The Apocalyptic Boss Raises Buns In the Interstellar

"The almighty master of the last days is raising buns in the interstellar ()"

"Yeah, is this the anchor's mother's younger brother? I think he's so interesting."

"I really want to see the anchor's mother turn off the virtual screen and turn on the real image. I want to see if the anchor's mother's brother is as good-looking as the anchor."

"Is this the manager of the live broadcast room, Neijue-Zhengao? @反倩-领澳."

"@反入-领洛, is this you? Is it really you? You look so cute."

"Although it's virtual like this, I still think that the anchor's mother's younger brother is very handsome, cute, lively and well-behaved, hahaha..."

...

Nijue-Zhengao: "Don't guess, that's our younger brother, Ben... I'm not that naive."

Leng Zheng'ao was in the No. 88 star training room, watching the supernatural operation of his superior on the light screen, he was speechless.

Seeing that everyone in the live broadcast misunderstood that Si Chaoyue was himself, he couldn't help but came out to clarify.

"Ahhh, how many younger brothers does the host's mother have?"

"I envy my younger brother with my real name."

"I want to be the anchor's mother's younger brother, so can I eat the food made by the anchor's mother every day?"

"It's impossible to eat my sister's dishes every day after becoming a real brother."

Nijue-Zhengao quickly clarified for himself, "My sister has to take care of the children, how can I have so much time to cook for everyone?"

"In short, as the younger brother of the host's mother, the chances of being able to eat delicious food are much higher."

"Even if it wasn't made by the host's mother herself."

Jun Moyao looked at the ID named Nijue-Zhengao, his brows were unconsciously tightened.

This name reminded him of a very nasty guy.

I hope it's not him, otherwise, I'm afraid that my road to chasing my wife will be more difficult.

Phew - hope it's not you.

But, things backfired.

Just when Jun Moyao was praying that the owner of this ID account was not the person he imagined, Xiaoxing's voice suddenly sounded: "Master, master, I found it."

"Xiao Xing has already found out the real identity of this Ni Rising-Zheng Ao."

"If you find it, you will find it. Why are you so excited?"

Jun Moyao was too involved in thinking about things, and was almost frightened by this sudden voice.

Fortunately, the past thirty years of forbearance and clumsiness have allowed him to develop the ability to hide his emotions and anger.

That's why he didn't make a fool of himself in front of Xiao Xing.

But the tone of the speech made Xiaoxing's screen tremble with fright: "Master, I'm sorry."

"Xiao Xing just felt that it took a lot of thought to come up with this person's identity, and he was happy for a while, so he was a little..."

"Stop talking nonsense, just tell me, who is this person?"

Having said that, Jun Moyao kept praying in his heart: "Don't be that guy, don't be that guy."

However, the ending was not according to his will.

Before the man could continue to pray, Xiao Xing's voice broke his wish: "The identity of that ID number belongs to a Mr. Leng Zheng'ao."

Jun Moyao stroked his forehead: "..." I was really afraid of something.

But, how did this guy get involved with Ling'er?

Thinking of this, he quickly asked Xiaoxing: "Have you found out about his relationship with Ling'er?"

"No...Xiao Xing didn't dare to look down."

There was a hint of helplessness and innocence in Xiaoxing's tone, "Master, Xiaoxing dare not investigate matters related to the mistress."

Jun Moyao: "...What use are you for?"

Disliked Xiao Xing: "Why don't you ask the mistress personally, Master?"

"Do you think it's time for you to change?"

Being squeezed by Xiaoxing, Jun Moyao was instantly upset, and he threatened lightly, "It's just right, all the materials are ready-made in my laboratory."