Chapter 342 is True Love (+54)
She looked at him gently with a smile in her eyes: "Are you one of my fans too?"
also?
Are all these people her fans?
To be honest, these images do fit their stereotypes about men who like to watch beautiful female anchors.
"No, no," Zhou Hang waved his hands repeatedly. "I just saw you on short videos before."
Upon hearing this, Qingqing joked, "Oh, so you're not my fan? I'm a little sad."
The way she frowned slightly made everyone feel sorry for her.
Little Fatty quickly comforted her, "Qingqing, he just has no taste, don't take it to heart."
"That's right, as long as our baby has us, that's enough."
"Let's go upstairs, honey. Didn't you want some whiskey? How about I make you a candlelight dinner? I'll light some aromatherapy candles and arrange some fresh flowers."
The sound faded into the stairwell as they went upstairs.
Ling Ran and the others: "..."
Whiskey? A candlelight dinner? Aromatherapy? Flowers?
They play with more fancy tricks than adults!
“This group of people…” Su Yimo wanted to comment, but couldn’t think of a word for a long time.
“This streamer is quite capable,” Pei Xiu added from the side. “Those men are probably all fans of this female streamer. I just don’t know how they got together, and I don’t know how she gets others to listen to her so much.”
really.
Unless this female streamer is exceptionally talented, but if she is, finding some good-looking sycophants shouldn't be difficult, right?
If the woman is not very strong and these men are more powerful, then it's hard to understand why they would listen to a woman who is not as strong as them.
"CPU!"
Zhou Hang nodded: "This woman must be a master of CPU manipulation to have them CPU-ed up, otherwise it doesn't make sense."
Hu Meiying rarely makes sarcastic remarks: "Maybe he's truly in love with this female anchor?"
"Please! It's the end of the world, what's the point of talking about love?" Su Yimo thought to herself, trying to sound sensible. Love? Even dogs wouldn't talk about it, haha.
"Let's get some food ready."
A short while later, the group upstairs who were setting up the dining table suddenly sensed light rising from below. The refined but weak-looking man immediately went to the stairwell entrance to look and then said, "Those people have a generator."
Actually, they had just heard the generator, but they were a little skeptical.
"Awesome."
"Then we should be able to use electricity, right?"
As one of them spoke, he turned on the room light, which stayed on for a while before hissing and going out again.
The light has been unused for too long and is broken.
"Damn! Why aren't their lights broken?"
The seemingly refined but weak-looking man adjusted his glasses and said, "It looks like they've replaced the lights."
The rest of the group: "???"
She sat gently on the sofa, doing her nails, and listened to their discussion before saying, "Let's not talk about them anymore. Other people's business is none of our concern. We just need to focus on our own things."
"Yes, you're right."
"Liangliang, come here and paint my nails." She spoke softly, then turned to the tattooed man with a big gold chain who was looking at his phone on the other side of the sofa and said, "Brother Kong, dinner is almost ready. Why don't you go take care of something? I'll run you a bath later."
The man called Brother Kong glanced at Qingqing reluctantly, but said nothing.
She didn't look at him directly, but she did feel his gaze: "Looking at me won't help. You're both so strong, how can I keep up? Remember sustainable development?"
As she spoke, the woman in the corner trembled. A moment later, after the weak-looking, seemingly refined man, Liangliang, pulled out a few small umbrellas and tossed them to Brother Kong, Brother Kong took off his headphones and casually placed his phone on the sofa.
The screen was placed face up, and a white, fleshy body could be vaguely seen on it.
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