Chapter 593

On this day, when a Zhao was broadcasting live, Jiang Li was not there.

Now she has become a little online celebrity with a lot of regular fans.

If you change to someone else, you will probably strike while the iron is hot, sign a contract with the platform, open a microblog, and strive to market. Plus such a face, it's not impossible to jump out of the Internet and enter the entertainment industry.

But instead of a Zhao

Ah Zhao said that he was too lazy to spell.

In the past few days, fans obsessed with ah Zhao's beauty have added a Buddhist school to her besides the label of narcissism.

Buddhist anchor.

One hour a day.

In addition to live broadcast of the beauty of the prosperous age, chat and answer questions, nothing else.

I used to ask for a reward once in a while, but now I don't ask for a reward. (in fact, because the audience base is large enough, even if they don't ask for it, the reward is very considerable.)

Since we can achieve our goal without a reward, a Zhao said: what else can I ask for.

Her fan's bullet screen is also a kind of elegant painting style.

One by one hate iron but not steel:

[always little star]: it can be said that Zhaozhao has been powdered for such a long time. Now, Zhaozhao, your flow is just right, so you should have planned earlier.

[flying birds]: the beauty of the anchor is top of the entertainment industry, right? Think about it.

[why there is no stuffing for steamed bread]: enter the circle + 1 and show me the beauty. Even if my face is paralyzed in the whole performance, I will chase after it!

[snow in Jerusalem]: come on, the anchor doesn't even have a micro blog, and he's still in the circle. It's like playing with tickets.

……

A Zhao looked at these bullet screens, but also calm very: "lazy to play micro blog, lazy to enter the entertainment industry, we quietly enjoy my beauty in the video is not enough?"

What she didn't say was that she might have enough money to live broadcast.

It can be said that it is the Buddha himself.

……

Jiang Li never came back in the afternoon.

A Zhao is not in a hurry. He orders a takeout. After eating, he sits on the balcony and looks at the pots of flowers that he keeps growing very well. The warm sunshine falls on him, and a Zhao is a little sleepy.

Sleepy and sleepy, she huddled in the couch and fell asleep.

Jiang Li came back very late.

He had the key to the house, so he didn't knock.

When he entered the door, the room was dark. He thought ah Zhao was not at home.

But when I turned on the light, I heard a sleepy voice from the balcony: "well Are you back? "

He looked back and watched the girl rise from the couch.

She probably did not wake up, the whole person is still lazy, leaning on the back of the chair, staring at her side.

Big and round eyes still hold a pool of fog, hazy, like a quiet dream.

His voice involuntarily lowered a little: "how do you sleep on the balcony?"

A Zhao looked back, blinked his eyes, and shook his head childishly, as if to make himself sober.

She muttered, "I was in the sun. It was too comfortable. I fell asleep

In the sun?

Jiang Li was dumbfounded when he thought of the present time.

"No food?" He asked.

Ah Zhao shook his head honestly.

Jiang Li asked her to sit and wake up and went to the kitchen.

The refrigerator was very clean, Jiang Li looked for a circle, but a handful of green onions, three eggs, and noodles that had been taken apart and half eaten.

It's enough for a dinner.

Soon, the smell of fried eggs spread from the kitchen.

A Zhao followed the fragrance and walked by.