C7 Meet

Jin Zuo looked at the Patek Fei Li on his wrist.

He straightened his back and clicked on the nearest live broadcast room.

Before singing and dancing, they habitually greeted the fans who were waiting for them. They first said a few words, then slowly moved on to the main topic.

Ye Zichen searched the room one by one, while Jin Zuo's eyes were filled with contempt.

The Sword Flag Platform was a large scale live broadcast platform that he had personally established. With the help of the platform's servers and resources, Fatty Liu had created this "ambiguous" live broadcast platform.

He had always turned a blind eye to Fatty Liu's actions.

However, how long had it been since there was only these coquettish b * tches left on the platform?

When he thought of that woman dressed as these people did every day, showing off and selling meat, he felt angry in his heart. It was as if the previous night's experience was a deep insult to him.

Suddenly, an interesting room caught his attention.

Opening the door, he found himself familiar with the game interface of the Alliance.

In the lower right corner of the box, the female anchorwoman was nowhere to be seen. The whole screen was occupied by a giant ball.

There were only around 100 people in the room watching. Quite a few people reminded her that the camera was crooked and her face was missing. Unfortunately, she was very serious and didn't know if she had turned off the screen or not.

Jin Zuo had one arm on the armrest as he tapped the screen and said:

"Enlarge the frame for me to see."

"Yes …" CEO, please forgive me, but this is an ignorant newbie. Cough, newcomer, I will criticize her and will definitely not let her make the same mistake again! "

Fatty Liu was trembling with fear. He pressed the remote control to maximize the size of Jiang Wu's room, cursing her as a pest in his heart.

The wall of the CEO's office was about four to five square meters, and now, there was a strange shaking of a huge ball.

Jin Zuo frowned and whispered:

"Enlarge it a bit more."

Fatty Liu was on the verge of tears. What was there to see about this broken head? Did the CEO eat the wrong medicine today?

"Pull down!"

Jin Zuo stood up from the sofa seat. He supported himself with one hand and moved closer to take a closer look —

Behind the woman's ears, hidden behind was an ambiguous kiss. Although she was wearing a high-necked shirt, in this awkward position behind the ear, there was usually no one who could kiss out the strawberries.

Unless her skin was exceptionally delicate, or. The place they did it was quite special, like a hot bath?

With an evil smile, Jin Zuo's eyes changed.

Found her!

"Who is she?"

Jin Zuo was in no hurry to find her. He crossed his arms and asked Fatty Liu with a smile.

"Her name is Jiang Wu, she only came to work for half a year and is at the bottom. Other than live broadcast games, there's no interaction at all. When she arrives at the contract, I'm too lazy to continue, but she was signed just like that."

Jiang Wu?

He playfully read her name and suddenly remembered. He used his cell phone to log in a visitor account. After entering the room, he immediately fired a bullet at her:

[You want to buy me a night of debauchery for a thousand yuan? Isn't your offer a bit too touching?]

Without waiting for her reply, Jin Zuo threw another one.

[You dead woman, how dare you ignore me?]

Three seconds later, the system notification chimed in: Sorry, you have been kicked out of the room by the room manager!

The veins on Jin Zuo's forehead throbbed. He resisted the urge to smash his phone and entered the room.

[Who dares to kick me …]

Before he could send out the edits, the system prompted him again: Sorry, you have been forbidden to speak by the room manager for 12 hours and have been kicked out of the room.

With trembling hands, he put down his phone and pretended as if nothing had happened.

"CEO, your … your expression is a bit ugly!" Fatty Liu's heart tightened.

"Since when did the room have the function of kicking people?"

"There have always been. To prevent some perverted and vulgar lunatic from disturbing our employees, of course we have to have the function of kicking people."

A murderous intent rose from Jin Zuo's body as he glanced at Fatty Liu slowly.

If his eyes were a knife, he would have been chopped into pieces.

In order to hide the embarrassment on his face and calm his anger, Jin Zuo could only focus on the game on the screen.

After the deadline, there were already two small team battles in the middle of the line. Jiang Wu played as an assistant. Although her mechanics were top-notch and her positioning was coquettish, she couldn't match up with the ADC.

Jin Zuo was gradually fascinated by it.

He felt that he was very familiar with Jiang Wu's movements, but he couldn't tell what kind of specific imitation it was. It could only be said to be a type of inexplicable feeling.

Suddenly, Jiang Wu's routine made Jin Zuo tense up!