When the audience returned to the t77 live broadcast room, the time progress bar prompted "five years later."
The scene cuts into the interior of a stretched luxury car, which is spacious and clean, like a new car that has just been driven out of the car factory. There were two men and one woman sitting in the back seat. The men are discussing the upcoming summit, while the woman is assisting and performing the duties of a secretary.
Suddenly, Gao Linxue's cell phone vibrated, and she opened the text message casually.
The text message showed that she had checked into Hanhuang Hotel and paid a deposit with the card numbered 3871.
This card number——
Her originally relaxed back suddenly tensed up, and she covered the phone screen. Because the movement was so loud, it even attracted a glance from the man next to him. "What's wrong?"
"...a little dizzy."
Ji Yanzheng: "I'll give you a day off in two days. Take care of yourself."
Ji Yanzheng's care made her slowly relax and lean back on the chair again. The two are now an unmarried couple. If Ji Yanzheng hadn't been too busy with business and couldn't spare the time, they 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, but the other party had no use except for using it during miscarriage. But she still checked the statement of this credit card all the time to keep an eye on the other person's whereabouts, and only after the two years of engagement, she stopped caring about it.
Unexpectedly, at this juncture, she would come back.
She has come back…
While she was thinking about it, the two men had already discussed business matters, and the topic unknowingly changed direction.
"Why do you still have such a pillow in your car? Tsk tsk, it doesn't look like your taste." Song Cheng pointed at the long-armed Q-version hairpin monkey on the seat.
Ji Yanzheng paused and closed the pen cap, his expression invisible: "It's not mine."
Song Cheng's eyes suddenly became ambiguous: "Could it be Lin Xue's?"
Of course it's not hers. Only that woman can use something that is incompatible with a luxury car. Ji Yanzheng doesn't like extravagant things. He only used this stretched Rolls-Royce because the woman got motion sick and the spacious space made her feel better. The pillows were also added at her request. After she left, , this car was sitting in the garage gathering dust. It was probably the servants who cleaned it regularly, so the pillows looked as new as ever.
If Song Cheng hadn't "handpicked" this car to take them to the venue, they wouldn't have seen it today.
"It seems it's not you." Song Cheng knew there was a misunderstanding as soon as he saw her expression, and took the opportunity to tease, "Aside from Ling Xue, is there any other woman who dares to occupy your personal space?"
Ji Yanzheng didn't give him any response, but this was normal and Song Cheng didn't think it was wrong.
Only Gao Linxue noticed his thoughts from his cold attitude, and he must have remembered it.
When the car reached its destination, Gao Linxue followed the two of them out of the car, her frown slightly relaxed. Although she no longer felt that the other party was a big threat, it was better for the two of them not to meet. Unfortunately, she had just made her decision, and when the signboard of "Hanhuang Hotel" came into her sight, she suddenly had a bad feeling in her heart.
If she remembered correctly, the other party's credit card information showed this hotel.
At the same time, her gaze passed through the revolving glass door, and the woman's unfamiliar yet familiar face vaguely flashed past, causing her expression to change drastically.
"What's wrong?"
The way she stopped in place made Song Cheng turn around in confusion, and she hurriedly followed them. The man who was leading the way showed no change in his expression. 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 wouldn't be many opportunities to meet. As a secretary, she is always with Ji Yanzheng. But there seemed to be an invisible thread between the two, pulling them together from time to time.
Not to mention the revolving door, the long corridor leading from the hall to the conference room almost hit her again. She pretended to have something to discuss with the tall man next to her and diverted his attention.
When they entered the elevator, a female voice not far away suddenly asked them to "wait a minute." Gao Linxue was extremely sensitive. As soon as she heard this, she immediately pressed the elevator door button, waiting for the woman's skirt to appear in the closed door. , it was too late to take their elevator.
Her fast and somewhat panicked movements caused Song Cheng to look back frequently, and even Ji Yanzheng glanced at her.
"I'm afraid I won't have enough time," she concealed.
The reason was a little far-fetched, and they were noncommittal. And the person who was in the elevator chuckled.
Like a fighting cock, Song Cheng immediately turned around and stared at Fan Shaoyang, who was standing with his back against the wall. "Mr. Fan, if you have any opinions on us, why don't you tell us?"
Of course, the Fan Group was also one of the participants in the meeting they attended this time. Fan Shaoyang was not unusual here, but he didn't expect that they would meet in the elevator and start a fight in advance.
Fan Shaoyang smiled carelessly, "I just thought the voice just sounded familiar. Secretary Ling is guarding her tightly. Could it be one of Mr. Ji's little lovers?"
Gao Linxue's brows jumped and she immediately looked at Ji Yanzheng. His eyes were dark and deep, invisible, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.
Song Cheng sneered, "His little lover's voice sounds familiar to you. Don't Mr. Fan think this sentence is strange?"
Fan Shaoyang was about to retort, but as if he remembered something, he looked Song Cheng up and down, and suddenly smiled: "It's not very strange."
As soon as Song Cheng spoke, he thought of his fiancée.
