Chapter 17: Standing in line, holding a number plate of love
It was like throwing a piece of bread crumbs into the fish pond. The fire sticks, which had started to stop gradually during working hours, suddenly boiled again.
By the time Ye Wan took the little buns to eat breakfast after washing up, there were already more than ten posts in the front row of "Fish Pond" about her.
There is a black fan, "I bet fifty cents, he is a man! What if we have the words 'Stupid people, a lot of money, come quickly' written on our faces? Just wait for him to be stripped off the Internet!"
A passerby said, "If you play live broadcasts, let alone a little anchor like her, just the top ones, who would dare to say that they don't use filters? This is not something Zhou Yu would like to fight against Huang Gai. It's scattered and scattered, don't give the other party a chance to attract fans."
There are also people who are wandering between passers-by and fans, "Can I say that I haven't slept all night? The 18th all-around female anchor is really not covered, especially the bricks with bare hands, and last night's demon concubine, Ke Yan It's sweet and cute, and there are some inexplicable middle school students, I'm a little fan of her... Never mind, see you at eight!"
There is also a shivering iron fan wearing a vest, "My home Wanwan is really cute, just take a look, just take a look, you will definitely be like me, lining up, holding the number plate of love and waiting for her to turn the green head card. .Don't pick me up, I'll get out!!"
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Ye Wan glanced at the live broadcast room again.
Oh hoo!
incredible!
150,000 followers have doubled to 380,000!
The morning wind is blowing, the drums of war are beating, who is afraid of whom in this world?
Ye Wan is gearing up.
"Ye Xiaowan..."
Ye Cheng, who was eating the doughnut, bulged his face and had some icing sugar hanging from the tip of his nose, "Will they be miserable?"
"Who... who?"
Ye Wan raised her eyes with an inexplicable look on her face.
Little Bun pointed to the phone and then to Ye Wan, "You're laughing so wickedly now, I don't know if I should sympathize with myself or them first."
In the evening, the little bun has the answer.
"Ye! Little! Late!"
Ye Cheng, who was carried under the shower in the bathroom to take a shower, put his hands on his hips, "I! No! I want this! What! Early! Go to bed!"
Dinner at five o'clock, storytelling at six o'clock, it's just seven o'clock, it's bright outside, so he has to go to bed?
"Ye Xiaowan, it's easy to suffer from indigestion when you're full and go to bed. If you suffer from indigestion, you'll have stomach ache. If your stomach hurts, I'll cry, and then you'll have a headache!"
"Are you sure you won't take me downstairs for a walk to digest food?"
Ye Wan smiled and poked his belly, "I checked the eyes, no need!"
The little bun angrily said, "Ye Xiaowan, you..."
Pia!
With a soft sound, the little bun touched his little butt, his face flushed, "Ye Xiaowan, a gentleman speaks and does not do anything! No, you are not a gentleman. Then... Confucius said do not see evil!"
"Then take a shower obediently!"
Putting the towel where he could get out of the shower, Ye Wan turned on the shower.
The sound of the water was rushing, and he heard the phrase "It's really only a villain and a woman who can't take care of it." Ye Wan turned around, and the little bun had already closed the bathroom door with a bang.
The water vapor blurred the glass door, and the half-height figure of the little guy gradually became hazy.
Against the background of dim yellow light, it looks extra miniature.
If the home is still...
In his ears, he could hear the playful sound that could be heard through the door when Dad took him to take a bath, and every so often, his mother would helplessly shake her head, with a happy and pampering smile on her face.
Ye Wan's eyes became hot, and she opened the door and walked out of the bathroom.
At eight o'clock in the evening, Ye Wan entered the live broadcast room on time.