"Really. The big boy obviously misread Tang Wen's expression, and said impassionedly, "And I just heard you say that when you were bullied, your boyfriend stood by and watched silently, or is he not ......a man?

Tang Wen covered her chest and resisted the urge to vomit blood: "Wait, brother...... No, how long have you been listening to it?"

She recalled a little, when she came back, she did tell Liu Minghui that she was bullied and Liu Minghui didn't care about it, but that was when she just got out of the car, right? Later, the two talked for so long, and she sat on the ground alone and cried for a long time......

These, this kid has seen it from beginning to end?!

"How long have you been listening?" the man blinked awkwardly, knowing that he was exposed, he actually pretended to look at his phone and whispered, "That's it...... Half an hour, right?"

Tang Wen supported her forehead.

The occupancy rate of their community is not high, and it is a high-rise, and the residents all take the elevator, and few climb the stairs, so she and Liu Minghui talk about their dreams and future in the corridor.

Right now...... It was all listened to by a stranger.

Just listen to it, just go home and secretly laugh at it, and come to me and tell me why you listened to it all!

"Thank you for the paper and comfort, I'm home!" Tang Wen said, bending down and quickly picking up the paper towels scattered on the ground, and took out the key from her bag to open the door.

Although the other party looks a little weird, he is a warm-hearted person in the end. It can basically rule out the possibility of him following into the house and robbing and cutting his throat, and Tang Wen did not force many people to open the door and go home.

The key is inserted into the keyhole, but it can't turn left and right.

"This floor is my ......," the boy wanted to speak again.

This time, Tang Wen's head was finally sober, one step faster, she glanced up at the floor, quickly pulled out the key, threw down a sentence, and went upstairs with a bang.

"Sorry, I saw the wrong floor!"

I was really dizzy tonight, Tang Wen beat her head, she even walked at the door of the house by mistake, and climbed one floor less.

Halfway up the stairs, she thought about it again, bent down, and secretly looked downstairs.

Really......

The boy skilfully took out the key, opened the door where she had been crying all night, and went in.

Tang Wen: "......"

No wonder no matter how much she cried or said that the other party didn't leave, they were all guarding her at the door, it turned out that the door was blocked by her......

Think about this person going to the supermarket to buy something and coming home, and seeing a woman sitting in front of his house crying, crying for half an hour, which is also unlucky.

When Tang Wen got home, she took off her heavy and uncomfortable dress, folded it carefully, changed into soft home clothes, took off her crying makeup, and then pretended that nothing had happened tonight. Fortunately, the sudden oolong incident effectively knocked away the haze that Liu Minghui left in her heart.

She also needs to do something to divert her attention, like work.

Tang Wen opened a pack of potato chips, opened her laptop, took out the anchor information sent by Sister Ah Chun in the afternoon, and specifically singled out one of them to search for his live broadcast ID.

Ten years and nine summers.

After the webpage was refreshed, a row of words popped up on the screen - the anchor was not live for the time being.

"Huh?" Tang Wen frowned, didn't broadcast it? Now is the time for the qualifying match of "Broken Dream Galaxy", and it is also the time with the largest number of viewers, why didn't this person broadcast it?

At the same time, the eldest boy who lived downstairs in Tang Wen casually threw aside the daily necessities he bought back and sat on the sofa alone in contemplation.

What did he say wrong? Why did he just scare people away?

……

Liu Minghui went straight home after leaving, ignoring his parents' questions about the drinking party and locking himself in his study. Instead of working, he stared intently at the phone on the table.

A phone with a black screen all the time.

is obviously the one who took the initiative to leave, but his mood is much heavier than Tang Wen's.

Why hasn't Tang Wen been contacted?

Liu Minghui became more and more uncomfortable because he felt that he knew Tang Wen well enough.

Tolerance, soft-heartedness, accommodation, affection, and long-term affection.

If it weren't for Tang Wen like this, they wouldn't have been able to get from college to where they are today.

Every dispute, every disagreement...... From deciding which city to develop in the future, to playing games with different opinions, Tang Wen will accommodate him when she can't convince him. Even if he can't beat him in the end, if he changes Tang Wen's playing style, Tang Wen will never say things like "I'll just say it" and "don't listen to me early", just replace it with a sly smile.

Travel where he wants to go, date the movies he wants to watch, no matter whether Tang Wen likes it more or not, she will accommodate him.

Every quarrel ended with Tang Wen coaxing him to reconcile.

He had become accustomed to enjoying it all, or to put it more vibly, he had used Tang Wen's character and love many times to achieve his ends......

But this time, Tang Wen did not take the initiative to contact him again.

He sat at his desk all night, and Tang Wen's avatar didn't flicker again.

The next day, Tang Wen arrived at the company 20 minutes earlier than usual. Contrary to the usual norm of stepping on the point to work, my colleagues actually arrived early. Either looking at the mobile phone and reading words, or writing and drawing in the notebook, the atmosphere of the scene is very dignified.

It seems that everyone is interested in this first assessment.

But come to think of it, this assessment is not only about your first impression in front of your manager and supervisor, but also about whether you can sign a contract with an anchor and a good anchor, which will then affect your performance income for a long time in the later stage. Emphasis is as it should be.

Tang Wen couldn't help but be infected by the positive and hard-working atmosphere of her colleagues. She looked around vigilantly and saw that Sister Ah Chun was already sitting in her seat, so she quickly hid the pancake in her hand behind her, quietly exited the office, and hid in the corridor to finish breakfast.

When she came back after washing her hands, she saw that several colleagues had already sat in the conference room, and she was also busy taking her notebook to grab the back row.

At nine o'clock, the manager showed up on time, greeted everyone gently as usual, repeated the rules of the previous day, and encouraged everyone for a while, as if such a perverted way of signing was not what he mentioned.

The supervisor Ah Chun turned on the projector and played the live broadcast replay of each anchor in the material in order, 15 minutes per person, which is a very representative live broadcast content in recent days.

Although the people in these live screen recording offices have watched it several times in the past few days, they are still staring intently at the moment, as if they are hoping to see something else in the unique tense atmosphere of the conference room.

The basic information of the first anchor is displayed on the screen: Sixi Maruko, male, with an average daily popularity of 85,000 yuan and a gift of 1,000 yuan on the day