I Became A Hit After My Divorce!

"No." Jojo shook her head, "You are much prettier than her."

Le Yao was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "It's still Joe who always talks."

"It's true, especially your figure, it's natural and bumpy. I dare to say that if you enter the entertainment industry, she won't have anything to do with her at all." Le Yao clicked her phone, "Look, The eyes of netizens are also sharp."

Le Yao leaned over and took a look, there were people commenting on this topic below.

Netizen [Quiet and Weird]: Am I the only one who thinks that Han Binglan is actually prettier than Yan Zimeng? Don't spray cute fans, it's purely personal opinion. (Picture of holding a dog's head)

Netizen [Deep Laughing Dream]: I also agree with the one upstairs, especially her figure, ooh, if she debuts, I will definitely be the first fan.

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"They say keyboard warriors are hateful, but in fact most netizens are bright-eyed." Le Yao was happy, Han Binglan's body proportions were very good, and she danced since elementary school, she usually eats very restrained, and exercises very regularly, so , The figure is kept very perfect, even if the marriage with Nangong Jue delays the exercise this year, it will not affect much.

But these days she has passed through, after cooking and eating by herself, she has a faint tendency to double chin. There is no way. She was originally good at cooking. After crossing, maybe God has made her cooking even better in order to compensate her. She couldn't control the temptation herself.

Seems like it's still a matter of control.

As for entering the entertainment industry, let's forget it. She admits that she doesn't have the acting skills, and she doesn't have any privacy even if she is married to a wealthy family.

Zeyu Garden.

The huge room was dark at this time, and Nangong Jue huddled tightly in the corner. He seemed to be back in those days when he was once unbearable in the dark. The feeling of suffocation made him tremble all over, and the big beads of sweat kept coming. The ground rolled down from his forehead, and he seemed to be in great pain, but he endured it so hard that he didn't make a sound.

Finally, the whole person fell to the ground, hitting the floor with a thud.

Uncle Bai has been guarding outside. He saw that something was wrong when the Lord came back today. He was afraid of an accident. At this time, when he heard the sound, he hurriedly pushed the door and walked in. He was startled. After all, the Lord has already I haven't made a mistake for many years, and I didn't dare to delay, and hurriedly pinched people.

After a long time, Nangong Jue finally slowly opened his eyes.

Uncle Bai also took a breath.

"I'm fine." Nangong Jue said weakly, "No need to call Yun Shen."

"Go to bed first." Uncle Bai helped him onto the bed, then poured a glass of warm water into it, then took the medicine box, took his hand, and helped him treat the wound.

The forbearance just now made him blur the flesh and blood that had been stabbed in his palm.

The next day was Sunday, at ten o'clock in the morning, Le Yao and Qiao Qiao started the second live broadcast on time.

As a result, as soon as the live broadcast room was opened, more than 100 people poured in, and it was still increasing, and the barrage became dense in an instant.

[Finally waited for the second live broadcast, and wanted to ask, is it still the little brother who drives the Porsche today? 】

[The one upstairs is simple, this is a food live broadcast, what brother are you watching? See what Porsche? I want to ask Miss, do you still make tiramisu today? 】