Jiang Qingyu's eyelashes moved: "Huh? ”

The staff showed Jiang Qingyu the high-energy video of Luo Qiao that had been edited by netizens.

Paying attention to Jiang Qingyu's face, her voice was a little worried: "The number of viewers we have here is very good at the beginning!" Everyone was reluctant to go to Luo Qiao, but later, ...... Luo Qiao's creativity seems to be more interesting, especially in the later stage, there is an interactive picture of Luo Zelan and Ming Siran, and the number of viewers there suddenly begins to skyrocket, and we ...... here."

The staff licked their lips and didn't say any more.

Jiang Qingyu looked at her phone, in the picture, Luo Qiao's back was bloody, and the thriller detective style whetted people's appetites, and then in the back, her interactions with those men, as well as those punishment methods, were all exciting.

The night breeze blew, and Jiang Qingyu's slightly wet hair fell, brushing on her cheeks, a little cold.

The staff looked at her and comforted her softly: "Sister Qingyu, you are really good, and there is a lot of praise on the Internet now, just because of ......"

Jiang Qingyu raised her eyes, her eyes smiled gently: "It's just because I ran into Luo Qiao, right?" ”

Although the woman didn't say anything, and she didn't even show any emotion, the female staff just felt that she was angry, and she hurriedly said: "Sister Qingyu......"

Jiang Qingyu stretched out her hand and patted her shoulder, but instead smiled and comforted her: "Okay, you go and get busy with you." ”

The staff looked at her worriedly, holding a towel and not speaking.

Jiang Qingyu walked forward alone with her mobile phone, the night was very dark, the mobile phone screen was bright, half of her face was covered by hair, and she couldn't see her emotions clearly.

And around, the staff is still busy.

The clip on the mobile phone just played the scene where Luo Zelan stuffed Luo Qiao into Ming Siran's arms.

The lazy and casual man caressed Luo Qiao's face, followed by bowing his head and approaching, and kissed him directly.

Jiang Qingyu's footsteps were sudden.

Ahead, a man who looks like an assistant is screaming in a low voice with a mobile phone.

"Ahhh

"You said Luo Qiao and Ming Siran?"

"That's right, they're really sweet, so compatible, fairy looks."

"Hahaha I like them too, but don't say it, after all, it's a variety show at home, and it's not good for people in the team to hear it."

The little assistant nodded hurriedly and put the phone away, but he still couldn't suppress his excitement, and whispered to his companion: "Daddy Ming's eyes are really too spoiled, I envy Sister Qiao!" ”

"Hey, what woman doesn't envy Sister Qiao, beautiful and rich boyfriend is handsome......"

The two came out of the shadows, but they suddenly ran into Jiang Qingyu.

The faces of the two people who were talking about excitement just now froze, and they hurriedly said, "Miss Jiang." ”

Jiang Qingyu raised her eyes.

Her eyes were dark, and she didn't have any emotions at the moment, and a chill suddenly rose behind the two of them.

Inexplicably, I feel that the woman's appearance at the moment is a little scary.

However, this feeling was only for a moment, Jiang Qingyu quickly curled the corners of her lips, her eyes contained a smile, and her voice was soft and soft: "It's hard work." ”

The two staff members came back to their senses and said busily: "It's not hard, it's not hard, Miss Jiang, you have worked hard for a day of recording." ”

Jiang Qingyu smiled at them, although it was night, the woman's snow-white skin and delicate face were still dazzlingly beautiful.

The two greeted each other, walked past her, and couldn't help but praise softly: "Miss Jiang is so good, her temper is always so gentle." I thought she heard what we said and taught us a lesson......"

"Why, people who have been in contact with Miss Jiang have praised her for being very easy-going and easy to get along with, and I have never seen her lose her temper, don't worry."

……

The conversation between the two grew farther and farther apart.

Jiang Qingyu stood in the shadows, the smile on the corner of her mouth disappeared little by little, she looked down at the phone, the screen stayed on the picture of Ming Siran rubbing the tip of her nose with a woman, the man's eyes looking at her were gentle, and she seemed to be doting and affectionate across the screen.

She pursed her lips slowly, her breathing was slightly suffocated, and the hand holding the phone was white at the joints because of the force.

For a long time, Jiang Qingyu closed her eyes, took out her mobile phone, and dialed a number.

Her voice was low and soft, but it inexplicably made people shudder: "...... Tomorrow when Luo Qiao is recording, you will help me do one thing......"

The woman's words with a sneer were gradually swallowed up by the night, and the only thing she could feel was the bone-chilling coldness.

……

Because it is a thriller detective game, it needs a certain plot presentation to facilitate the reasoning of netizens.

The next day, Luo Qiao began the recording of the plot.

Halfway through, Ming Siran's company suddenly had something to do and left first, leaving only Luo Qiao and a few of them.

After changing into the blood-stained white dress and putting on makeup, Luo Qiao started shooting.

Walking into the filming room, the light was dim and the breath was a little depressing, Luo Qiao interpreted it according to the content of the script.

Barrage:

[One thing to say, my pretty sister's acting skills are good. 】

[If it weren't for the online violence at the beginning, my pretty sister would have won countless awards for her acting skills. 】

[It's still not as good as Miss Qingyu. 】

【？？ Qingyu fans in front, what kind of presence are you looking for in your father Luo's live broadcast room? Do you also think that your main family's variety show is not good-looking? 】

[Stop arguing, watch the plot carefully! ] 】

Luo Qiao's excellent performance and BGM rendered the atmosphere excellently, the netizens in front of the screen were gradually substituted into the scene, following the protagonist's emotional ups and downs.

Soon, only one last shot remained to perform.

Luo Qiao adjusted her state and was about to start, but the room suddenly went dark.

She was stunned, and was about to speak, when a very thin low laugh suddenly entered her ears.

The familiar, visibly sticky and terrifying feeling that looks like a poisonous snake swimming across the skin...... Luo Qiao's scalp exploded, and his brain buzzed instantly.

……

Outside, the director's brows tightened: "What's the matter?" ”

He was just about to ask, when a scalp-numbing scream suddenly sounded, and the woman's voice was terrible and tragic: "Go away!" Go away! ”

In the living room, the staff was surprised.

Next to him, Luo Zelan, who was sitting idly on the sofa with a cold expression, suddenly changed his expression, and immediately got up and strode towards the shooting room.

Han Ember also heard the scream.

Wu Fang's pupils shrank: "It's pretty and pretty!" ”

The living room was in chaos in an instant, and in the midst of a cacophony, everyone rushed to the small room.

Luo Zelan was the first to reach the door, he kicked the door open, and when the light poured in and he saw the scene in the room, his handsome and cold face suddenly sank.

Luo Qiao's whole body shrank in the corner, trembling all over, her hair falling down, and her expression collapsed.

She covered her ears with her hands and kept muttering, "Go away...... Go away......"