shock!The wealthy lady tore up the script of the cannon fodder female supporting role

Entering the game, everyone just came out of the spring.

The igu who was playing Yao started his rambunctious chatter again: "Hey hey hey, brother Zhonglu, be careful in grabbing the line by yourself, I'll just follow Sister Yu to go wild."

The mid laner in the team gave him a row of ellipsis back.

"Ah? What do you mean? Brother Zhonglu, did you sum up the following six points from what I said? Is that what you mean?"

[Wan is a butterfly in her heart: ... 6]

While lamenting that this person talked a lot, Bu Yu decisively turned off the receiver.

Unexpectedly, this person chattered for a long time and found out that after she turned off the receiver, she was still typing like chasing after her.

[Captain of Star Team: Why did you turn off the microphone, Miss Yu? ? ? ]

[Captain of Star Team: I'm so sad, how could you turn off the receiver? ]

Bu Yu: "." I hope you can understand something.

Not much, just [-] million points? :)
He also gave him a full stop in the game, and Bu Yu even blocked him this time.

The crowd laughed in the live broadcast room.

The reason why there are no black fans in disorder now is that because of the "blind box incident" fermented, all the little blacks ran to find evidence that could kill Bu Yu.

If Bu Yu wants to know why they went, he must leave a sentence: If the so-called evidence is found, she is dead :)
"I will catch more shooters this time, Brother Antetokounmpo, you can resist the pressure more."

The shooter on the opposite side is Dushe Luban No. [-], a mobile cash machine known as the canyon, and Buyu must give priority to gank him.

She was sharing her ideas with bwcster.

Although the hero Luban No. [-] is one of the best slow shots to catch, if he is given a chance to go to the later stage, it will still be tricky to deal with.

Because the damage of the slow shot itself is considerable than that of the free shot.

bwcster has no comment.

[bwcster: I can do it. ]
[Hahaha, of course Antetokounmpo can do it, how can a man say no? [A brainstorm]]

[Brother Antetokounmpo: Even if it doesn't work, you have to do it [smile]]

【Hahahahaha】

[Impossible, absolutely impossible!Brother Antetokounmpo is absolutely impossible! 】

【how do you know? [curious]】

[Just charge him with money, money, money! 】

【. . . . .very new 9】

Although Bu Yu said that he wanted to catch more shooters, he would rush over to help bwcster catch them.

This time she came.

I happened to see bwcster controlling the hero Hua Mulan in his hand, pushing the enemy back with a light sword followed by an epee. His second skill of the epee did not push until the last second, but he directly cut the enemy after silencing the enemy twice. Return to the light sword state, and it takes two seconds to pick up the enemy.

Bu Yumo was silent, "You haven't hit the full damage like this, what should the opponent do if the damage is higher?"

She remembered asking someone this way.

The man replied like this: "Why didn't I finish the silence? Of course I have enough confidence to crush him."

"I have been crushing the opponent, I can never end the silence."

She still remembers the arrogance in that man's tone until now.

[Bwcster: ... get used to it. ]
[bwcster: It's hard to change. ]
Bu Yu didn't speak for a moment.

It's just that the fingers holding the phone are drawn together and squeezed tightly.

Some people's techniques and operating habits are indeed subconscious actions engraved in their bones.

For example, when she is playing support Da Qiao, no matter what lineup the opponent is facing, she will always only use the summoner skill Flash.

There are many people with similar methods.

It's not that she hasn't met Da Qiao who plays the same way as her, and even the order of outfits is very similar.

How could Antetokounmpo be him?

I was really stunned.

Xu Shi sensed something was wrong, and bwcster typed another line.

[Bwcster: What's wrong? ]
Bu Yu shook his head, "Nothing."

[Really, I don’t know if Sister Yu doesn’t tell me. Brother Antetokounmpo seems to never finish his fight every time he is silent, and he can kill the opponent every time. It’s so cool! 】

[I'm really good at pretending to be B, as expected of Brother Antetokounmpo]

[It's okay to fight against Lu father and son, this is really handsome, but if there are two more people to catch, what is the difference between Brother Antetokounmpo and death? 】

[There must be a difference]

[The difference is that he was handsome before he died hahaha]

[I'm afraid I fell a wave of [dog head]]

Bu Yu said so, Antetokounmpo didn't ask much.

**
Wen's Guangdong City Branch Group Building.

President's Office on the 66rd floor.

The voice of the game and the voice of the female anchor is particularly loud in the quiet space.

"Is it really that obvious?"

The man's cold voice sounded, and Zhang Xian, the special assistant, straightened up in fright, and looked at the elegant and dignified boss sitting on the office chair with a mobile phone in his hand with a dazed expression on his face.

Zhang Xian: "Huh?"

Zhang Xian: "What did you say is obvious and not obvious?"

Forgive him, he really doesn't know what plane they Mr. Wen is talking about!

Let me state in advance, Mr. Wen's words really came out for no reason!

Wen Hechen was originally looking down at his phone, but now he slightly raised his eyes to glance at Zhang Xian, pursed his lips and remained silent.

Zhang Xian's eyes widened even wider.

Not daring to vent his breath, he stared at Wen Hechen with his neck tilted, "Uh, you... weren't you asking me just now?"

No?
Really not? ?

"No."

Wen Hechen answered casually.

"...Okay Mr. Wen."

Zhang Xian breathed a sigh of relief, stood upright, and smiled with extra heart.

"Brother Antetokounmpo's second flash is so proficient, and it looks familiar." The female anchor's voice is very pleasant.

Zhang Xian sneaked a glance here, but didn't dare to look at it openly.

Heart murmured.

He saw Mr. Wen watching the live broadcast of the female anchor in the office several times during working hours, and every time he played games while watching the live broadcast of the female anchor.

It made him really want to know which female anchor it was :)
For a man like Mr. Wen, it's 100% feasible for him to like any woman, right?

But Wen always likes to play games with this female anchor :)
He has heard a lot, there is no card between President Wen and the female anchor, and there is no appointment, it is very pure.

It's really just a simple game :)

Mr. Wen's fun is probably something ordinary people like them will never understand.

Wen Hechen is not a man of gods, so it is naturally impossible to know what Zhang Xian is thinking.

He only knew that he was a little nervous now, afraid of being seen through.

He typed in the game to reply to Bu Yu's words.

[bwcster: It may be that the playing styles of the gimmicks are very similar. ]
"may be."

"Eh? Your flashing look looks familiar too."

Wen Hechen: "."

He typed two lines of words with unconsciously trembling hands.

[bwcster: It's a showdown, I'm stealing from others,]

[bwcster: You think the familiarity may be the person who crashed the car. ]
Immediately, the girl's lazy voice came to her ears: "Oh, that's really a coincidence."

"I kind of understand why those people scolded me in the first place."

"..."

Wen Hechen had nothing to say.

He frowned.

I don't know why, but I suddenly regretted this decision.

Maybe it's a guilty conscience, he thought.

Well, well, hehe, I feel guilty [sunglasses]