Chapter 1200

"Give your brother your best stripper."

"I'll remember your charming appearance and give me another twist."

The bullet curtain is painted fast.

Mixed with some offensive or provocative words.

Su Yan looked at it carefully.

Because she was wearing sick clothes.

There was gauze around the neck.

In the eyes of others, all this has become fun

"Lulu, today's dress is too conservative."

"It's just that you have to show the little man's waist. Otherwise, how can I give you a reward???"

If you brush them together, the more you brush the bullet curtain.

More and more people are pouring in.

Su Yan props up the mobile phone bracket.

Took the cup and took a sip of water.

Hoarse voice

"voice injury, in hospital, unable to speak."

With that, she did not go to see the barrage again.

I looked around and found a book.

She reached for the book.

Sitting at the table, while drinking water, while reading books.

So five minutes passed.

It's still very novel on the screen? What is little Lulu doing? "

"What kind of fun is this?? It looks interesting. "

"I hope it's better than Lulu's dancing."

One sentence after another.

The screen of the bullet curtain is full of watching.

Half an hour passed.

Some people start to be impatient!!! What the hell is this doing? "

"No energy! No! "

"Really reading?"

"How did my explosive dew become like this?"

"Damn it, I wasted my reward money."

"I'm afraid. I'm afraid. I've slipped away."

An hour later.

The audience who was still here to watch.

Completely angry

"fuck, I come to see striptease. Who wants to see you read?"

"Is this a throat injury or a brain injury?"?? Are you sure you don't need to see a doctor? "

"It's fucking boring."

"Away."

There are many bullet screens.

Even more live than ever before.

It's just that in the past, they were always flirting and praising.

This time I was scolded.

It's two and a half hours live.

Su Yan sat there and read for two and a half hours.

Even Suyan doesn't know when it's over.

Just as she looked up, she had quit the live interface.

The next two days.

Su Yan broadcasts live from 10:00 to 12:30 every day.

If you don't say a word, just sit there and read.

And this way of live broadcasting.

Just started swearing.

Maybe it's too wonderful.

Occasionally, someone sneaks in from another studio.

"It's said that Lulu has changed her ways into a wonderful flower. She came here specially to have a look."

"I'll go. I'll just read without saying a word."

"Cattle lot."

Barrage after barrage.

Gradually, someone began to adapt to her live broadcast.

It even became her powder.

"666, I really like you."

"Wow, it's such a free way to broadcast live. It's pink."

Of course, this kind of fans is only a small part.

Most of them turn off more passers-by after two eyes.

······On Saturday and Sunday, Su Xiaohua was bored at home.

Maybe I want to find Suyan too much.

But I can't get in touch.

Then random search.

Open the microblog and watch the hot search on it.

Look down.

Su Xiaohua turned over for a while.

Then point one of them with your little finger.

One word at a time, milk voice and milk breath

'through the air network red, and then renovate the pattern'