Interstellar baby care letter

Chapter 13 Mr. Lu also watched the live broadcast

District [-], the heavily guarded Lu family villa.

The 120-year-old Lu Zhengguo, the old man of the Lu family, was sitting in the living room, watching the replay of the live broadcast with a smile on his face.

On the screen of the smart brain, a pair of white, tender and slender hands are holding a pen and ink, and the fonts on the white rice paper are chic and elegant.

It was Nan Shu's live broadcast.

The guards at the side looked at the smiling face of the old man with a serious face, but they were slightly puzzled in their hearts. The old man has watched the live broadcast three times, and he is not tired of it?
Thinking in this way, the guard asked the question, but Lu Zhengguo didn't say anything. He waited until Nan Shu finished writing the calligraphy before replying, "This calligraphy is so mysterious. I read it three times, and each time I have a different feeling."

"General Lu." A voice came from the door.

The visitor has long legs, sword-brows and star-eyed eyes, sharp-edged face, wearing a jet-black military uniform, with cold and rigid lines, meticulous from top to bottom, thin lips tightly pursed, and his expression is as stern as ever. With his long legs, mature male hormones follow It emits.

What kind of man has the strongest aura and is the most attractive?
--soldier.

Staying in the military camp all year round, traveling on missions, made Lu Xuan cold and sharp, with the temperament of iron and fire, blood and sweat on his body, but he was born in a noble family, and his innate nobility was engraved in his bones. Indifferent and cold, years of experience allowed Lu Xuan to mix the two together.

Indifferent, noble and fierce.

Anyone who saw such a grandson would be proud, and Lu Zhengguo was no exception.

"came back."

"Yes." Lu Xuan replied.

"...If you are interested, you can look up the information about calligraphy on Blue Star and learn for yourself." Nanshu's soft and pleasant voice came from Zhizhi's brain.

This voice... Lu Xuan's lowered eyelashes moved, followed by a look.

The picture of the brain stays on the pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Lu Xuan's thin lips parted slightly, and a deep and magnetic male voice flowed out slowly like a cello: "When did grandpa watch the live broadcast?" Although the old man surfed the Internet, he never liked to watch videos.

"This anchor is called Nan Shu. Her live broadcast is not like others. She specializes in explaining some cultural knowledge, and this time she is talking about calligraphy culture." Lu Zhengguo paused, and then said: "This little girl is quite mysterious. She revealed her name but didn't reveal her face, and after two days of digging online, she didn't find any other information about her."

Lu Xuan's expression remained the same, but Nan Shu in Glass Forest appeared in her mind, pretending to be terrified and wearing heavy makeup.

Don't know the face?Thinking of the difference in Nan Shu's performance before and after, Lu Xuan's dark and deep eyes were slightly deep, and a sliver of interest rarely arose in her heart. *
Yan Ping's scalp tingled when he looked at the private messages and the number of Aites in the backstage of his Xingbo.

It has been three days since Nanshu's live broadcast, and the popularity on the Internet has not diminished, but has become more and more prosperous.

If we say that when the live broadcast first came out, it was followed by netizens who surf the Internet all the year round and people who like to watch live broadcasts, then now it is the attention of the whole people!
The hot searches about Nanshu live broadcast have been on the rise for two days. Nanshu live broadcast videos have been viewed nearly [-] million times, and there are tens of millions of comments on Xingbo. For a new anchor, this is simply a statistic !

There is a lack of interstellar culture, and many cultures that have been passed down for a long time have long since ceased to flow. As an interstellar person, Yan Ping is very aware of the needs of society for culture. It is a matter of course.

But now facing such sky-defying statistics and the attention of the whole people, Yan Ping felt very bitter in his heart.

Why?Without him, because Nanshu can't be contacted as if the world has evaporated!

It stands to reason that Nan Shu should have jumped out of such a hot scene long ago, but Nan Shu's people are as strange as her live broadcast style, and they have been so popular for two days that they can't even see a single person.

Ever since, some people couldn't sit still.

Huaguang's upper-level leaders put pressure on him to contact Nan Shu as soon as possible. Netizens from all walks of life frantically attacked him and asked him to inform Nan Shu of other information.

Yan Ping looked miserable, what could he do?Nan Shu's live broadcast room was originally uploaded out of thin air. Moreover, Nan Shu is not a contracted anchor of Huaguang, so she didn't leave any personal information.As for finding the ip address along the network cable?Yan Ping tried it, but the hackers he invited said it was strange. Nanshu's live broadcast room appeared out of nowhere, and Nanshu's live broadcast network was nothing like it.

Now it's all right, I have used all the methods, but Nan Shu still can't find it.

"Alas." Yan Ping sighed, and his worried hair was turning white.

Not only he is worried, but the majority of netizens are also worried.

A large blockbuster message under Xingbo: "Hey, it's the third day that Miss Nan Shu didn't show up, I miss her."

"Has anyone checked the information on calligraphy culture... I can't find it (crying)"

"Does anyone in China know where it is? Is it convenient to tell me?"

"My heart is dead, why is there no one selling pens, inks, papers and inkstones (crying)"

*
In the afternoon, Nan Shu was wearing a long chiffon dress with a bright red ribbon around her waist, which made her waist look slim and curling. The long skirt reached her ankles. The long skirt is flowing and beautiful.

Nan Jue is wearing a T-shirt, white upper body and sky blue lower body, and white children's shoes on his feet. He looks like a cute baby full of energy.

"Let's go." Nan Shu hugged her baby son and went out.

In the center of District Four, in a high-end hair salon.

Liya looked at Nan Shu's golden and soft hair, and hesitated, "Ma'am, are you sure you want to dye it back to black?"

"Yes."

Compared with golden curly hair, Nan Shu still prefers smooth black straight hair.

"Okay." Leah nodded, the customer is God, even if he disagrees with it from the bottom of his heart, he has to do it.

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"This is your younger brother, he's so cute." Liya has a passionate personality, and she couldn't help laughing when she spotted Nan Jue who was looking up at her mother from the corner of her eye.

The average age of the interstellar is 170 years old. If they live longer, they can live to be 190 years old. Now, Nan Jue is four years old and Nan Shu is 24 years old. Don't they look like brothers and sisters?
So, Nan Shu was not surprised when he said this, and said with a smile: "He is not my brother, but my son."

"Ah." Leah was surprised, she couldn't tell.

Nan Jue was unhappy at first, but when Nan Shu said that they were a mother and son, her big black and white eyes were filled with smiles, shining brightly.

After a while, Liya said gossipingly: "Did you hear about the incident on the Internet recently?"

"What's the matter?" Nan Shu asked.

"It's about the anchor Nan Shu."

Nan Shu's beautiful eyes rounded slightly, and she paused for a few seconds before saying, "Oh...that matter."

She was busy moving these few days and completely forgot about the live broadcast.

"You know it too..." Leah spoke enthusiastically as if she had opened up a chatterbox.

Nan Shu lowered her eyes, asked a few questions without any trace, and found out the current situation on the Internet.

Half an hour later, the two of Nan Shu left the hair salon, instead of going home, they drove to the headquarters building of Huaguang Live Broadcasting.

(End of this chapter)