Chapter 67

After the micro horse ran, the money was also donated. Suddenly, a campus celebrity Hu Tingsong, who called Wu Tong so affectionately, didn't pose any threat. Meng fan naturally laughed and greeted him and left.

Hu Tingsong was a little proud when he saw Meng fan go away. The fat man was sensible.

Seeing that these staff members looked at themselves differently, Hu Tingsong knew that his goal had been achieved. He was so handsome, studied well, had good family conditions and was so caring. Coupled with the relationship between Wu Tong and his uncle, Wu Tong will be his own sooner or later!

"Then you are busy first. I'll go back."

When the goal was achieved, Hu Tingsong waved and turned away smartly, even without donation vouchers, which was not generous.

"Baba came and donated threethousand yuan and returned it."

The great God with gentle eyes waited for Hu Tingsong to go away, This didn't help but say to Wu Tong like a bosom sister: "This pattern is not a little worse than that little fat guy just now. He looks just ordinary and has a poor temperament. At first glance, he is a person who will take his wife out of anger if he is unhappy after marriage. The clothes he wears look like famous brands, but they are all off-season discounted goods, and the family conditions are the most acceptable. That belt buckle, tut Tut, don't have too low taste. And that nail, my God, I can't stand boys' fingernails..."

A female god standing next to Wu Tong laughed: "right God, you are really full of men. I don't know if women are hungry. Your standard is good, but you can meet your standard of men. You can find it, but we can't find it!"

Xu Junnuo, the last one to take his name apart, took the nickname caoyou. The great God with very gentle eyes smelled the words and smiled happily: "also, my standard boys won't like you rough women. They all say that fitness is the best skin care product for women, which has a premise. At least when you exercise outdoors, you should wipe, spray and wear the same..."

Wu Tong listened to a sunscreen recently started by right God Amway, and continued to do what she was doing. She still liked the atmosphere of running circles here.

"Fat."

Zhang Wai followed up with his mobile phone. After walking out of a distance, he he smiled awkwardly and compared his mobile phone. "That, just now, all the live broadcasts went in, and the water friends seemed a little... Excited."

Zhang Weiwei took Meng fan's mobile phone and didn't return it to Meng fan in time after confirming the amount of donation, so that what happened after Hu Tingsong came was photographed by him.

There are more stories about pretending than slapping in the face in novels and films, but not in reality!

For the water friends in the live broadcast room, that was the standard outfit ratio and face beating routine just now.

Hu Tingsong donated 3000 yuan to show off the costume ratio. He was so immortal that he asked Meng fan how much he donated. He said that it was the same whether he donated more or less. Hahaha, hahaha, a piece of wool, Meng fan donated more than three times as much as you!

Unfortunately, the sand sculpture anchor is not good at it. He didn't grasp such a good face beating opportunity!

What do you think, brother Dei, chasing girls, low-key what!

Take out the donation voucher and throw it on his face. What are you waiting for!

Rival in love, your face is close to the sole of your 45 yard shoe, and you don't step on it at this time. What mercy are you playing!

Of course, there are also different views. I think Meng fan has already slapped his face and pretended to be more than that, but this slapping belongs to the afterthought. When Hu Tingsong understands the kind of thief pain, as for this comparison, it is more introverted.

Rivals in love, chasing girls or something, don't girls see it in their own eyes? It's clear which is higher and which is lower. Seeing through is the right solution.

In a word, because of Hu Tingsong's sudden intrusion, there was a great excitement in the live broadcast room. The barrage was full of discussions on face beating, which was like a seminar on face beating skills of online writers.

"All live?"

Meng fan was stunned for a moment and took the mobile phone handed around by Zhang. He really didn't have time to look at the virtual projection screen in his mind just now. After looking at the bullet screen, he really didn't know what to say.

However, a sentence came around Zhang: "water friends, let you say a few words."

"Yes, say a few words!"

"I want to know what the anchor thinks!"

"Why are you so modest!"

The water friends in the live studio heard what Zhang Weiwei said, and Zhang Weiwei helped shoot such a wonderful scene, but the previous mobile phone dropping on the ground was half offset.

"What do you think?" Meng fan felt that after all, now that 70000 people are online in the live broadcast room, it must be to promote positive energy, "no matter what purpose people are holding to donate, it is always donated. If you don't look at the monk's face and look at the money's face, you can't let people down."

"It's a small matter whether you despise me or step on my face. Anyway, if you step on it or not, it's ok if the person watching it knows and you know it. Does he know what's important? It's not allowed for people to spend 3000 yuan to be happy by themselves. How boring it is to figure out everything so clearly!"

Meng fan originally wanted to say that he knew that there were alumni in the live studio who asked them not to talk outside, but he thought it was a little fake and did not conform to the theme of positive energy.

Besides, there is really no quarrel with Hu Tingsong. In addition, with his virtue, the possibility of catching up with Wu Tong is almost zero, so there is no need to lose any more.

After these days of getting along, I can't say anything else. Meng fan can guarantee that Wu Tong doesn't like Hu Tingsong's style. Anyway, Wu Tong is also a player with 18 brothers and 13 younger brothers. All of them are very good to her. How can ordinary men catch her eye.

"That's all for the live broadcast."

Meng fan pointed his mobile phone at himself, smiled, waved and said, "Song Cheng won't go in the afternoon. Have a good sleep and try to broadcast it in the studio in the evening."

Download.

After looking at the data, there are more than 87000 online peak people. The number of viewers, including the running friends who frequently turn back on the scene, is nearly 300000!

[live broadcast talent] process 3: 720000 /1million.

Up level rises to level 20.

[loose money boy] has also entered process 2. At present, 13000 loose money has been made, and the requirement of process 2 is 100000 loose money.

"It's really time for you to appear."

Seeing that Xing tage had driven over, Zhang surrounding couldn't help scolding. No one knew how difficult it was to ride the little donkey Wu Tong borrowed.

"Cow batch!"

Xing tenge didn't answer Zhang's questions. Hehe gave Meng fan a punch. He watched the live broadcast on his mobile phone. In addition to admiring Meng fan, there was only admiration left. "Go back? Or have a meal first?"

"Of course."

Meng fan will go crazy if he doesn't take a bath again.

"Then go."

Xing tenge opened the door and saw that Zhang was about to come up. He stopped him, pointed to the guardrail over there, and said with a smile, "you want to escape before you deal with the traffic accident?"

"Wool traffic accidents, railings are all right, little donkey is all right, just me. Can't I have private affairs with myself?"

"Then you have to return the donkey."

PA, Xing Tange closed the door, started, and the dust went away, leaving a person around Zhang messy in the wind and the scorching sun.

I have to drive ten kilometers back!

I'm coming to join the fun!

What can I do?

Accept your fate!

Go back to the little donkey, ride it, and look at the power. Zhang is not sure whether this power is enough to go back to the Huanglong stadium!

"Classmate Wu Tong."

Zhang came to Wu Tong with a trace of hope around and pointed to the donkey: "this car..."

"Oh, car, just drive to the stadium and give it to Uncle sun, the gateway." Wu Tong asked again, "has Meng fan gone back? Let him go back to take a bath early to avoid catching a cold."

Are they all demons?

No one cares about me, right!

Zhang, who was full of grievances, could only call Wang Yanan for comfort, and the phone was quickly connected.

"I'm in the library."

Say a word and hang up.