. Here we are..."

The staff member licked his lips and said nothing.

Jiang Qingyu looked at the phone. In the screen, Luo Qiao was blood behind, and the thriller detective style stunned people's appetite. From the back, her interaction with the men and the punishment methods were all wonderful.

As the night breeze blew, Jiang Qingyu's slightly damp hair fell and brushed on his cheeks, a bit cold.

The staff member looked at her and comforted softly: "Sister Qingyu, you performed really well, and there is a lot of praise on the Internet now, just because..."

Jiang Qingyu raised his eyes with a gentle smile: "It's just because I met Luo Qiao, right?"

Although the woman didn't say anything or even expressed her emotions, the female staff member just felt that she was angry. She hurriedly said, "Sister Qingyu..."

Jiang Qingyu stretched out his hand and patted her on the shoulder, but smiled and comforted her: "Okay, go and do your job."

The staff gave her a worried look, took the towel, and said nothing.

Jiang Qingyu walked forward with her mobile phone alone. The night was very dark. The screen of the mobile phone was shining. Half of her face was covered by her hair and she couldn't see her emotions.

And around, the staff are still busy.

The clip on the phone just played the scene where Luo Zelan put Luo Qiao into Ming Silan's arms.

The sloppy man stroked Luo Qiao's face, then lowered his head and kissed him directly.

Jiang Qingyu's footsteps suddenly stopped.

Ahead, a person with the appearance of a small assistant is holding a mobile phone and screaming in a low voice.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, my fan cp finally kissed!!"

"You said Luo Qiao and Ming Siran?"

"Yes, they are so sweet, they match well, and they have fairy looks."

"Hahaha I like them too, but don't talk about it, after all, it is a variety show for the family, which is not good for the people in the team to hear."

The little assistant nodded hurriedly to put the phone away, but still couldn't suppress the excitement, and whispered to his companion: "Daddy Ming's eyes are really too spoiled, I really envy sister Qiao!"

"Hey, which woman doesn't envy sister Qiao, a beautiful and rich boyfriend is handsome..."

The two of them walked out of the shadow, but unexpectedly ran into Jiang Qingyu suddenly.

The two of them who were still talking about the excitement became stiff, and hurriedly said, "Miss Jiang."

Jiang Qingyu raised his eyes.

Her eyes were dark, there was no emotion at the moment, and a chill suddenly rose behind the two.

Inexplicably, I feel that the woman's appearance at the moment is a bit scary.

However, this feeling was only a moment, Jiang Qingyu's lips curled up quickly, his eyes filled with a smile, and his voice was soft and soft: "Thank you."

The two staff members recovered and hurriedly said, "No hard work, no hard work, Ms. Jiang, it took you a day of recording to work hard."

Jiang Qingyu smiled at them. Although it was night, the woman's snow-white skin and delicate face were still beautiful.

The two greeted her and walked forward over her. They couldn't help but sigh softly: "Miss Jiang is so nice, her temper is always so gentle. I just thought she would teach us what we said..."

"Why? People who have been in contact with Ms. Jiang praised her for being so easy-going and easy-going. I have never seen her lose her temper. Don't worry."

...

The two talked more and more distant.

Jiang Qingyu stood in the shadows, the smile at the corner of her mouth disappeared a little bit. She looked down at the phone, and the screen stayed on the screen of Ming Siran rubbing the tip of her nose with the woman. The man looked at her with gentle eyes, full of affection and affection. , It seems to be felt across the screen.

She slowly pressed her lips, breathing slightly, her hand holding the phone was white because of the force.

After a long while, Jiang Qingyu closed his eyes, took out his mobile phone, and dialed a number.

Her voice is low and soft, but it makes people shudder inexplicably: "...When Luo Qiao is recording tomorrow, you go and do something for me..."

The woman's words with a sneer were gradually engulfed by the night, and the only thing she could feel was the utter coolness.

...

Because it is a horror detective game, a certain plot is needed to facilitate the reasoning of netizens.

The next day, Luo Qiao began to record the plot.

Midway, Ming Siran suddenly had something to do and left first, leaving only Luo Qiao and the others.

After putting on the blood-stained white skirt and putting on her makeup, Luo Qiao started shooting.

Entering the shooting room, the light is dim, and the breath is somewhat depressed, Luo Qiao performs the interpretation according to the content of the script.

Barrage:

[There is a saying, my sister Qiao's acting skills are good. 】

[If it were not for the cyber violence back then, my pretty sister would have won countless awards for her acting skills. 】

[It's still not as good as Miss Qingyu. 】

【? ? The Qingyu fan in front, what sense of presence came to your Dad Luo's live broadcast room? Do you also think that the variety show of your master's house is not good? 】

[Stop arguing, watch the plot carefully! 】

Luo Qiao's excellent performance and BGM that rendered the atmosphere extremely well, the netizens in front of the screen were gradually substituted into the scene, following the protagonist's emotional ups and downs.

Soon, there was only one last shot left to perform.

Luo Qiao adjusted her state and was about to start, but the room suddenly went dark.

She was startled, and just about to make a sound, a very small low laugh suddenly came into her ears.

The very familiar, sticky feeling and extreme horror as if a poisonous snake swims across the skin... Luo Qiao's scalp exploded, and his brain buzzed instantly.

...

Outside, the director frowned: "What's the matter?"

He was about to ask when a scalp-numbing scream suddenly sounded, and the woman's voice was harsh and tragic: "Go away! Go away!"

In the living room, the staff was surprised.

Next to him, Luo Zelan, who had been sitting idle on the sofa with a cold expression, suddenly changed his expression and immediately got up and strode towards the shooting room.

Han Jin Wuxia also heard the scream.

Wu Xia's pupils shrank slightly: "It's pretty!"

The living room suddenly became chaotic, and amidst the noise, everyone rushed towards the small room.

Luo Zelan was the first to reach the door. He kicked the door open. When the light poured in and he saw the scene in the room, that handsome and cold face suddenly sank.

Luo Qiao shrank in the corner, shivering, her hair falling, her expression collapsed.

She covered her ears with her hands, and kept muttering in her mouth: "Go away...Go away..."