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Chapter 138 What is the purpose of the game anchor's certain lust~
The long flight time was finally over. Wei Yan took a big breath of fresh air as soon as he got off the plane, looked up at the cloudless weather, and unconsciously improved his mood.

"Brother, speaking of which, shouldn't we go to lunch?"

After a few seconds, no one answered him.

Wei Yan turned to look at Qin Yan, only to see him frowning and looking at the phone with a solemn expression, as if something major event that would destroy the world happened.

He was scared to silence, and Xiaobu moved closer, subconsciously lowering his voice.

"What's the matter? Yes. Has something happened at home?"

"Eleven hours from London to here."

Qin Yan's inexplicable series of words brought him back to reality with puzzlement in his eyes.

"Yeah, it's eleven hours. Isn't it noon now? Look at the weather outside—"

"Look for a hotel, go straight there, I'm not hungry."

A strange look flashed across Qin Yan's eyes, he put his phone into his pocket, picked up his suitcase neatly and strode forward, leaving Wei Yan stunned.

No, it's twelve o'clock in London time now!At noon, Qin hated to eat, but he wanted to eat! ! !

Seeing that Qin Yan didn't turn his head back, Wei Yanchang sighed and immediately chased after him. When he rushed to the hotel, the cameraman had already started filming, and the live broadcast room was immediately crowded with people.

【Did Mr. Qin Yan eat dinner: I’ll go, Mr. Qin Yan’s style of painting is completely different here. It’s night in China now, and it’s still sunny here, and the buildings in London look quite retro. 】

[Loved briefly: Damn, the style of painting here is really different. It's broad daylight, but now it's already dark in China, so it seems that Mr. Qin Yan's side is very strange. 】

[Daily climbing the wall: Who says it’s not? It’s already seven o’clock in the evening in China, it’s time for dinner, and we’re going to have lunch here~]

[The centenarian stole the house: There is finally a picture here. I have been watching Yaoyao for a long time, and I am still playing games. It is so exciting. Since the one just now, both parties have obviously become serious and have been talking The score bites to death. 】

[Opinion Zhong Qin is true: what, is it so intense?I just took a look at it, the score is now 15:15, overtime has started, so does Yaoyao have the potential to play the game, most of the players she played with were professional anchors. 】

[Jimi Tie Tie: I can’t say it well, because it’s a team game after all, but I can see that Yue Ran’s presence is not high, and it’s a bit of a blow to dimensionality reduction. I thought she could play well before. of. 】

Netizens were frantically discussing in the live broadcast room, completely oblivious to the fact that when Wei Yan checked in, Qin Yan was sitting on the sofa at the front desk of the hotel, staring at his phone in a daze.

He disappeared for eleven hours.

Zhou Yiyao unexpectedly didn't send him a single message.
Qin Yan's arm holding the phone subconsciously tightened, and soon a not-so-pleasing female voice came into his ear.

"Teacher Qin Yan, what a coincidence, you also live in this hotel~"

After saying that, Zhao Yuetong took advantage of the situation and sat down beside him, looking at him with crooked eyebrows, eyes fixed on him.

Isn't the reason why they stayed in the same hotel because the organizer arranged for it to be here?

Qin Yan nodded lightly, and calmly distanced himself from her, some kind of avoidance was about to overflow the screen.

"Mr. Qin Yan, do you want to have lunch together?"

Zhao Yuetong smiled a little, thinking very clearly in his heart.

She wants to take advantage of this trip to London to express herself well, she doesn't believe that there is no man she can't win!

What's more, aren't men all of the same type?

As long as you give them a little bit of sweetness, they will immediately pounce on them.

"No, I'm not hungry."

The man still had no expression on his face. Just as Zhao Yuetong was about to say something, he got up and walked over to the front desk of the hotel without a trace of nostalgia.

Zhao Yuetong clenched her palms tightly, and the slight pain made her thoughts clear.

Is it really necessary to use the method my manager sister told her?
She glanced at the man at the front desk with a burning gaze, and quickly looked away.

This trip to London has five days, and I don't worry about one or two days. When the time comes, I will think about the countermeasures and how to implement them.

Qin Yan.

It will definitely be in her pocket.

At the same time, a certain party was checking out the room, and since the guest's room was fixed, it was done quickly.

After entering the room, the camera brother was locked outside, and the live broadcast room was plunged into darkness.

Qin Yan put the headset in the bathroom, opened the curtains in the room, and the harsh light from outside poured into the room, but his mood was not as good as the weather in London.

Another hour passed.

For twelve hours, Yaoyao still didn't send him a message.

What the hell is she doing?
Escaping from the cameraman's sight, Qin Yan just clicked into his homepage, but when he looked at the other party's profile picture in the live broadcast, he just moved his fingertips in front of the screen but stopped.

There was some uncertainty in his heart, and after thinking for a long time, he put down the phone.

Qin Yan lay quietly on the bed, looking at the ceiling above his head, in a delicate mood, the journey was boring, he should be able to fall asleep soon after a tiring day.

No matter how bad it is, it is on the way to eat.

But he didn't expect that a certain unconscionable message was not sent to him.
Just as he was tossing and turning on the bed, the phone message ding-dong rang.

He turned over as if he didn't care, and reached for the phone.

It's not too heartless, at least this will finally know how to send a message to himself.

But when he opened the page, his face darkened.

(Innocent male high school: Damn, bro, take a look at this, is it Sister Yaoyao’s Weibo! Link~)

It was a chat record in a group, with a few large characters written on the title.

"What is the purpose of the game anchor's sensual indulgence~"

He frowned and clicked in, and found out that it was a boy he didn't know, who had sent a private message to Zhou Yiyao's Weibo.

(Qi Mi: Guan Si, I often watch you play games, um, that is, can you add an Alipay friend.?)
(Guansi: You are barley??? Damn, no no. Do you know me?)

(Guansi: Ahem, I'll give you the QR code.)
Then there were a bunch of reads, and then Guansi said that Zhou Yiyao added his contact information just to hire his Alipay chick to work for her.

(Guansi: Friends, am I not active enough? Why didn't Yaoyao reply to me?)

(Guansi: I really didn't expect that my goddess would notice that I feel like I've been blessed by an angel. Does anyone understand?)

Seeing this, Qin Yan's fist clenched. He had been flying for eleven hours on the plane, and Zhou Yiyao was asking for another man's Alipay QR code?
Is it because he is afraid of asking for WeChat directly and being discovered by him?
Heh, this is well thought out.

(End of this chapter)