Raiders Counterattack [Quick Transmigration]

    "Cousin, I came to see you, how are you doing recently?" Ye reopened the door of the office, took a few steps and sat down on the office chair on the coffee table next to him. Turned around in the chair.

    Yun Zhoujie's expression did not change, and even the movements of his hands did not stop.

    Ye Chong was used to the appearance of Yun Tianjie, and continued without any influence: "Cousin, the news that you took a person for a walk in the back garden at the reception before. , but now it has already spread. They all say that you are Tieshuhua, cousin, what do you think now as a party? "

    Yunday mustard move. Inexplicably, he remembered the man's playful expression, but quickly expelled the man from his mind.

    "No wonder you haven't been in love all the time, so you like that one. Now society is more open, gender is not a problem at all, I believe uncles and aunts can understand. Cousin, you have a good eye, I've never seen a man look so good in women's clothes."

    Yun Zhoujie heard that something was wrong, she looked up at Ye Zhong: "You mean Zhong Mu?"

    "Yeah, he's still our anchor, what's his name, Hiiragi wood! I've seen him live before."

    "I said something back then and asked the guard to arrange for him to come in. It turns out that the sweetheart Zhong Mu said was you. It's really fateful." Ye Zhong said this, and suddenly remembered himself I came to ask for first-hand information, so I could not help but ask quietly, "Cousin, where have you progressed? Would you like me to help the staff officer?"

    It turned out that Zhong Mu came in for the party and was made by Ye Zhong. Originally, Yun Zhoujie had already ignored this matter, but Ye Zhong didn't expect Ye Zhong to come to the door by himself.

    He narrowed his eyes slightly, and his voice was a little cold: "Are you okay now?"

    Is this about to start? Ye Zhong took the chair and slid to the front of the desk, with some anticipation in his heart, but his face was extraordinarily reserved: "Of course, I'm very free now."

    "Very good."

    Yun Zhoujie took the stack of documents and pushed them over: "You can handle these, and give them to me before get off work."

    Sunny, thunderbolt!

    Ye froze in place.

    Seeing that Ye Zhong didn't move, Yun Zhoujie raised her eyebrows, picked up a bunch of them, and was about to push them over.

    "Don't!" Ye Zhong screamed.

    At this moment, the mobile phone alarm sounded in the office, which is the unique reminder music of Group A live broadcast. Ye took out his phone again and found that it wasn't his own.

    Then only...

    Ye looked at Yun Jiujie and took out his mobile phone, watched Yun Jiujie look down at the news and smiled lightly, then looked up at him coldly.

    "Anything else?" Yun Zhoujiao said emotionlessly.

    Ye pulled back his leaning neck and smirked, "No more."

    "Then leave." Yun Zhoujie paused and said seriously: "Don't believe in rumors, don't spread rumors. It's okay to gossip less, think more, do more things, and take this share away by the way. ."

    After finishing speaking, Yun Zhoujie took a planning book and put it on the stack of documents.

    "Farewell bro, that's enough, I'll leave now!" Ye Zhong picked up the documents and walked out quickly, for fear that his cousin would give him another job later.

     Walking out of the office, I happened to meet Secretary Xiao, glanced at the packaging bag in the other's hand, Ye Zhong couldn't help but say: "Secretary Xiao, President Yun is eating now?"

    Secretary Xiao nodded: "Yes, Mr. Yun now eats at this time every day." After speaking, she opened the door and brought lunch in.

    "My brother's workaholic temperament can remember to eat?" Ye murmured heavily, looked down at the document in his hand, sighed, and rushed back in resignation.

     "Mr. Yun, your lunch has arrived."

    At this time, Yun Zhoujiao had entered the live broadcast room of Yangshengzhai. After hearing the words, he responded: "Just put it on the coffee table."

    Secretary Xiao put things away, then turned and left.

    Chu Qianze was sitting in front of his dining table at this time. He was scalding chopsticks and spoons with boiling water. He glanced at the barrage from time to time and chatted with them.

    [The leader mustard enters the live broadcast room]

    Just seeing the other party's name, Chu Qianze said, "Welcome to the live broadcast room."

    Yun Zhoujiao didn't expect to be read by her name, so she was stunned, typed a word and chose to send.

     Mustard: [Hmm. 】

    After saying this, he fell silent and stopped bubbling.

    Seeing this, the barrage said that Chu Qianze should also read his name.

    Chu Qianze had already ironed the things he was going to use at this time. He leaned slightly closer to the screen and glanced at it, and said, "Welcome to Da Yuanzi, cats are not cats, and cute snacks to enter the live broadcast room."

    "Welcome to the tumbler who loves to eat grapes, it's not a cash drawer..."

    Reading for a while, as more and more people came to watch, and the screen refresh speed became faster and faster, Chu Qianze surrendered decisively: "Okay, I can't read it anymore, I give up."

    "I'm eating at home today, I just made some of it myself, it's all very simple things, and it's not difficult to make." After speaking, Chu Qianze opened the lid of the pot in front of him: "First of all It's this, coconut chicken hot pot."

    "This is very simple, the main trouble is in opening coconuts and choosing chicken. Because I have tools at home, I open coconuts by myself. If you feel troublesome, you can directly ask the store to help. The chicken should be tender, If you really don’t know how to choose, just buy the one with the higher price.”

    Chu Qianze put a dish next to him in front of the camera: "These are all boiled dishes. I will eat them later when the chicken is almost eaten."

    "It's a small dessert, tiramisu cake and mango pudding."

