Chapter 904

Lu qiuran's eyes were red again, but he didn't speak. Because Wu Xun was strict, Prince Xiao didn't speak and ate silently.

The food was delicious, but they didn't want to eat it, precisely because they were angry.

Wu Shu didn't mind at all, so he sat down and continued to eat.

Jiang Tongtong liked eating very much, but she didn't want to be noticed, so she wanted to put it down after eating. Unexpectedly, Wu Yun filled her with a spoon. Her heart warmed and she continued to eat silently.

Such pork feet are really delicious. So are the mushrooms. They are so fresh and delicious.

After dinner, Lu qiuran and others had gone out to sit and watch the stars and drink tea in the yard.

Jiang Tongtong stayed to help Wu Xuan clean up and wash the dishes.

Jiang Tongtong was afraid that Wu Zhuo would drive her out. She was out of place and would only feel uncomfortable and embarrassed when she went out.

Wu Xun knew that the girl was seriously ill, and it would take some thought to treat her. He didn't speak. You and I went to clean up the kitchen, and the remaining teaching assistants in the pot were also filled out and put into the cupboard.

When washing hands, Wu Chu said, "wash your hands and come out. I have something to say."

Jiang Tongtong wanted to go back to his room silently after washing his hands. When he heard the order, he nodded, "OK."

Out of the kitchen, in the middle of the temple yard, Lu qiuran and Prince Xiao are playing the game you draw and I guess. Their unhappy emotions are all lost. Their age of twenty-two or three is an interpretation of youth.

Wu Xun walked over and everyone smiled back.

Lu qiuran also seemed to be afraid, and shouted in a low voice, "Dad."

Wu Shu sat down in an empty position and answered faintly, "HMM."

The originally happy game became indifferent with his joining. Although no one said anything, the atmosphere was obviously cooled.

Lu qiuran looked down at her mobile phone. From the live broadcast room, she looked at the crazy words of swiping the screen and scolding Lu Qingjin for mouse excrement. She was a little happy in her heart. The eyes of the public were bright. If public opinion was used well, it would be killing people invisibly.

She doesn't complain about anything. Fans will complain for her. She just needs an aggrieved silence. She will soar to the highest and dazzling place.

Jiang Tongtong came out. She was embarrassed and suppressed torture and pain in her erratic expression.

Lu qiuran learned from the live broadcast room that Jiang Tongtong came. When Jiang Tongtong came, the fans watching the live broadcast were scolding.

Lu qiuran was extremely happy in the bottom of her heart. Jiang Tongtong, a thief, stole everything from her. People who should have been in the muddy pond should not go out. If she wanted to return, Jiang Tongtong was bound to be pulled down by her and stepped into the muddy pond, otherwise Jiang Tongtong's versatile excellence would block her way.

Wu Xun saw Jiang Tongtong coming out and said, "come and sit down. Everyone is here. I have something to say."

Lu qiuran couldn't help looking up in doubt. In her impression, this adoptive father was extremely rigid and boring. He was quiet and arrogant, but he cultivated his heart, so no matter how much anger he would endure. Lu qiuran knew where the bottom line was, so she always touched the red line but didn't cross it.

Wang Zixiao and others also feel strange, but this is a live broadcast. Lu Qingjin doesn't know if they can't know? So anytime, anywhere, you can't jump out of your own design. The more rigid Lu Qingjin is to them, the more clever they are. In this way, they can be more popular. Scold Lu Qingjin, the famous capital, for carrying it alone.

Sui Yuan smiled, "Master Lu, if you have anything to say, let's listen."

They all formed a tacit understanding and kept being clever.

Wu Xun looked bland: "Qiu ran said that you recorded this program, right? It will be broadcast on TV in the future."

Mo xuechu nodded, "yes."

Lu qiuran also nodded cleverly, "yes, Dad."

Wu Xun said faintly, "although Qiu ran said that he would not take too many photos of me to affect my life, you should stay here for at least a month, 30 days a month, and we should get along day and night. I heard Qiu ran say that this is a relaxing program, and your parents will see it after it is broadcast."

Several people nodded again. They didn't have to wait for the broadcast. They were all watching it now.

Several people looked at Wu Xun, looking a little subtle, because they were aware of a problem. The old monk in front of them did not know that this was the situation of the live broadcast.

He didn't know that every word he said and every emotion would be magnified for people to watch. Lu qiuran didn't tell him this.

Under the public screen of Lu qiuran's live studio, many passers-by fans also found clues.

Questions were raised one after another.

Sky Galaxy: why doesn't Lu qiuran's adoptive father know that this is a live broadcast?

Passerby: look at it for a few days. I said why the old monk is so cold-blooded. His emotion is that he doesn't know that he will be watched by the whole network like this. Is it a little mysterious? Tut

Autumn is my favorite: don't stand there and talk. Don't allude to anything. Autumn won't hide it. It's just that her adoptive father is divorced from society. He doesn't know what live broadcasting is. Besides, there is no script. What he is now is what he used to be. If he is hypocritical, we'll watch live broadcasting.

From time to time, Lu qiuran would look down at her mobile phone and look at these remarks. Her heart was relieved. She would not be scolded, but would be distressed by fans because of these truths.

Watching the live broadcast, Jiang's mother and father began to brush the screen without saying a word. Lu qiuran couldn't help but tick the corner of his mouth.

Wu Xun knocked on the stone table with a cold face: "Lu qiuran, raise your head."

The harsh voice scared several people, and their hands that poked their mobile phones silently shook.

Lu qiuran looked up, as if frightened: "Dad."

Wu Xun's face was cold: "when elders talk, look around like what words, you put down your mobile phone, and I hope you can abide by what I said next. If you can't abide by it, then I'm sorry, please leave."

Lu qiuran's face turned white and he endured his grievances.

Prince Xiao didn't tense up.

However, the severity of Wu Xun made Lu qiuran's live studio burst again. The number of people increased, and many people recorded and forwarded it on the screen.

Lu qiuran heard the supervisor's voice back in his ear: "qiuran, listen to your father."

Lu qiuran knew that supervising and directing was to convey the director's meaning. Lu Qingjin's strictness was a hot spot, and the biggest beneficiary of this hot spot was her. Lu qiuran reluctantly smiled and said, "Dad, you say it, we will be obedient."

The aggrieved tone was like a helpless little poor man who was embarrassed.

Wu Shu said coldly, "Qingshan temple is a good place. Now that you're here, you can't disturb my practice at will. From tomorrow on, I hope you don't play with your mobile phone anymore. You can recite meditation with me in the Buddhist hall at seven o'clock in the morning for an hour. At eight o'clock, you can cook breakfast in pairs. I don't eat lunch, so you can help yourself with dinner. If someone wants to follow me, it's OK, and the kitchen should be cleaned up."

Lu qiuran didn't answer, and there was the excited voice of the supervisor in his ear: "listen to... His."

PS: Good afternoon, Shuang Geng.