Although he did not take away the documents five years ago, he still won the bid. Since then, Song Cheng was angered and he and Ji Yanzheng were staring at him. Before, the two sides coexisted peacefully, but there were constant frictions. Now they have almost entered a life-and-death situation.
Two against one, the Fan family was so overwhelmed that they couldn't breathe.
woman. He sighed in his heart, he shouldn't have been greedy for that momentary happiness at that time.
Fortunately for that woman, she disappeared after one night. The other party used Song Cheng's mobile phone to find him at that time, and did not leave any contact information afterwards. He couldn't blatantly check Song Cheng's fiancée, but he roughly knew that she had been studying and working abroad and was not planning to return to China in a short time.
This can explain why she did not appear in social events in China. She probably secretly hid her whereabouts when she returned to China, specifically to take revenge on Song Cheng.
Does he know what his fiancée has done
Of course Song Cheng didn't know, but the malice in the other person's smile gave him a chill.
After their brief confrontation, the camera turned to the other side.
Abe is leading the children, who have aroused strong reactions from the audience, to slowly accept the plot arranged by the mastermind.
The plot master is a major condition for supporting the live broadcast of Fast Travel. Each plot master is like an independent individual with his own way of thinking and preferences. It will automatically fill in the five-year plot based on the character and choices played by the players. Ai Bay just needs to take a moment to take it in.
Of course, she can also activate the time zoom skill and live in the virtual world for five years.
If you choose to have the plot filled in by the mastermind, then those filled-in plots will not escape the "common sense" scope of the plot mastermind.
For example, in a script like "The CEO's Runaway Sweetheart", the plot mastermind is relatively young and naive. For example, the child held by Abe's hand will look more alert and cute than a normal child. The plot mastermind believes that this is one of the necessary settings for the heroine's child.
Five years ago, after Abe made the arrangements, he activated the time zoom function and handed over other plots to the mastermind to arrange. Now she just needs 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 flames of gossip in the audience's hearts. Everything returned to her lens, and the barrage floated down like snowflakes.
[The anchor is haunted, and the female supporting actor’s reaction made me laugh to death. ]
[In the paragraph just now, did the anchor want to create a three-person Shura field? Just so-so, not exciting. ]
[Wait a minute, isn’t what we should be discussing now, who is the child that the anchor is leading? ? ? ]
[I*&%￥&… The anchor at the bottom is crazy about money. I can afford 1,000 star coins, right? I will give you a special reward to scold you#*… * ]
[It can’t be the kid who got into the car accident, right? So hardcore? ]
[Miracle 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 difference of one month? Why didn't you tell Fan Shaoyang and Song Cheng that they were only one day apart? ]
[Is this a suspense drama script? Anchor Beer. ]
The answers are varied, but the total number of barrages is more than half less than before, and they are all blocked by the conditions of the reward amount.
It's still an audition, and even the slightly famous anchors don't dare to set reward conditions for fear of affecting the initial data. There are many viewers who complain in other live broadcast rooms, which makes those anchors secretly ridiculed in surprise. It is too short-sighted to just want to make money now. The base audience of the auditions is far less than that of the later stages, and the barrage data is of course much more important than the reward amount.
For Aibe, if we don’t try to grasp the dynamics of data in the early stage, how long will it take? After a little experiment, she discovered something interesting.
In a game, besides the rhythm of the script, the rhythm of the game itself is also important to control, just like now -
The barrages are decreasing, but the number of clicks suddenly spikes during a certain period of time.
Many people are curious about which anchor has the courage to try and stand out among all the anchors. They can't imagine how much confidence she has to set the reward amount in the early stage, and how beautiful her live broadcast must be. Curiosity will turn into the most effective power of action, better than any recommended movie reviews.
Those viewers who go to other live broadcast rooms to curse the t77 anchor are natural free "tap water" and attract traffic to Aibe.
Of course, if the subsequent live broadcast content cannot attract them, the skyrocketing number of clicks will be just a flash in the pan.
At this time, the little boy holding a dinner plate in the cafeteria suddenly asked, "Who were you talking to just now?" The little overalls with milky breasts that Bei forced him to wear made him a handsome and cool little boy.
Abe's expression was innocent, "I didn't open my mouth."
"But you must be talking to someone."
Children are incredibly perceptive creatures.
She thought for a moment and said, "Well, it's Mr. Ghost. Mr. Ghost is very curious about who you are."
"A three-year-old kid won't even believe this kind of nonsense." As soon as he finished speaking, he watched as Abe put a big bunch of bean sprouts that he hated into his bowl.
Little Dean: “…”
Abe: "A person who is no taller than a dining table is much more mature than a three-year-old child."
"Abey, you are so naive." He muttered, and had to follow her way of speaking and raise his own questions, "Okay, then why are we suddenly living in such a nice place? Did Mr. Ghost give you money?"
"The money was given by ms. I was taken advantage of. Of course I have something to do when I live here."
"What's up?"
"emmm..." Abe said while picking up food for him, "Someone bullied me before, and I want to bully him back."
