Chapter 922

A small screen, everyone's face is magnified several times, and the facial expression is clear.

On Jiang Tongtong's small screen, a barrage of curses all over him appeared to be a little prominent in front of the clean screen.

"Director, shall we temporarily close Jiang Tongtong's live studio?"

Look at this scolded, it's really pathetic. The staff can't stand it. Even if there is no popularity among the four groups of guests and the relatives of other guests, no one will chase and scold like this.

The director frowned, "don't close it. There's a saying that she's so cute."

A red curtain of bullets drifted by

Talent: Jiang Tongtong is so cute. This expression is a fan sister. Ben Mei is right. I don't know why you scold her, but her piano skill is top. If the program team gives her a piano, you will see what talent is.

This barrage immediately attracted countless chases.

The garbage from jiuzhanque's nest is only accumulated by money. If it weren't for the Jiang family, I'm afraid she's working in a factory now. She might have had a baby early.

Gifted: what dove occupies the magpie's nest? It's true that Jiang Tongtong is an adopted daughter, but if the Jiang family doesn't choose her, how can she be adopted? Hatoyama magpie's nest can't be used in this matter at all.

True angel: shut up, you, there are many scheming children, not to mention places like orphanages, who knows how Jiang Tongtong was adopted.

Did Adu pay attention to me today?: Not until now, some people still think that children are innocent. It is suggested to make good use of search. What kicks pregnant women and spits on passers-by is also children.

Genius is not talking.

The director sighed, comforted himself and said, "Jiang Tongtong won't know if she doesn't watch this program. When the post editing is over, these abusive remarks are all mosaic, and her camera is not much."

Anyway, it has to be edited, and the online memory is short, so the popularity of live broadcasting cannot last long.

Watch the camera.

Wu Xun has been feeling Prince Xiao's pulse for a while, but he still doesn't mean to end it.

At the sight of the barrage, everyone laughed loudly.

All hhhhhhhh.

"I feel young master Xiao is going to cry. Look at that nervous look. The evil smile disappeared in minutes. President BA was panicked and indifferent. There was a kind of woman who would die if you didn't talk."

"Hahahaha, looking at Prince Xiao's face, it was clearly written with the words' am I terminally ill '. I bet 20 cents. When the program team edited later, it would definitely post these words, which was really interesting."

"Hhhh, isn't this Lu Qingjin really intentional? How can I feel that he is filled with black sesame seeds? Look at this thoughtful look, it's clear that it's' how can I say to make him hold on '."

The director laughed.

Under the clear lens, Prince Xiao couldn't laugh, and a cold sweat broke out on his forehead. His heart was full of countless' sleeping slots'.

Why do I look like I'm going to die when I see Mu Xue so suddenly?

This serious appearance makes the extremely panic and anxious in Prince Xiao's heart. Don't mention looking for trouble. Now he hopes that Wu Xun can be happy and say something to Mu Xue.

What's complicated? He doesn't want to hear it at all. Now he needs Wuxu to firmly tell him that it's okay. Just take a tonic.

Wu Xun withdrew his hand, and Prince Xiao became paralyzed. Before Wu Xun could speak, he asked anxiously, "Master Lu, am I all right?"

He is really in a hurry.

Wu Xun looked at Prince Xiao: "if you mean that the accident is to wait until you are disabled, then you are all right for the time being."

Prince Xiao swallowed his saliva, and the forced smile on his face was worse than crying.

Wu Shu added, "you look no more than twenty-five, but your bones are the worst you've ever seen, more rotten than a 90 year old man."

Wang Zixiao smiled stiffly and muttered in a low voice, "yes, is it so serious?"

Lu qiuran interrupted inappropriately, "Dad, Prince Xiao is only 24. He often practices dancing, and his body should be OK."

Wu Shu's face suddenly colded: "are you his doctor? If you say you can?"

Inexplicably, Lu qiuran was wronged. She hated this stuffy old thing, but due to the live broadcast, she couldn't make her face.

She bowed her head and apologized: "sorry, Dad, I was wrong."

Annoying old thing, scold, scold, the harder she scolds, the more angry she will be.

Lu qiuran was offended when he spoke. Sui Yuan and Chu Yan shut up when they wanted to ask.

Sometimes, they think the old monk is actually very easy to get along with, as long as they don't step on his bottom line.

Each of them couldn't help looking at Lu qiuran. In fact, they were very depressed. Logically, Lu qiuran and Lu Qingjin had lived together for more than ten years. They should know each other day and night. But why did Lu qiuran always get scolded when he spoke.

There are a lot of times, and they even feel a little deliberate.

Wu Shu didn't care much about Lu qiuran. After scolding Lu qiuran, he looked at Prince Xiao and said, "does your knee often hurt?"

Wang Zixiao looked a little complicated and resisted in his heart.

Wu Xun looked heavy: "to the doctor, tell the truth and don't hide anything. If you can't pinpoint the position, come here."

Wang Zixiao took a deep breath, sat over a little, smiled and said, "I really don't know what to say. It should be normal to have a cramp occasionally."

Wu Chu didn't speak, and reached out and pinched Prince Xiao's knee: "is it like this?"

Wu Xun just opened his mouth, and Prince Xiao 'ao' howled out of his throat. The whole person stood up, and tears instantly appeared in his eyes. He wanted to say that it hurts. Wu Xun has let go, and the sharp pain has disappeared.

His tears really can't help it. Now he looks hypocritical and fake, and he's pinched. Can it hurt so much?

Like a bitch.

Others were shocked by Prince Xiao's violent reaction, but Wu Xun looked flat as usual, and asked faintly, "is the same on the right?"

Prince Xiao opened his mouth. He didn't know how to describe this kind of fucking feeling. He thought he was a little capable liar, at least not so magical, but he was so divine that he pinched the death hole as soon as he pinched it, and asked the fatal point as soon as he asked.

Short words, but hit the heart.

Prince Xiao wiped his tears and nodded, "it's the same."

He felt that his face was hot and he couldn't let go. If you want to leave immediately, there was a warning from the supervisor and director in his ear, telling him to calm down and relax. His fans were all concerned about his body, and everyone was wondering whether traditional Chinese medicine was really so divine.

His motherly side was not paid too much attention, and the idol burden in Prince Xiao's heart was much better. When he looked at Wu Yu again, he looked a little more respectful and asked, "Master Lu, how can I recuperate?"

PS: Double watch, good afternoon.