! ! !

They hurried to look at the ID of this local tyrant, and saw Luo Qiao's golden V gleaming on the list, as if telling everyone unabashedly: Well, yes, it's the old lady.

The arrogance of breaking through the screen.

Netizens were instantly excited: This is a frontal torn up! !

Jiang Qingyu also saw such a big white lotus on the screen. She pursed her lips and her expression became cold.

And Luo Qiao continued to give gifts unhurriedly, the blossoming lotus flowers bloomed, and the sound effects kept ringing. At the same time, it was accompanied by countless exasperating witty words.

--Speaking of not knowing herself, of course my sister is doing my part.

--Although my sister is ugly, she looks pretty beautiful.

--Compared with me, would you rather match?

After hearing the news, the pretty fans who came to watch immediately cooperated and opened the brush: not worthy! !

The passersby watching the excitement are almost laughing to death, this style is really pretty.

Jiang Qingyu's fingers hanging by his side slowly clenched, and she stared at the line of words with cold eyes.

Seeing that the situation was not right, the agent on the side quickly smiled and said to the netizens: "Today's live broadcast is over here. Qing Yu has just been discharged from the hospital and is not in good health. I hope fans will understand."

After finishing talking, she turned off the live broadcast quickly regardless of what the netizens were saying.

...

In the room, the surroundings were very quiet, Jiang Qingyu quietly looked at the mobile phone placed on the stand, and did not speak for a few seconds.

After a while, she turned her head and glanced at her agent, feeling unpredictable: "Why turn off the live broadcast?"

The agent froze for a moment: "Such a quarrel is detrimental to your image, and Luo Qiao's identity..."

"What's her status?"

The agent said nothing.

Jiang Qingyu's expression was indifferent. She stretched out her hand, took the phone from the cradle, turned on the screen, adjusted to the live broadcast interface, and was about to open it again.

The agent quickly grabbed it and said, "Qingyu, don't be impulsive. After all, Luo Qiao is powerful, and there is a boyfriend who spoils her so much. It's no good for you to fight against her."

When he heard the words of the boyfriend who spoiled her so much, Jiang Qingyu's pupils shrank slightly.

She glanced up at her agent quickly.

The agent trembled all over by her eyes, an inexplicable feeling of being stared at by a poisonous snake.

Jiang Qingyu's voice was extremely cold: "You mean I can't compare to her everywhere, right?"

The agent waved his hand quickly: "No, I didn't mean that. Qingyu, don't think about it."

Jiang Qingyu stood up, her body was graceful, slim and slender: "Luo Qiao is good with everything, Luo Qiao has everything, Luo Qiao will be forgiven for everything she does, Luo Qiao likes everyone..."

When she said the last few words, she swept everything on the table to the ground. With a loud crackling, the agent took a few steps back and looked at her with a look of horror.

Jiang Qingyu looked at her and sneered: "Don't you mean that?"

The agent didn't know what to say, she felt that Jiang Qingyu's state was getting worse and worse.

"There will be shooting tomorrow, Qing... Qingyu, you rest early."

After speaking, the agent glanced at her who was silent, and hurried out with her mobile phone.

Jiang Qingyu stood in the shadows, not knowing what he was thinking, his eyes were particularly sinister.

...

In the bedroom, Luo Qiaoyun was finished, and put the phone aside.

At this moment, the bathroom door was opened from inside, and the man walked out.