Transmigrated Female Support: Male God, Addicted to Teasing (Transmigrated Female Support)
Chapter 1197: How is the internet celebrity made (22)
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Chapter 1198: How is the internet celebrity made (23)
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"What do you want to hear?" Su Kui propped his cheek with one hand, bent his knuckles, and tapped the tabletop.
Under the warm yellow lamp, a chestnut-shaped curly hair was scattered behind the head like seaweed, the petite body could not support the wide pajamas, and the round and white shoulders slid out from the neckline.
At the beginning, Lu Qiaosheng only felt that Wen Jiu's voice was very good, and it was a voice that attracted his attention. He has always been a person with a very weak personality. There are not many things that can attract him, but I don't know why. Just the first time I heard this, I felt that this woman was inexplicably familiar.
But when I went through every corner of my brain, I never found out when I knew her.
"It's all fine." He smiled and said mildly.
There is sometimes a long silence between the two, each doing their own thing, but the atmosphere between them is extremely harmonious. No matter how long you leave, what you did, when you came back, you asked, "Where?"
There will be a soft voice from the headset immediately, "Here."
So, he smiled and felt very wonderful, just like in the dark, they should have been like this.
Su Kui came back after washing, covered her lips and yawned, said with a nasal voice: "When I come back, when do you rest, if you can't remember, then I will sing casually?"
Lu Qiaosheng is reading a book. The obscure books are as thick as bricks. The whole page is full of traditional characters, but he can see it. The wall lamp hits his face. The facial features are especially soft. The eyelashes behind the lens are long and slender. , Lined with light-colored lips, especially pleasing to the eye.
Suddenly hearing the sudden sound from the headset, Lu Qiaosheng smiled, "Okay."
Su Kui turned through the song list, and suddenly saw a song, and his eyes lit up, and he immediately decided to sing this song.
She looked for the accompaniment, and the lyrics were deeply in her heart.
This is a very simple song with background music. She went on the wheat and the background music has already sounded. She cleared her throat and said: "Well, this pen ink millennium, give me my new husband, pen ink!"
"Huh--" Lu Qiaosheng shook his head, his dark eyes seemed to reflect the stars in the sky, and he unconsciously dropped his eyes on the computer screen that could not be seen.
The prelude of the music is very exciting, and there is a vast vicissitudes of life behind it.
"Bashan does not change Qianfeng Dai, and the rivers are not exhausted.
Everyone says that Shucheng is dangerous, and strange rocks enter the top of the cloud.
The reputation is far and wide, and he is ashamed to talk about buying reputation money.
Jiangshan's prosperity and abandonment, no one dares to advance.
Lonely indignantly throwing into the inkstone pool, leaving behind the destiny. "
Her voice is different from the generally soft voice of girls, but the range is very wide. Singing this ancient song, there is a kind of hearty free and easy, and seeing the world ups and downs, everyone is drunk and waking up.
"There are so many unfair things in the world, everything happens as expected.
How can the Great Waste be like Shura Prison?
Above the high hall are all beasts and beasts under the human skin.
No one asked Yingying sentient beings.
Laugh out of the world, let the wind and rain bear my shoulders. "
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"Laughing is uncomfortable, letting wind and rain bear me.
A stroke of vicissitudes, the meaning in ink is thousands of years. "
Lu Qiaosheng listened quietly, the voice in the headset, quietly, just sing for him. She always speaks and does things neatly, no matter what she does, it seems to have no reason, but also seems to have a long history. He followed in her footsteps, even if she would not be coquettish.