Chapter 270： accident

The living room is very quiet.

The man looked down at her lazy and **** appearance, his fingers landed on her delicate and white cheeks, his fingertips lightly hooked.

Luo Qiao's eyelashes trembled, she hurriedly looked away, and walked to the sofa: "...I'm going to start doing things!"

Ming Siran glanced at his lost hand, rubbed his fingers without saying anything, and walked over to her with his long legs.

The voice was low and soft and smiled: "Well, my brother is with you."

...

Jiang Qingyu was sunken in the sofa with her long hair hanging down and her face pale and indifferent. She looked at the hot search page of Weibo on the phone screen.

All kinds of celebrity scandals broke the news, but there was no trace of Luo Qiao's negative.

The hand holding the phone tightened, Jiang Qingyu slowly pressed his lips, his eyes filled with coldness.

...

Without Luo Qiao, the number of viewers of Jiang Qingyu's escape live variety show has soared, and has now broken the record.

On weekends, netizens are used to squatting in front of the computer, waiting to watch the new live broadcast.

[Look at Miss Jiang Qingyu! 】

[Ms. Jiang Qingyu's performance in the last issue was amazing, I look forward to this issue! 】

[Tsk, compared with a certain mental illness, my sister Qingyu is a perfect woman like a textbook, she is beautiful and talented and has a high IQ, I am too good. 】

[Who the **** do you scold for mental illness? Clean your mouth! 】

[Fuck! Can Jiang Qingyu's fans speak human words? 】

[They are in a hurry, they are in a hurry, they are in a hurry, hee hee, whoever talks up is who they are, the video of the illness spread all over the Internet, and they thought who didn't see it? 】

[Hahahaha I have seen it too, Luo Qiao is like a lunatic. 】

The show hasn't officially started yet, Jiang Qingyu's fans will not let go of any opportunity to start connoting Luo Qiao, wherever the Qiao fans can bear it, they immediately meet, and the barrage is torn into a ball in no time.

Soon after, Jiang Qingyu appeared in the camera.

Her expression looked good, except that a circle of gauze was wrapped around her wrist and her face looked a little pale.

Seeing the camera, she greeted everyone, as gentle and friendly as before: "Hello everyone."

[Hello, Ms. Qingyu, why is Ms. Qingyu injured? 】

[Uuuuu distressed. 】

[Recording shows with injuries, this is too dedicated. 】

[Distressed +1. 】

Jiang Qingyu couldn't see what the barrage was saying. She prepared herself for the upcoming live escape broadcast. As she arranged her clothes, her gaze swept across her wrist, and the man's eyes flashed again for Luo Qiao to look at her.

Her expression became a little cold in an instant.

But it was only a moment. She quickly returned to her usual appearance. After she was ready, she gestured to the director.

The rest of the guests are also ready, and the program officially begins with the director's command.

The tense atmosphere is accompanied by a thrilling escape link, and the netizens in front of the screen can't help holding their breath and dare not miss a second.

In the recording scene at this time, an unremarkable man stood in the shadow. He glanced at Jiang Qingyu who was running on the hugely funded site, and reached out and lowered the brim of his hat.

...

Within a few minutes, the netizens who were watching the live broadcast suddenly heard a scream. When they looked up, they saw Jiang Qingyu falling off the high platform.

She clutched her hands and was thrown to the place, and her whole body shrank tightly because of the pain.

The scene suddenly became chaotic.