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Chapter 112 I am the fattest [2/2](1/2)

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After finishing his daily washing, Gao Wen walked to the game warehouse and took the newly printed cards in his hand and looked at them.

The background of this card is very interesting.

On one side is Faust like ruins, and many people are digging outside.

On the other side is a large stage, a hug gesture made by a silver-haired angel.

"The new card looks good, but why do you use Faust as the bottom?"

After wiping the water droplets on his hair with a towel, Gao Wen put Xinka in his hand and fiddled with him for a while.

Very interesting.

After he made two puppet angels, the game warehouse actually spit out a card for Gao Wen.

Does this mean that Gao Wen can log in to his account with the Angel of Envy in the future?

But after entering the game, when you are in the opera house, how should you enter the main plane?

"You'll know when you try it in the evening."

Without worrying about this, Gao Wen chuckled and put away the attachment card.

Today is Monday, and he has to go to work at the unit.

After packing up, Gao Wen took the bus to the unit.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw Liang Xiaomin lying on the table like a dead fish, looking weak.

Gao Wen walked over, stretched out his hand and waved it in front of the little girl: "Hey, wake up."

Liang Xiaomin raised her head and saw that it was Gao Wen. She rolled her eyes: "Don't bother me, I'm upset."

Gao Wen blinked and returned to his seat to turn on the computer.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Xiaoying moved..."

"who?"

"What do you think?"

"Oh, that girl ran away?"

"Um...."

"I don't want any work?"

"Um...."

"hehe."

"Why are you laughing at? Hey, I told you that you may not believe it. She bought her copy of her for ten million yuan, ten million yuan!"

"I believe it."

"I know... do you believe it?"

"The price of a large copy of 10 million is small, and it is spread online. I don't believe anything."

"Ah...that's ten million, why can you say so easily?"

"Well, isn't it enough to live in this kind of thing? For our profession, what's the use of more?"

"Why is it useless?" Liang Xiaomin widened her eyes when she heard this: "I think I eat Xiaolongbao every day and braised pork every meal. Don't you have to buy it with your daily necessities?"

"It seems like you can buy it if you give you money."

"Why can't I buy it? I can go to the black market..."

"How long can you buy it at the price on the black market?"

"Ten years? Still rich! You can buy a lot of bags and cosmetics... I envy her so much!"

As he spoke, the girl lay on the table again.

Seeing this, Gao Wen smiled and shook his head, and started working hard on his own.

This girl is pretty good, at least she has no bad intentions.

The workload today is pretty good, mainly because several cases were squeezed out last week. It needs to be confirmed on Monday, and then the process will begin on Tuesday.

I was busy all morning, and when I was having lunch at noon, a figure appeared on the big screen in the cafeteria.

Gao Wen looked up and saw that in an instant, the fried doughnut in his mouth was no longer fragrant.

On the screen, Gao Wen had watched the live broadcast several times, the female angel playing the harp.

I don’t know how lucky I am, but this screen recording performance was actually inserted on TV.

"Hmm? The TV station has changed its program?"

"It's still a little girl who plays the piano."

"Is this the TV station going to change its style? It's these fancy ones..."

"What are you thinking about? It's probably because the advertisement has not agreed to, so I got it to pay attention to the time."

"If you don't say anything else, this girl's piano is really good."

"It smells like that!"

"Hmm? Do you think so too?"

“It sounds quite comfortable, much stronger than those popular noises.”

The appearance of the piano-playing girl has attracted a wave of attention in the cafeteria.

The young and old in the unit also watched the fun.

Seeing this, Gao Wen smiled in his heart.

This girl is about to become popular.

He has good basic skills in playing the piano, beautiful appearance, and looks just right. The key is that he looks quite popular with the audience.

I just don’t know how long the company behind her can support her.

If you really plan to support it, you will become famous by taking advantage of this east wind and working hard to participate in a film and television drama or something.

Of course, Gao Wen just thought about it. It has nothing to do with him, but his good or bad girl is good.

After dinner, I returned to the office.

Turn on the computer and continue working.

......

......

On the other side, a resort apartment about five kilometers away from Gaowen Unit.

A slender little girl pushed open the door with great interest.

"Xinyu, you are popular, you are popular!"

The little girl rushed to the computer desk in front of her and shook her. She could probably hear the screams in the next room.

The girl in the seat tilted her head.

I looked at her and then at the camera in front of me.

"Stop messing around, I'm live broadcasting!"

The screaming girl turned red when she heard this, then she looked at the camera in front of her and sorted out her hair.

"Ahhhh, everyone, I am Xiaoxi, Xinyu's roommate, so do I..."

"What are you doing? Go to me to attract the audience."

The girl turned her head and looked at her with some amusement.

"No...I...you're so popular!"

"I know."

The girl nodded: "The TV station in District 9 broadcasted a clip. There has been a quarrel in the live broadcast room once. Once you come, everyone will have to make another quarrel."

Little Stream: "???"

"No, you aren't excited about it when you're on TV?"

"I'm very excited."

"Then why are you still sitting here to broadcast live? Wow, Xinyu, you can be so calm, you are really great!"

"I'm sure I live in the town, who makes me fat."

"Hehehehe, hahaha..."

Facing his friends' daily self-deprecating behavior, a girl named Xiaoxi smiled and interrupted.
To be continued...
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