Mr.Lu is blacklisted again

"It's delicious. You've worked hard at work. Eat more." Lu tingwan sandwiched a bowl of topping dishes for Lu Yanxiu.

Lu Yanxiu looked at the dishes piled up in the bowl and glanced at her.

If he hadn't known about the microblog, Lu would have grabbed her ear and asked her what trouble she had caused.

After dinner, Lu tingwan went to make a cup of coffee for Lu Yanxiu and sent it to him. He smiled and said, "I have a lot of homework tonight. I have to go back to my room to do it. If you have nothing to do, don't bother me."

"Hum,"

Lu Yanxiu, who had long known what Lu tingwan was going to do, couldn't help but snort contemptuously and didn't reach for her coffee.

"Hum, what do you mean? Did you hear that?"

Lu Yanxiu ignored her.

Lu tingwan came to his ear and picked up one of his ears: "no, Xu, noisy, I, hear, hear, no, have."

With that, Lu Ting went upstairs in the evening.

Lu Yanxiu looked up upstairs and then took back his eyes.

Lu tingwan returned to his room, locked the door, and simply sorted out the furnishings in the room.

She usually sleeps in Lu Yanxiu's room, and most of her things are there. Aunt Qiu cleans up her own room every day. She doesn't need her to clean up.

Came to the cloakroom, picked for more than ten minutes, and finally found a goose yellow dress she usually disliked and refused to wear.

Because I feel a little lady, which is not in line with her temperament.

But this kind of skirt is the only style Lu Yanxiu allows her to wear.

Quickly change your clothes. Lu tingwan wants to weave a centipede braid with a skirt, the one on one side.

But her hands were crippled and she only knew braids. She didn't dare to find Lu Yanxiu to get them for her.

Tossed for a while, gave up and put it on.

After sorting himself out, Lu tingwan took out the box and began to drum up the equipment.

The first live broadcast, Lu tingwan, who loved playing and fresh things since childhood, was still very excited.

In the room, Lu tingwan is ready.

Outside the room, Lu Yanxiu, who came downstairs, passed by. He looked at Lu tingwan's closed door and stood in place for a while. He didn't hear anything.

Took out his cell phone and looked at the time.

It's seven forty.

Lu Yanxiu then went to the study.

Turn on the computer and download a "wind flag"

Fans and netizens can't wait to shout Lu listening late on the microblog.

Ye Songyao didn't give up either. One by one, they began to move their muscles and bones and rub their hands, saying that they would show her the unity that the navy can't compare.

Before eight o'clock, Lu tingwan finally finished it.

Take a deep breath. Lu tingwan turns on the camera and aims at himself.

At eight o'clock, he appeared on the screen on time.

The live broadcasting room was immediately crowded and tens of thousands of people poured in. The scene was probably similar to the security uncle opening the school door after school.

Lu listens to the night curiously and looks closely together. He whispers, "can you see me?"

Someone immediately responded: "see, see, the goddess is beautiful."

"I finally waited for you. Fortunately, I didn't give up."

"Come, come, wait a day, finally began."

"Lu, I love you."

The number of people in the live broadcasting room increased at an incredible speed, and soon reached 70000.

The bullet screen was painted so fast that people were dazzled by its colors that it blocked Lu tingwan's face.

Heroic fans and netizens brushed up gifts, but Lu tingwan, who never watched the live broadcast, didn't know what it was.