Chapter Seventy-Seven: The Live Variety Show Begins
Su Wanwan, who rushed out, startled Assistant Lin, he looked at Su Wanwan's panicked expression, only thinking that his president had bullied the future boss lady in the office, put away the smile in his eyes, and walked forward.
"Are you leaving? â
"Thank you. Seeing that someone was there, Su Wanwan returned to her usual look and quickly followed Assistant Lin out of Jing's.
After returning home, Su Wanwan rested for two more days, and she received a call from Wenshuang the night before the variety show shooting.
"Late, tomorrow at seven o'clock in the morning, someone from the program team will go to your house to install the camera, you get up early. â
"Ah, okay, by the way, Sister Wen, did you ask about my tree?" Su Wanwan responded, suddenly remembering that the tree she wanted to plant had not yet arrived.
"I've already asked, you can pick a time, and there are flower farmers. â
"Then tomorrow. Su Wanwan thought for a while and said, "It's just the content of the live broadcast." â
"Okay, I'll get in touch later. By the way, the program team posted on Weibo, you can forward it. â
"Good. â
hung up the phone, Su Wanwan opened Weibo, clicked on his latest attention, and saw the latest Weibo posted by the program team.
@ææçŽæææ: From tomorrow, the celebrity live broadcast challenge will join hands with @sweet orange entertainment sweet orange live broadcast platform to start a new live broadcast journey, starting at 7 o'clock in the morning, non-stop live broadcast throughout the day, there is always a star to attract you, @æćż@ćæŽæŽ@è””èŸæł@è«ć@ç§Šć·@èææ
After forwarding, Su Wanwan turned off her mobile phone.
The next morning, the alarm clock rang at six o'clock, and a slender white arm stretched out from under the pink quilt, and his hand fumbled wildly on the bedside table, and finally pressed the alarm clock off.
It took a few more minutes for a messy little head to emerge from the covers, muttering something in its mouth.
"Come to the house early in the morning, don't the program team sleep?"
After complaining, she sat quietly on the bed for a while, and finally resigned herself to her fate.
After coming to modern times, she really got up later and later.
By the time she had cleaned herself up, the hands had turned to half-past six, and she was about to make herself a breakfast when the doorbell rang suddenly.
She opened the door in a daze, and saw a black camera pointed at her, followed by a choreographer with a big smile.
Su Wanwan was stunned for a moment before coming back to her senses.
"Seven o'clock?" she thought back to the time she had just looked at herself, wasn't it half past six?
"Nope. Seeing Su Wanwan's overwhelmed look, the choreographer smiled even more happily, "It's only half past six now." â
"Half past six?" Su Wanwan raised her eyebrows, as if she understood something. Then she closed the door and ran back to the living room.
Unexpectedly, the choreographer and photographer outside the door of Su Wanwan's operation: "......"
The two of you, look at me, I look at you, even more overwhelmed than Su Wanwan just now.
At this time, the live broadcast room has been opened, although the time is very early, there are still many fans in the live broadcast room, and Su Wanwan has the most fans in the live broadcast room, most of them are because of Qiu Manman's fake news A few days ago, they attacked Su Wanwan in groups, because of their guilt for her, so they stayed here.
Unexpectedly, the program team opened the live broadcast room in advance without following the routine, and of course they also saw a series of operations of Su Wanwan closing the door.