     Take out my instant noodles. 】

    [Watch the food and broadcast while having lunch. 】

    [+1]

    [+2]

    [I don't know why, but I always feel that the host's stuff is particularly fragrant. I want to eat what's in the anchor's bowl qaq]

    Yunhou mustard has already opened the package at this time and started to solve today's lunch.

    "You are all eating." Chu Qianze ate the last piece of chicken in the pot, and then began to respond to the barrage with a smile.

    [Yes, I want to have a cloud dinner with the motherboard! 】

    "What are you eating?" Chu Qianze asked.

    A barrage of barrages talk about their lunch, with dishes and detailed taste descriptions, the text seems to come with BUFF, so that others can't stand it.

    "It looks delicious, I'll try it next time."

    "Now let's start cooking."

    After eating the hot pot, Chu Qianze started to eat dessert and chatted with everyone by the way.

    "Because it is mainly for eating and broadcasting, so I just eat with you. I have recorded the production process of these dishes, and I will send them out after editing. These things are not difficult to make, welcome Everyone is eager to try, and you can also take pictures of the finished product and share it in the topic, so that everyone can see your masterpiece."

    "Want to eat what I made?" Chu Qianze saw the bullet screen brushing, and thought for a moment: "The coconut chicken is not convenient to deliver, it will affect the taste after cooking for a long time, but the ingredients of the cake are I still have some left, so I should be able to make two. Do you have any friends in City A? I will hold a small **** event, and the first two will be sent directly to you."

    【I am in city A! 】

    [The storm is crying, brother, you are too fond of fans, woohoo! But I just left City A to go back to my hometown yesterday! 】

     】

    "It doesn't matter if you're not in city A, you can follow the video." Having said this, Chu Qianze laughed to himself.

    I didn't expect the anchor to be in city A. Yun Zhoujie glanced at the **** countdown, hesitating whether to **** it or not.

    At this time, Chu Qianze turned on the **** mode: "Prepare, I ordered."

    “3…”

    "Go!"

    Hearing this sound, Yun Tianjie's heart stopped for a beat, and her fingers pressed down subconsciously.

    Congratulations are displayed on the screen of the mobile phone, and it also comes with a very cute and festive pattern.

     Got it? Yun Tianjie exhaled, feeling incredible.

    【No! 】

    [Wait, what about 2 and 1 and 0? 】

    [Don't play like this! 】

      It's time to play.

     "Okay, today's live broadcast is here. This is the live broadcast room of Yangsheng Zhai. If you like it, click on it. See you next time."

    After speaking, Chu Qianze waved at the camera, and then closed the live broadcast.

    At five o'clock in the afternoon, he mailed the item.

    A Group's live broadcast pays great attention to the privacy of the audience. The anchor will not directly contact the audience's address information. If you want to send something, there will be special personnel responsible for it.

    The front desk of Group A received a special package, the recipient's name is very strange, only the word "mustard".

    There seems to be no such person in the company, but the address is correct, and it has indeed passed the company's security monitoring.

    So whose?

    I was thinking about it when I saw Yun Zhoujia coming over.

    The three front desk employees quickly stood up: "Mr. Cloud is good!"

    Yun Tianjie nodded and asked, "Is there a package here?"

    "Yes, a package has just been sent." With that said, one person took out the bag and put it on the table in front of Yun Zhoujie's door.

    "It's mine, thank you." Yun Zhoujie glanced at the name on it, then picked up the bag and walked back on her own.

    The front desk looked at each other and used eye contact.

    Front desk 1: Why does the cloud always come out to pick up a package? Isn't it usually Secretary Xiao who comes to pick it up? I have been in office for so long, and I have never seen Mr. Yun go downstairs during work.

    Front desk 2: Did you see that name? The recipient "mustard", isn't it the mustard character of President Yun! To shout so intimately, there is something tricky, there is definitely something tricky!

    Front desk 1: Which little hoof seduces President Yun, that is the top card of our company! Handsome, rich and well-bred, there is no disadvantage except for a stiff face! No, I won't allow it!

    Front desk 2 rolled her eyes, and patted Front desk 1 on the shoulder for the same reason: My condolences, sister.

    The front desk 3 looked at the interaction between the two, with a confused face: "You guys, have your eyes cramped?"

    Back to the office, Yun Tianjiao moved the document aside and opened the package.

    Inside is a well-packaged box with a small card on the box.

    Yun Houjia picked up the card, which said

     Mustard:

    Follow me, keep liking me. [laugh]

    I didn’t expect the host to not only cook, but also live broadcast. The ligatures are very beautiful. The clouds are flowing and the strength is full, Yun Tianjing has rarely seen such words.

    Everyone speaks like a man.

    This is the second year that the cloud day mustard will rise up and make friends with people.

    The first time was the man I met at the party, unfortunately I lost sight of it.

    You can't go wrong this time.

    Yun Zhoujiao is quite confident in her vision.

    Open the box and Tiramisu appears in sight. Picking up the spoon and taking a bite, he couldn't help but slightly widened his eyes.

    The slight bitterness and the sweetness of the cream are very cleverly combined, and the fragrance is smooth and soft with some texture changes. It seems to be rolling in the soft clouds, holding a cute little alpaca and frolic in the grassland. Even if Yun Tianjiao didn't eat sweets very much, she was taking one bite after another, unwilling to stop.

    When I came back to my senses, the tiramisu in my hand had been wiped out.

    No wonder many people say that eating desserts will make you feel better.

    Maybe because this tiramisu is too delicious, Yun Zhoujiao picked up her mobile phone, clicked on the homepage of Kai Yang Zhai, and sent a private message for the first time.

     Mustard: [The cake is delicious, thank you. 】

    Chu Qianze was just looking at the private message at this time, and after seeing this, he replied: [My pleasure~]