That game anchor is too sassy

Chapter 18 I'm squatting on my favorite anchor
On the first day, the little fan Wen Jingyan didn't squat down, but he didn't see the video of Four Seasons either. He stood on the main stage for several hours and went back to the base to soak his feet. He was so tired that he even mumbled about the live broadcast at night.

On the second day, Wen Jingyan, a young fan, brought a portable low stool, sat in the outermost place where there were few people, and carefully zoomed in on the main stage with his mobile phone.

That's right, because the sitting position is too far away from the stage, the naked eyes can't see the people on the stage clearly, so I can only use external force.

Wen Jingyan regretted not bringing the binoculars when his arm was numb.

From one o'clock to four quarters, fans of Four Seasons passively accepted the fact that Sister Ji didn't come to the scene, and took out their equipment to record the following short video.

Wen Jingyan saw that there were vacant seats in front, put away the small stool and moved forward through the crowd.After walking a few steps, a voice suspected to be Ji Jie came from behind him.

"Outside...well, I'll be home at about six o'clock, you don't have to wait for me to eat first..."

At the place where he was just now, there was a woman wearing a mask standing at this moment.

The simple and elegant long white shirt is covered with a delicate black suit jacket, which makes the whole person look clean and neat.The pair of exposed brown eyes seemed to be coated with a gentle halo in the sunlight, looking intently at the street outside the glass.

Wen Jingyan didn't go to the main stage anymore, but walked slowly and hesitantly towards Ji Zhao step by step.

Why is she here?

The daughter of the Ji family actually came here alone to buy things?

Wen Jingyan's gaze paused for a moment on the box of the limited edition game console that the woman was carrying.

Didn't Ji Yan say that she doesn't play games?

Unable to control it, Wen Jingyan's gaze became hot.

Is it...

Inexplicably, Ji Zhao felt cold behind his back.

After hanging up the phone call from her family, she gathered her fingers, happily planning to bring the spoils home.

Turning around coolly, Ji Zhao was caught off guard and bumped into someone.

She raised her hand to touch the tip of her sore nose, and said with a little pain, "I'm sorry."

"I should apologize."

Wen Liang's voice was somewhat familiar, and the next sentence directly made Ji Zhao show 100% vigilance.

"Miss Ji, I'm sorry, I didn't hurt you, did I?"

Ji Zhao looked up and saw a handsome and introverted man, wearing a mask like her, and even a hat, the only thing he could see were his eyes.

The crow-like eyelashes are like butterflies resting on the dew, and there is an inconspicuous mole at the corner of the eye, which is very small and cute.

Ji Zhao shook his head while recalling, and after recognizing who he was, he smiled naturally and politely: "Mr. Wen, did you come here alone?"

"Hmm." The man looked lightly at the box in her hand, "You too?"

Ji Zhao lowered his eyes and glanced at the booty, and immediately thought of what Ji Yan had repeatedly emphasized:

Ladies don’t play games, let alone horror games, so don’t expose them!
So he used his acting skills all his life, lifted the bag, and pretended to be indifferent.

"I brought it for a friend. She is on a business trip these two days and asked me for help."

After speaking, Ji Zhao observed Wen Jingyan's expression carefully, not letting go of any clues.

The other party frowned, and the loss in his eyes was fleeting.

Ji Zhao didn't see clearly that he had recovered, and his expression was calm: "I'm squatting on my favorite anchor."

He turned his head to face the main stage where there was only the host. All the ups present today had interacted with the fans on stage. The host is now asking the technicians in the background to release the edited video.

"It's a pity I didn't squat down."

Ji Zhao noticed the man's depression, and drooped his head lazily like a lonely milk dog. He couldn't help patting his arm and comforted him: "I'll see you later. Maybe she will come at the next event."

A deep, infinitely gentle voice came to the ears, as if hearing Sister Ji comforting her personally, the little depression in Wen Jingyan's heart disappeared like a breeze.

Wen Jingyan secretly looked at Ji Zhao, who was smiling from the corner of his eyes, from the corner of his eye.

Really, isn't she? -
After Ji Zhao and Wen Jingyan are together:

Sister Ji: Why didn't you ask me directly?
Shy·Xiaowen·Fans: It is impolite to inquire about a lady’s privacy QAQ
(End of this chapter)