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"Give your brother your best striptease."

"I'm sure you look like a hooker, and twist another one."

The barrage brushes quickly.

Mixed with harsh or teasing words.

Su Yan looked carefully again.

Because she was wearing sick clothes.

There was gauze on his neck.

All this is seen in the eyes of others, and all become fun

"Oh, Xiao Lulu, are you going to play ward PIAY today?"

"Lulu, this dress is too conservative today."

"That's why you have to show that little waistline, otherwise, how can I get you a reward?"

Brush it all, the more the barrage brushes the more.

More and more people are coming in.

Su Yan supported the phone holder.

Took the cup and took a sip of water.

Hoarse

"His throat is hurt, he's in hospital and can't speak."

After that, she didn't go to see the barrage again.

I looked around and found a book.

She reached out and took the book.

Sitting at the table, sipping water and flipping through the books.

So, five minutes passed.

I still feel novel on the barrage.

"Well? What is Lulu doing?"

"What is this fun to do? It looks interesting."

"Hopefully look better than Lulu dancing."

Sentence after sentence.

The screen of the barrage brush is full of fun.

Half an hour passed.

Someone is getting impatient

"Well !!! What the **** is this **** doing?"

"Nothing! Don't watch!"

"Are you really reading a book?"

"How did my explosive Lulu look like this?"

"Damn, I wasted the money I gave."

"Afraid, afraid, slipped."

After an hour.

The audience who was still watching here.

Completely angry

"Fuck, I'm here to see a striptease. Who wants to read you?"

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

"It's so boring."

"Withdrawn."

Barrage brushes are exceptionally numerous.

Even more than every previous live broadcast.

But in the past it was some teasing and praise gifts.

This time it was scolded.

The live broadcast is two and a half hours.

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

Even Su Yan didn't know when it would end.

It was only that she looked up and had exited the live broadcast interface.

The next two days.

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

Without saying a word, just sit and read the book.

And this way of broadcasting.

At first scolding.

It's probably amazing.

Occasionally slipped in from other live broadcast rooms.

"I heard that Lulu turned out to be a stranger, and came here to see it."

"I'm going, I really don't say a word, just read books."

"Bull batch."

Waves of barrage followed.

Gradually, someone began to adapt to her live broadcast.

It even became her fan.

"666, I really like to die for you."

"Wow, it's a live broadcast way I want, it's a fan."

Of course, such fans are only a small part.

Most are more passers-by who turn them off with two glances.

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

Probably want to find Su Yan too.

But he couldn't get in touch.

Then a random search.

Open Weibo and watch the hot search hanging on it.

Looking down.

Su Xiaohua turned for a while.

Then little finger nodded one of them.

Word by word, milk sounds milky

‘Cross the net red, then renovate the pattern’