Male God, a Little Su

At the same time, it was pitch black in the live broadcast room.

A line of white text also appeared.

[This live room has been temporarily closed by the administrator]

Su Yan dropped the mouse and sneered.

Look at all kinds of unbearable remarks on the barrage.

[6666, you dare to be so arrogant, you deserve it! 】

[Sure enough, it's a hang-up, disgusting. 】

[Technical dishes went to the entertainment circle, ran to the technical area to hang up, courting death! 】

【Are you all blind? Can't see the temporary shutdown that the administrator said? Don't talk about other game anchors

I have never encountered such a situation, and I don't know who reported it. Anyway, I believe that Yan Yan has not opened up, waiting to see who will slap in the face! 】

After the live broadcast room was forcibly closed, in PUBG Mobile, the administrator also sent a system email.

Because she killed too many times and was reported too many times, it attracted the attention of the blue hole management. This time, her account will be reviewed separately.

"The clearer is clear, you continue to be yourself, get down, see you another day."

After finishing speaking, Su Yan neatly closed the live broadcast room.

On the road to fame, there will naturally be countless stumbling blocks. If you can walk so easily, it will be easier to fall in the end.

Seeing the dark live broadcast room, Lu Jingming smiled helplessly and shook his head.

I don't know how sad the little girl must be.

He is a mature male and naturally knows how to tell a person apart. The little girl looked delicate, with a deceptive face, but the pride in her bones was not much at all.

Night falls.

The huge office on the 28th floor was brightly lit. Lu Jingming had just finished an international conference and leaned back tiredly and closed his eyes.

Amy walked in quietly, and saw the scene in front of her that made her breathless.

The man with a handsome face and deep lines leaned lazily on the back of the chair, his slender fingers hooked on the thin shelf of the gold-wire glasses, the most common white shirt and dark blue striped tie, meticulously without the slightest fold.

Just like his whole person, mature and restrained, he has his own set of rules of conduct.

Amy's heart beat faster, almost jumping out of her mouth.

Her cheeks were red, and she couldn't take her eyes off the man sitting in the chair.

The most common style, but can best reflect a person's charm.

For another man, maybe it is an insurance seller. He is the only one who wears a cold and abstinent temperament, and even his hair is meticulous and rigorous.

Before she knew it, she had involuntarily approached—

"Who?"

The stranger's breath made Lu Jingming raise his eyes suddenly, and his dark and cold eyes shot at him.

"what……"

Amy was startled, and her brain, which was fascinated by ghosts, finally woke up.

Realizing what she had done just now, Amy's face turned pale in an instant, and she stammered: "I'm sorry boss, I-I'm here to inform you that you have a dinner party tonight..."

"Why don't you knock on the door?"

Lu Jingming's thick black sword brows folded slightly, his thin lips pursed tightly, clearly showing his displeasure.

"I..." Amy opened her mouth, a little embarrassed.

"Go to the finance department to settle the salary by yourself. From tomorrow, you will not use it."

Amy was shocked, "boss—"

Lu Jingming suddenly got up and quickly walked out of the office.

The secretary-general heard the movement and hurriedly greeted him, "Boss, you..."

"The dinner at night will be postponed." Lu Jingming strode forward, raised his hand without looking back, and instructed.

Secretary-General: "Okay, where are you going now, boss? Do you need me to accompany you?"

I'm so sad that duck QAQ is being checked everywhere. I'm worried every day for fear of losing my job... Even if I write normal plots, I'm still afraid of QAQ