The little ancestor has a soft waist and a wild heart, Master Bo has fallen!

Chapter 1976: Stop causing trouble
"Oh, I forgot. Miss Song is from Beijing. She is not familiar with which direction the gate of Rongcheng Police Station opens. I will send you the location."

Nan Jiaojiao exited Song Yuan's live broadcast room, called up WeChat, sent the location and glanced at the camera, "It's right here, can you find it?"

Chu Yao rubbed her face against Nan Jiaojiao's shoulder, "Baby, isn't her leg disabled? How can we do this?"

"Don't hospitals have wheelchairs?"

Nan Jiaojiao just blurted out a word, then remembered that she was facing tens of millions of people, and she had a little desire to survive. She quickly slapped her waist twice, "What do you mean by cripple? Who is crippled? Don't insult people like this! Apologize now!"

"Oh."

Chu Yao moved his head, put his chin on Nan Jiaojiao's shoulder, and looked directly at the camera: "I'm sorry."

Everyone...

There is no sincerity.

But why does this "I'm sorry" seem so much more sincere than Song Yuan's?

What kind of filter is this, it can be so thick.

"But honey, her phone has a signal. Isn't she imprisoned by you? You are so capable that you blocked the signal in the ward. How can you still broadcast live?"

Nan Jiaojiao looked up at the sky and said, "Maybe they have solved it."

Chu Yao was surprised: "Did you really put up a signal jammer?"

"I blocked her, what the hell? I played a lot of games during the two days I stayed at her place. I didn't connect to the hospital wifi and used my own data. Am I crazy?"

Chu Yao laughed twice, then pinched her affected voice, pretending to be innocent and naive, and asked again: "It's so strange, she started crying and said you were a wish as soon as she started the live broadcast, and everyone misunderstood you. What misunderstanding has not been clarified for more than half an hour, and you two have WeChat, she was so anxious for you in the live broadcast room, why didn't she send you a message on WeChat to say something?" Nan Jiaojiao said bluntly: "Oh, I don't know her well."

"Why not?"

Nan Jiaojiao pushed the dialog box of her and Song Yuan in front of the camera, "I'm not familiar with this."

There was no chat history, just one message, which was the location she had just sent me.

"Then maybe you two are familiar with each other. You have endless things to talk about in the crew. You stay together every day, so you don't need to communicate privately through messages."

"Didn't I bully her on the set? She tried to talk to me in a friendly way, but I gave her the cold shoulder. I didn't know how to accept the cakes she handed me. Since I ignored her, how could she have so much to say to me? Did you watch all those videos online in vain?"

"Oh, yes~"

Nan Jiaojiao couldn't stand Chu Yao's pretentiousness. She trembled and said, "Can you be more normal?"

"Okay," Chu Yao pinched Nan Jiaojiao's face, pinching twice and then kneading, smiling ambiguously and ripplingly, "I'll listen to my baby."

The two of them were singing a duet, and it sounded like every word was accusing Nan Jiaojiao of crimes. However, the secretly filmed videos and photos that were exposed online, as well as the dirty water that was put on her head, came out of her own mouth, which was both mocking and ironic.

Song Yuan became more and more uneasy. She even forgot to cry, and couldn't laugh. She pulled the corners of her mouth tightly and whispered, "Jiaojiao, I have explained that it was a misunderstanding. The purpose of this live broadcast is to clear you up. How can you say that? This will only deepen everyone's misunderstanding."

She forced a smile and said, "Leave it to me, okay? Please don't make things more complicated, okay?"

"Miss Song is speaking fluently now? She is no longer speaking incoherently? She is not crying anymore?"

Nan Jiaojiao sneered, and Song Yuan's head exploded.