My Son is a Reborn Villain

Fu Yunruo went to the flowerbed and put Wen Wen down after entering the flower shed.

The indoor temperature of the flower shed is controlled within a constant temperature range, but the ground is still cold.

The area where the warm activities are played has been covered with a thick and soft blanket, and it is warm and not cold to sit on it.

Fu Yunruo skillfully opened the live broadcast room and said hello to the audience. Seeing that the audience posted a barrage saying that it was so sad to get up early in the morning to catch the subway on such a cold day, he comforted him.

Fu Yunruo felt the same way. She felt that the journey of driving a small donkey for more than 20 minutes every day was also very sad. In such weather, it was difficult to persevere without a certain amount of perseverance.

Especially when it's raining, it's wet and cold.

Fu Yunruo was already considering whether to live here.

But she was very reluctant to live in the old house. She lived in the village and had a good relationship with her neighbors. Uncle Mei always took care of her.

Scream something and someone will come to help.

But she lives here, a little distance from the village, and because she stays in the flower shed all day long, she is not very familiar with the people in the village outside, and this place is also a bit biased.

But on the other hand, it will be more convenient for her to live here. She doesn't have to commute to get off work every day in the wind and rain, and she can also broadcast live at night in the future.

The baby was still so young, and she worried that he would not be able to stand being sick for a long time.

Fu Yunruo thought for a moment and decided to spend most of the winter here, and return to the old house when the weather is hot.

The old house continues to be rented, and will live on both sides!

But I need to ask Uncle Guo's opinion first. Although she gave a room here, it was only used for lunch break. If she brought her son to live there, it would be more troublesome.

Fu Yunruo thought about a lot of things, but it didn't take a long time, and the work at hand was not delayed at all.

At a random glance, she saw someone brushing a flower and a bouquet of flowers on the screen, and she thanked her earnestly.

There are not many local tyrants who spend a lot of money, and even fewer like the digital user.

Although her popularity has been on the rise, the number of followers is close to 900,000, and the average daily live broadcast popularity is 300,000.

Only a very small number of these people will give her gifts every day or occasionally, and only five or six days will an audience give her a sea of ​​flowers.

But now that the average daily income can be tens of thousands, Fu Yunruo is already very satisfied. Like the audience who spent millions before, it is hard to find.

People really couldn't stand the talk, saying that Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived.

Her live broadcast room was instantly swiped by a golden message.

Your leader 9983535444 enters the live room.

Chapter 18

The script that Si Yue received was a film and television script. In order to pursue the best effect, the crew went to a remote place to shoot live, and the network signal was intermittent.

And in order to catch up with the chūn festival schedule, the shooting time was very tight.

Everyone's shot is compressed and then compressed.

Si Yue, as the male protagonist with the most plays, no matter how good his acting skills are, he still feels overwhelmed.

Just because he passed it doesn't mean that the person who plays with him can pass it, usually he also needs to bring people into the play.

And the director is very picky, and even if the crew is in a hurry, they must strive for perfection in every scene.

Fortunately, it was finally over.

On the night of returning home, Si Yue slept hard, and the next day he was resurrected with a hundred times more blood.

After he went to the gym to exercise, he went to the bathroom to take a shower, wearing baggy pajamas, the seductive mermaid line was looming.

With a towel on his head, he walked out while wiping his wet hair.

After wiping his hair until it stopped dripping, he threw the towel aside, and his tall body sank lazily into the soft sofa.

The short black hair was messy, and a few strands of hair fell out on the plump forehead.

The slender fingers picked up the low-key and luxurious black mobile phone, and while opening the screen, they leaned back to stretch their muscles and bones.

When it was time to grow flowers for leisure, he subconsciously wanted to poke the manager and ask him to quickly bring the pots over.

Then he remembered the live broadcast he watched that day, and his finger crossed the chat app icon and clicked on the live broadcast platform.

At this point in time, the only anchor he followed was live streaming.

Si Yue entered the live broadcast room.

Seeing the popularity completely different from his impression, he raised his eyebrows.

If he remembered correctly, the first time he entered the live broadcast room, the broadcaster was still watching a small transparent with only a few thousand people. After a period of time, there were 300,000 to 400,000 people following the live broadcast?

Has anything changed during his absence?

The colorful barrage covered the screen overwhelmingly, Si Yue tutted, closed the barrage, and saw Qingxing's interface stretched his eyebrows.

The anchor seemed to notice that he had come in, and greeted him specially, with a clear and pleasant voice.

"Thank you for this 9983535444 audience's reward..."

Si Yue remembered the gift he gave him casually that day, and commented: No thanks.

The anchor's voice was full of sincerity, "I still want to thank you, you have helped me a lot, I am very grateful, I wonder if you have any live broadcasts you want to watch, or what orchids do you want to watch? You have the right to ask for it once. , I will do it..."

It seems that the barrage said something, the anchor explained: "I don't recommend that you give so many gifts at once. If economic conditions permit, occasionally give me a flower or a bouquet of flowers, and I will be very happy. …

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