"Little boy, we're here." Their company is just a small flat building in the suburbs. The car doesn't need to be parked in the garage, but parked at the gate.

"Then Brother Dong, I'm going to leave first?"

Yan Luo unbuckled his seat belt with ease, took out the company's door key from his favorite little schoolbag, opened it and entered the live broadcast room specially used for live broadcast.

As soon as she started broadcasting, the viewers who had followed yesterday came in one after another. Miao Xiaomiao immediately shared the live broadcast room on Weibo. In just five minutes, the number of people in the live broadcast room reached 700.

[I say hello directly and confidently: Hi! Wife! 】

【Am I not late?】

[Meow Little Meow: Wife, wife, wife post]

[I missed it yesterday, so I clicked in immediately after seeing how everyone was screaming.]

【Missed 1】

[Wearing school uniform today? Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yayyyyy being wearing school uniform? 】

[Where is the younger brother yesterday? Why is he not here?]

[Underage people should be careful, right? Wife.]

Yan Luo greeted them one by one, "Thanks to everyone's support yesterday, my performance has fully met the standards!"

"I have a job next, so I may not be able to broadcast live."

【??!No more live broadcast??】

【My happy "pop!" is gone.】

[Miaoxiaomiao: What are your sister’s plans next? 】

Yan Luo thought for a moment, then casually tore open the potato chips Jiang Dong had put on the table in advance, took one and stuffed it into his mouth, "I may enter the factory next month, and there will also be a national variety show suitable for all ages, everyone can

Looking forward to it.”

That’s right too.

It's just that she didn't enter the factory as a player, but as a production manager.

Transformation Plan is a national variety show with extremely high popularity among the people.

【Enter the factory? Is there a draft?】

[When my sister becomes famous on the show, I will become a long-time fan!]

[You look like this, but you still have to worry about the audience? 】

【Can’t wait to see more.】

Yan Luo stuffed potato chips into her mouth while watching these barrages pass by, watching the barrages praising her with relish.

[Since we are going to become big stars, do we have to have a cheering slogan? Do we also have to have fan names?]

[Of course! We can’t live without what others have! 】

[How about your fan’s name...called Radish?]

[Support slogan: Knives, guns and roses, always on standby for the princess]

【Knives, Guns and Roses, always on standby for the princess.】

【Knives, Guns and Roses, always on standby for the princess.】

【Knives, Guns and Roses, always on standby for the princess.】

【Knives, Guns and Roses, always on standby for the princess.】

【……】

The screen started to refresh inexplicably. Yan Luo inadvertently raised his eyes and saw——

Completely engulfed in soil.

This is too...intimate.

She said politely, "Isn't it a bit... too natural?"

【?What natural smell】

【Grass?】

【day?】

[Could it be that the honey is as sweet, the mountains are as high, the air is as fresh, the flowers are as beautiful, and the small animals are as lively?]

Yan Luo said slowly: "Tu..."

【...Farewell】

【……886】

【...seeing friends again in dreams】

【……gone】

【...I won't come back without three hundred kisses.】

Yan Luo hurriedly tried to save her, "No, no, no, I mean, there is still room for improvement."

"For example... I am Yama, and Yama's subordinates are ghosts, black and white, and impermanence... you can call them impermanence!" Yan Luo felt that he was just a clever little ghost, and he straightened his back proudly.

【……】

【……】

【……】

…

We treat you as our sister/wife/child, but you treat us as your little brother?

Seemingly unaware of the speechless emotions on the other side, Yan Luo continued, "Let's change this 'sword and gun' to the impermanent 'mourning stick'! And 'rose', let's change it to...'roast chicken'!"

【……】

【……】

【……】

"And this 'princess' is not too domineering and doesn't suit my temperament, so let's change it to 'lord'!"

…

This is too hellish.

Ellipses flashed across the barrage, and everyone seemed to be speechless in shock.

A big smile broke out on Yan Luo's face, and her tone was a little coquettish, "Hurry up, hurry up."

Who can withstand this?

The slogan is chosen by yourself.

People are used to it.

What else can I do, I can only pamper her.

Even if I cry, I have to finish refreshing the screen.

[Miao Xiaomiao:...the mourning stick and...and the roast chicken are always on standby for...the master.]

[Crying sticks and roasted chickens are always on standby for the Lord.]

[Crying sticks and roasted chickens are always on standby for the Lord.]

[Crying sticks and roasted chickens are always on standby for the Lord.]

[Crying sticks and roasted chickens are always on standby for the Lord.]

【……】

Why do I feel so much like a shrimp, a soldier, and a crab general?

Think about it carefully and say something later——

"The road ahead is full of ghosts and ghosts, and it is forbidden for humans and gods to travel."

Then start swiping the screen again...

Wow!

It's so shameful, hot-blooded and burning.

When you think about it this way, it seems that you are not so accepting of incompetence.

Yan Luo looked at the prosperous age he had created with satisfaction, and took a few screenshots and sent them to the WeChat group [Squid Qian Baofu Entertainment Company (3)]

[Yan Luo: Just a little bit likable/satisfied]

[Jiangdong: What is this? A cult organization? 】

[Yan Luo: These are my fans!! Fans are dead!!/Angry]
To be continued...