Marriage by Agreement, Focus on Participation [MTL] (Completed)

Chapter 41

"I didn't go in!" Fu Wan said, "This is my own game studio."

[Prison play? special xp? ]

[Come to work late at night, broadcast something that our Pingxin TV doesn't allow, don't feel sorry for my money. ]

"I'm a serious game anchor, okay!" Fu Wan said, "Didn't I make you feel good when I play games? I'm also in the top ten in the game area."

[Look, he's angry. ]

[Look, I can't even take a joke like this, there's nothing left to do with a dead straight man. ]

Fu Wan: "...I'm not a straight man."

[Hmm, you are a straight man with a national first-level living body protection level. ]

[Then you can't afford to joke about it, it should be the deep cabinet. ]

[Change the computer desktop? With such a big shoe, are you going to change careers and sell children? ]

Fu Wan: "..."

Why didn't he usually think that his group of water friends had such sharp mouths?

A firework pattern suddenly lit up in the center of the computer screen, and colorful light effects filled the screen.

[System prompt: "Night" rewarded you with fireworks x1. 】

Fireworks are tipping gifts from Pingxin TV, 10,000 yuan per blast, and the entire live broadcast software can see them. At the same time, there are also messages from tippers that cannot be blocked.

[Night]: Every night, read WeChat.

[Night]: Don't bully him.

Fu Wan stared blankly at the computer desktop, not knowing how to react for a while.

Qi Ye swiped another 10 for him, and the gorgeous fireworks special effects filled the screen.

[Night]: Wanwan, don't be angry.

[Night]: Wanwan, I like yours.

Fu Wan: "..."

[Hey, our administrator is actually alive. ]

[Damn it, could this be the administrator? This is an ATM, spitting out money. ]

Fu Wan's mobile phone was charging beside the iron bed. When he turned to look for the mobile phone, Qi Ye swiped the fireworks to fifty.

The whole Pingxin TV was shocked.

[Fuck, so much money is enough for us to be poor for half our lives. ]

[directly from. ]

Even the anchor manager Lao Zhang rushed to send a message--

[Crazy-Old Zhang]: My commission for this month is √

[Crazy-Old Zhang]: No wonder you didn't let me play "Night" before, you kid can do it.

Fu Wan didn't bother to pay attention to this group of people. He turned on his dead phone and found that it was filled with Qi Ye's missed calls and messages.

[Qi Ye]: Wanwan.

[Qi Ye]: Wife.

[Qi Ye]: Brother, I was in a bad mood just now, so I hurt you.

[Qi Ye]: What about people?

[Qi Ye]: Pay early!

[Qi Ye]: Cute Bear Angry.jpg