"So do you need help?"
It wasn't until the two of them sat down that Abe smiled and said, "Dean is my best helper."
Little Dean was not surprised by her mysterious appearance. After sitting down, he noticed that the drink was missing and asked her, "I'll get you a glass of juice. Do you want it?"
"Um."
I didn’t worry at all about how the little boy, who was no taller than the table, would get two glasses of juice.
As the lunch rush hour approaches, the flow of people in the restaurant begins to increase, especially after the summit held in this hotel has come to an end, and business people can be seen everywhere coming to dine.
Abe picked at the food on the plate and ate it. Without observing, he could understand 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 each other for five years, Ji Yanzheng's temperament has become more settled. At the age of 26, he still had the sharpness and impetuosity of youth. Now this impatience has been calmed by time. The man's expression is cold and his black eyes are unfathomable.
Next to him was Gao Linxue. Song Cheng fell behind instead. As soon as the meeting ended, he and Fan Shaoyang went back and forth, arguing and arguing.
Gao Linxue was absent-minded all day long. She thought of the message she sent to that woman, "Why are you back?"
Probably because I was particularly sensitive to that woman today, almost as soon as I entered the restaurant, I looked in one direction with a feeling.
is her.
She calmly asked Ji Yanzheng: "There are too many people. Can I find someone to switch to a private box?"
Fortunately, Ji Yanzheng agreed.
The two said they were about to leave.
How could Abe let her take the person away? After playing cat and mouse for a day, she was tired of it. She pushed the dinner plate out, and the sound of breaking porcelain resounded in the restaurant, and there were people arguing over oil spills.
Ji Yanzheng stopped turning around and glanced in that direction subconsciously.
His eyes suddenly froze.
The woman who broke the dinner plate was wearing a fragrant suit, her face was beautiful, and she had more charm than five years ago. The man who was confronting her was reluctant to let go, and there was a weak and timid look in her eyes, making her look pitiful.
How could he forget this look? She had used this look on countless passionate moments in the past, making him unable to help but ravage her desires.
"sorry Sorry… "
Here, "Chu Tian" apologized and handed the napkin to the person. Suddenly, someone grabbed her wrist!
"Chu Tian."
The two words whispered from the man's throat had the power to make people's hearts tremble.
Chu Tian raised her head and saw him, her eyes trembled, and she quickly returned to her indifferent expression, "I'm sorry, sir, you got the wrong person. My name is Abey, not Chu Tian."
Ji Yanzheng seemed as if he hadn't heard anything, and there was a whirlpool in his dark eyes, "Where have you been in the past five years?"
"I said that… "
"Yan Zheng." Gao Linxue appeared in time. She put her hand on Ji Yanzheng's arm, trying to get him to let go. "If you have anything to say, let's go out and talk. This is a restaurant."
She looked at Chu Tian with a condescending look, 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 the lady named Chu Tian, this gentleman can't do it in front of a girl." In front of friends...ah!"
Her wrist suddenly felt painful, 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 little boy of four or five years old suddenly appeared. There was no expression on his face, and he looked calmer than an ordinary child. Only the eyes looking at him couldn't help but show hostility.
Probably knowing the difference in strength between the two, he didn't try to get him to let go, so as not to anger him and cause more harm to his mother.
He looked like he was negotiating with a gangster.
At the same time, Song Cheng and Fan Shaoyang, who were walking a few steps slower to the restaurant, hesitated.
They didn't hear the previous argument and conversation between the two, but they all saw Abe's face clearly and heard the child's call of "Mom."
For a moment, both of them had very rich expressions.
Song Cheng failed to cover it up, his face turned slightly red, and he hesitated to speak. He knew clearly 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 would not be able to feel it.
This child looks to be about five years old. Five years ago, would it be...
Beside him, the smile on Fan Shaoyang's lips faded slightly, his eyes darkened, and he also looked thoughtful.
Is she married to Song Cheng
Impossible, how could the Song family's wedding be silent.
He subconsciously looked at Song Cheng, only to find that Song Cheng looked at the child next to his fiancée with shocked eyes.
He doesn't know this child
In a flash, the scene of that night came into my mind. This child... could it be...
As for Ji Yanzheng, who was standing in front of Abe, his indifferent expression finally changed. His thin lips were pursed tightly, and he looked at her with cold eyes, "Is this your child? Are you married?"
Abe did not refute, only raised his lips and said sarcastically: "So, can this gentleman let go?"
After coming back to his senses, Ji Yanzheng sneered, "Don't even think about it." His eyes were opaque, with a hint of coldness, "You think you can escape after getting married-"
Just in the middle of speaking, Little Dean suddenly shouted:
"dad!"
As soon as the shouting ended, three eyes, like searchlights, hit him at the same time.
Little Dean suddenly felt a weight on his back, as if many people were staring at him nervously with complex and strange eyes.
[ hahahahahahahaha ]
[Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha]
[And hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahat rewards are to laugh with everyone. I want to laugh crazy! ! ! ! ]
[Honestly, looking at their expressions, do they all think this is their son? ]