Chapter 224

-Chaoyang? Is it the Chaoyang who wrote adventure?

-Maybe it's a coincidence. I happened to take such a net name.

-I think 80% is, after all, the songwriter of adventure. He writes such a good song that he must earn a lot of money to give a gift of 10000 yuan at one go!

-2333 isn't it a fan brother or a fan sister in South Vietnam《 The more you listen to adventure, the more you feel that it fits well with South Vietnam. It feels like a song written specifically for her.

-The point is, South Vietnam seems to have this kind of speculation!

Seeing the barrage, Nanyue coughed softly: "Chaoyang, good Spring Festival. I'm really guessing if you're the Chaoyang I know."

-Mu Mu, Nan Yue Kang, I also want a good Chinese New Year!

-I can only afford a hundred little stars. South Vietnam, look at my QAQ

Nanyue smiled and said, "everyone is after the new year. Don't give any gifts. Keep them for fun with relatives and friends after the new year. "

"If you send it again, I'll broadcast it."

As soon as this word came out, the man who was crazy about brushing the little stars just stopped.

The barrage has also become unified. They are all brushing 23333, which means laughing.

Among them, the "Happy New Year" barrage issued by Chaoyang is somewhat conspicuous.

Nan Yue blinked. Is he admitting that he is the sunrise?

However, when she said this was not good in the live studio, she did not continue to ask, but quickly changed the topic and went to cook the next dish.

When the dishes and soup were ready, Nanyue picked up his mobile phone and was ready to say a few more words, which was officially broadcast.

But before he could speak, he was attracted by the sudden barrage.

-Nanyue, look at the microblog!! There is a beautiful picture of your favorite hot man!! Ah, I'm gone!!

-I also saw that I have kept the photo album silently. This face is super capable of fighting!

-What are you talking about? South Vietnam's favorite man, isn't it me?

-Upstairs, if you eat a peanut, you won't

-Stop it, okay? This is the live studio in South Vietnam. What do you think others do?

-Whisper, vocal CP Sego!

South Vietnam revived in time and said, "I'm going to have lunch with grandma. Everyone has a good meal. I'll see you next year!"

With that, she waved goodbye before the barrages brushed them off, and then neatly turned off the live broadcast.

Then he hesitated for a moment with his mobile phone and went on the microblog with a trumpet.

This time, she doesn't have to search. It's directly on the home page.

Hot, Sheng Jingheng appeared at the airport.

A long black-and-white plaid coat and a gray scarf, tall and straight, slender legs.

It's rare that I didn't wear sunglasses, but wore a mask to expose my deep and quiet eyes. Under the refraction of light, the dark eyes seemed to shine with stars.

With a pair of White Headphones and a mobile phone connected to his ears, he seems to be listening to something.

This headset is as like as two peas that she ordered yesterday.

South Vietnam was a little surprised. He thought that with his temperament, he would definitely choose the black one.

The airport is city A. the time is this morning, almost the same as when she arrived at her grandmother's house.

Just one day off, he still went back.

Maybe like her, she wants to go back and see the old man.

South Vietnam has seen several pictures. Even if it is a raw picture, it can't find the face with any defects. It's really convinced.

It's really what fans say. It's a beautiful picture.

She didn't dare to save it in her mobile photo album. She can only use a small size to forward a microblog collection.

God's face is used to appreciate it slowly.

South Vietnam withdrew from the trumpet, turned off the microblog, and then took the prepared dishes to the living room.