The temperature of the air conditioning is 28 degrees Celsius, and the staff is very cool.

On stage, Weisheng Xiaomeng smiled very happily, and his eyes never left the floating clouds.

"Brother, don't you think you should go up and care about the company's artists?" Di Xiaoling pointed to the stage, where Fuyun was wiping the sweat of Weisheng Xiaomeng, "He has the idea of beating Xiaomeng again." Glancing at the Xiaoice box next to the sofa, "Why don't I go and send Xiaomeng some drink?"

The secretary handed over the slippers, "Brother Ling, slippers." "From the fridge, take out the strawberry juice," strawberry juice. ”

"Ahem. The mobile phone was put aside, Di Daling put on his slippers and walked onto the stage with strawberry juice.

The secretary came to Di Xiaoling's side, "Brother Da Ling, I finally got my senses." He handed her a fan, "It's hot, use this fan." ”

"Sister, you are really timely rain. Di Xiaoling took the fan, fanned it violently, and watched Di Daling hand over the strawberry juice, "As long as this person has the right taste, everything else is a floating cloud." ”

"Hmm. The secretary nodded again and again, "Xiao Ling, I'll go and get busy first, don't run around." ”

"Sister, go get busy. Di Xiaoling raised his eyebrows, "I still have to watch a good show." ”

On the stage, Di Daling stared coldly at the floating clouds, drank strawberry juice in a small dream, and looked down at the live broadcast.

"Mr. Di, is there anything on my face?" Fuyun was so embarrassed that he didn't know what to do, and his body leaned towards the little dream.

Di Daling walked up to the two of them, grabbed Fuyun's chair, slid to the side, pulled another chair, and sat down between the two.

Weisheng Xiaomeng looked at Fuyun with concern, "What's wrong?"

"It's fine. Fuyun smiled slightly, lifted the chair, walked to the other side of Weisheng Xiaomeng, put down the chair and sat down, "How are you looking?"

"For this part of the story, I'm fine. Weisheng Xiaomeng scratched his head, "However, I'm really not good at dancing and singing." ”

"It's okay, just follow me. Mainly, this part of the chat. Fuyun pulled a chair and leaned towards Weisheng Xiaomeng, "Look at these contents, you have to ......"

Seeing that the arms of the two were about to touch each other, Di Daling pulled the chair of Weisheng Xiaomeng a little farther away.

The physical touch full of anticipation was so disturbed by Di Daling, and the little dream could only smile bitterly, who called someone the boss and worked part-time.

The sharp-eyed floating clouds found that they were tired, and they couldn't help but smile evilly at the corners of their mouths, and pulled the chair aside, separating themselves from the micro-dreams.

The crystal bracelet on Di Daling's wrist is exactly the same as the crystal bracelet on Weisheng Xiaomeng's wrist. Moreover, it is also engraved with the ending word of the other party's name.

It turned out that this little dream was just pretending to be pure, and it was clearly with himself all the way.

"Let's finish it. Taking the strawberry juice in Weisheng Xiaomeng's hand, Di Daling stood up and walked down quickly.

"Alas......" Weisheng Xiaomeng reluctantly picked up the veil, and Fuyun helped her put it on her face, "Thank you." ”

"Little dream, do you have time next week?" Fuyun straightened his clothes.

"Yes. "Weisheng Xiaomeng is secretly happy in his heart, and the average boy asks this, nine times out of ten he is asking to go out to play.

"The cos party held by the company, do you want to be together?" Fuyun clicked on his phone and flipped out the picture, "My fans, I've always wanted me to think of a field guard." ”

Sailor Moon, Ground Guard and Moon Hare, they're husband and wife.

On the surface, he pretended to be calm, and his expression showed a little embarrassment, "forehead ......" In fact, the heart of the little dream has already blossomed.

"Moon hare's clothes, I can come out. Afraid that Weisheng Xiaomeng would refuse, Fuyun touched her head, "Makeup shouldn't be difficult for you." ”

"No problem. "Weisheng Xiaomeng's face is blushing, but fortunately there is a veil to block it.

The staff shouted, "Everyone is ready to start broadcasting." ”

"Let's go. Fuyun stretched out his hand, tilted his head and smiled.

Weisheng Xiaomeng's hand was placed in his palm, "I'm sorry for you." ”

"Countdown. ”

"Three. ”

"II. ”

"One. ”

The live stream began.

"Let's say hi to everyone first. Under the guidance of Fuyun, the micro-dream entered the state, "Hello everyone, I am the micro-dream." ”

Offstage, Di Xiaoling took the secretary's arm and sat behind the sofa, "Sister, my brother, is he stimulated?" ”

On the sofa, Di Daling looked at the stage calmly, and the mineral water bottle in his hand was pinched and rattled.

"Shall I ask?" Di Xiaoling shivered, turned his head to look at the secretary, "My good sister, why don't you go." ”

"It's all live?" Wan Xing walked past the two of them with the honey box in his arms, and sat directly next to Di Daling, "It's hot, why is it so hot?"

The mineral water bottle was pinched and burst, and Di Daling turned his head to look at Wanxing.

Di Xiaoling's secretary got up, and the chair moved back a meter.

"If you don't understand the rules of the live broadcast hall, go outside and wait. The mineral water bottle fell on the table, and Di Daling picked up a pair of slippers and threw them in front of Wan Xing.

"No, my feet stink. The honeybox was put aside, and Wan Xing looked at the stage, "Your company is in charge of clothes, so you can't give out clothes that you can wear." You see, the undergarment is not as long as the curtain on her mouth. ”

Di Daling beckoned, and the secretary ran over, "Insiders, forbid entry, send him out." ”

"This way, please. The secretary glared at Wan Xing, "Let's go." ”

Wan Xing took a bottle of mineral water and left with the secretary.

On stage, music played.

Micro Dream stood awkwardly behind Fuyun and jumped up in a good way.

Unexpectedly, following the rhythm of the floating clouds, not only was he not nervous, but he was even happy. If only it wasn't a live broadcast, but a date, it would be fine.

In the live broadcast room, fans skyrocketed, with a lot of praise, and there were too many gifts to count.

In the conference room, there was only the sound of keyboard tapping, Di Hui walked back and forth with a drink, and Di Qing issued new instructions from time to time.

The name of Micro Dream appears on major platforms.

"If you are like a dream, you will become the strongest CP. ”

"Rainbow company strives to support rookies, small dreams. ”

"Realistic version of Princess Jasmine, singing and dancing online ......"

"Rainbow Sister ......"

The fans of Micro Dream broke 5 million......

"Xiaomeng is tired too. Fuyun took out a tissue and wiped the sweat of Weisheng Xiaomeng, "I'll come." He took his coat, draped it over her, and sat down with his arms around her shoulders, "Actually, we've known each other for a long time......"

Enjoying the happy little dream, looking through the messages in the live broadcast room. There are actually a large number of fans who are swiping the screen, asking Fuyun to marry her on the spot.

Offstage, the agent held up a board that said end as soon as possible.

"Rumors stop at the wise, don't believe some reports on the Internet that look at pictures and speak. Fuyun gestured with an ok, "Finally, please support my little dream, bye." ”

Weisheng Xiaomeng tilted his head and waved his hand, "See you next time, bye~"