After a debt of 100 million, the poisonous tongue went crazy and killed people on the live broadcast
Chapter 35 Is this an ugly photo?
Chapter 35 Is this an ugly photo?
In the dog days weather, God really does not give you a breath of wind.
Feng Yin kept fanning, and there was still a small electric fan blowing in front of him, but it was still hot.
There is no way, there is a sea of people in front of me, people are very close to each other, and they dare not leave, fearing that their position will be taken away, and it will be useless to regret it when the time comes.
"Today I finally understand that staying where it is cool is really not a curse, it is definitely the most sincere care and the deepest love."
Feng Yin looked at the live broadcast room, took a long breath and asked: "How are you doing there? I'm already familiar with it."
I don't know if it's because the hatred is too hard, but the temperature gauge was uniformly posted in the live broadcast room, and it was surprisingly consistent below 30 degrees.
"It's almost enough, it's impolite when it's cold."
"Don't force me to fight with you in such hot weather!"
Feng Yin pushed up the broken hair on her forehead, and the sweat-stained feeling made her complain: "The bangs turned into a barcode."
The style of painting in the live broadcast room was distorted by Feng Yin all the way, and they were all in the name of black fans, but no one quit, so what should I do if I am willing to speak freely here?
Many migrant workers who worked for a whole day finally found a live broadcast room that suits them, and the fatigue of the day dissipated a lot in Feng Yin's words again and again.
Of course, there are also many black fans who give up and refuse to give up, such as the black fans fan group site sister.
When the station sister identified Feng Yin's live broadcast location through the live broadcast, she rushed to the scene immediately, holding a professional long-tube camera, and took pictures of Feng Yin.
"Hahaha! I finally caught it. On such a hot day, all makeup has been tanned! It makes you beautiful—what the hell! What's going on!"
The station sister looked at the photos in the camera, silently recited something unscientific, and continued taking photos.
It must be that Fengyin's cosmetics are good, and the waterproof effect is good.
In the hot and humid weather, Sister Zhan hid behind an unobstructed low wall and took countless photos. Finally, at the urging of her fans, she selected two and sent them.
The black fan group sent a bunch of question marks in a uniform order.
This is your ugly picture!Although we are sunspots, we also have eyes, okay?Here's how they use prepared copywriting!
In the photos in the group, Feng Yin is lazily leaning on the deck chair, the electric fan is blowing the corners of her clothes, and a folding fan is stunned to show the demeanor of a son of an aristocratic family taking a boat tour on the lake. If the background board is ignored, this is not Properly handsome and unrestrained son!
The station sister also fell silent. She told everyone: Don't worry, the night is still long!
The night is still long, let the fans in the group get ready, just for the ultimate black!
After waiting for more than an hour for Feng Yin, Li Sanyi finally arrived.
"If you don't come again, I will call the police."
Before Li Sanyi could speak, Feng Yin pushed him to sit on the chair.
"Keep my position and I'll go deal with the big things in life."
Li Sanyi sat down in confusion, looked at the three mineral water bottles in the plastic bag next to him, and nodded.
But why is this water bottle so familiar?
After Li Sanyi picked out a bottle, the words on the bottle made him laugh uncontrollably.
In the live broadcast room, he kept asking what he was laughing at, Li Sanyi turned the bottle around and pointed it at the camera.
"I didn't laugh at Feng Yin, I laughed at myself. I was still wondering why Feng Yin was so generous and bought so much water."
Under the lens, the words "hotel special" on the bottle are particularly clear.
I have to say, this time, it's really windy.
(End of this chapter)
In the dog days weather, God really does not give you a breath of wind.
Feng Yin kept fanning, and there was still a small electric fan blowing in front of him, but it was still hot.
There is no way, there is a sea of people in front of me, people are very close to each other, and they dare not leave, fearing that their position will be taken away, and it will be useless to regret it when the time comes.
"Today I finally understand that staying where it is cool is really not a curse, it is definitely the most sincere care and the deepest love."
Feng Yin looked at the live broadcast room, took a long breath and asked: "How are you doing there? I'm already familiar with it."
I don't know if it's because the hatred is too hard, but the temperature gauge was uniformly posted in the live broadcast room, and it was surprisingly consistent below 30 degrees.
"It's almost enough, it's impolite when it's cold."
"Don't force me to fight with you in such hot weather!"
Feng Yin pushed up the broken hair on her forehead, and the sweat-stained feeling made her complain: "The bangs turned into a barcode."
The style of painting in the live broadcast room was distorted by Feng Yin all the way, and they were all in the name of black fans, but no one quit, so what should I do if I am willing to speak freely here?
Many migrant workers who worked for a whole day finally found a live broadcast room that suits them, and the fatigue of the day dissipated a lot in Feng Yin's words again and again.
Of course, there are also many black fans who give up and refuse to give up, such as the black fans fan group site sister.
When the station sister identified Feng Yin's live broadcast location through the live broadcast, she rushed to the scene immediately, holding a professional long-tube camera, and took pictures of Feng Yin.
"Hahaha! I finally caught it. On such a hot day, all makeup has been tanned! It makes you beautiful—what the hell! What's going on!"
The station sister looked at the photos in the camera, silently recited something unscientific, and continued taking photos.
It must be that Fengyin's cosmetics are good, and the waterproof effect is good.
In the hot and humid weather, Sister Zhan hid behind an unobstructed low wall and took countless photos. Finally, at the urging of her fans, she selected two and sent them.
The black fan group sent a bunch of question marks in a uniform order.
This is your ugly picture!Although we are sunspots, we also have eyes, okay?Here's how they use prepared copywriting!
In the photos in the group, Feng Yin is lazily leaning on the deck chair, the electric fan is blowing the corners of her clothes, and a folding fan is stunned to show the demeanor of a son of an aristocratic family taking a boat tour on the lake. If the background board is ignored, this is not Properly handsome and unrestrained son!
The station sister also fell silent. She told everyone: Don't worry, the night is still long!
The night is still long, let the fans in the group get ready, just for the ultimate black!
After waiting for more than an hour for Feng Yin, Li Sanyi finally arrived.
"If you don't come again, I will call the police."
Before Li Sanyi could speak, Feng Yin pushed him to sit on the chair.
"Keep my position and I'll go deal with the big things in life."
Li Sanyi sat down in confusion, looked at the three mineral water bottles in the plastic bag next to him, and nodded.
But why is this water bottle so familiar?
After Li Sanyi picked out a bottle, the words on the bottle made him laugh uncontrollably.
In the live broadcast room, he kept asking what he was laughing at, Li Sanyi turned the bottle around and pointed it at the camera.
"I didn't laugh at Feng Yin, I laughed at myself. I was still wondering why Feng Yin was so generous and bought so much water."
Under the lens, the words "hotel special" on the bottle are particularly clear.
I have to say, this time, it's really windy.
(End of this chapter)
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