(Trading my boss's ten years of life for Sister Jiang's lucky bag!)
(If you win, immediately ask the guy in the white shirt at Crush on the subway for his WeChat.)
(If you win, please make my little one stop pooping on the yoga mat.)
Jiang Muyao looked at the increasingly outrageous wishes on the barrage and quickly sent out the lucky bags for them to grab.
"Winners get their fortunes told with rockets, and those who don't... just knock on the wooden fish..."
(Jiang Jie is so ruthless, but I love her so much!)
(Go ahead and knock it down! Knock it down! Merit +!)
The one who grabbed the lucky bag was Zhang Fengying. She looked at the veiled Jiang Muyao on the screen and felt conflicted.
It would be a lie to say that I don’t feel bad about spending a thousand dollars. After all, it was earned with great difficulty.
But when she thought about her daughter and son-in-law, she gritted her teeth and finally made up her mind to brush the rocket.
A rocket special effect rose in the live broadcast room.
When the connection was connected, Zhang Fengying's big face suddenly appeared in front of the camera, and the square dance hit song "The Most Dazzling National Style" could be heard in the background.
(Square dance aunt bravely enters the metaphysics live broadcast room, what kind of cross-border linkage is this!)
(Auntie is quite rich, she just swiped a thousand dollars.)
(Hasn’t Jiang Jie already entered the elderly circle?)
"Host, I want to talk about my daughter and son-in-law. They've been married for several years, but they still don't have a child. This worries me to death, and it's a headache for me as a mother!"
Jiang Muyao nodded slightly: "Don't worry, just send me the photos of your daughter and son-in-law, as well as their birth charts privately."
When Zhang Fengying heard this, she secretly thanked herself for having a strong learning ability.
My daughter Li Mei had taught her how to send photos and messages before, otherwise I would have been at a loss at this critical moment.
She was operating her phone while muttering:
"Oh, this advanced stuff... My daughter taught me how to do it. It's so easy to get the hang of this new thing."
She successfully sent a photo of her daughter and son-in-law, and also typed out their birth dates.
Fortunately, she had prepared it and saved it in the memo on her phone.
The title is still "Important, daughter and son-in-law's horoscope, please use it for your grandson!"
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