Chapter 963： Male god, male god, do you still need a boyfriend who can live broadcast? 21.45 (end)

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"I think...let's eat first."

Luo Mio pushed the person in front of her away without hesitation.

Put the previously soaked, softened vermicelli on a plate.

Cut the washed baby cabbage into 6 portions and put them in boiling water.

Sprinkle with a pinch of salt.

After it's softened, take it out and place it on the vermicelli.

Heat the pan, pour the oil.

Add onion **** minced garlic and saute until fragrant, then add chopped pepper and minced meat.

The color has turned white, add light soy sauce and oyster sauce.

Stir fry a few times over low heat, and season with a little salt and chicken essence.

Then pour the fried chopped pepper minced meat evenly over the vermicelli.

Put it in the steamer and set it for five minutes.

Look at the rose next to you.

Take one out.

Remove the petals and rinse.

Shred.

Sprinkle on the edge of the chopped pepper baby vegetables.

A beautiful and delicious dish.

Into the public eye.

"Okay, that's it for today's live broadcast, we'll see you tomorrow."

Disregarding everyone's wailing and howling, turn off the camera.

He squinted at someone who was beside him.

"Serve the dishes, eat."

Jun Heng obediently served the dishes and took a bowl to serve the rice.

Bright living room.

The two sat opposite each other.

Occasionally said a few words, smiling.

Occasionally serve each other, warm feelings.

Pansha looked at the dark live broadcast room.

There are also dense barrages passing one after another.

Even if it doesn't air.

The enthusiasm of the audience is still high.

why?

Is that face?

Or his handsome boyfriend?

Pansha couldn't figure it out.

How some people can always be so lucky.

He even stole his boyfriend and trampled him so badly.

The result was a short period of time.

He turned over.

In turn, he stepped on himself and Wang Hui into the mud.

Do not.

Perhaps it should be said that he did not do anything at all.

It was all made by that idiot Wang Hui himself.

If it weren't for him, how could she be implicated.

Decadent leaning on the chair.

Pansha looked confused.

She has nowhere to go.

The mind is full of confusion.

'Drip drip...'

The phone on the table suddenly remembered.

Depressed, grabbed it and looked at the caller ID.

Zhang Sheng.

He quickly sat upright and connected nervously.

"Brother Zhang."

"Pansha, are you changing jobs? Now you are in a bad situation in Zijin. Come to my entertainment live broadcast, and I will hold you as a sister."

Pansha, who thought she was going to be scolded.

Eyes brightened.

A sister?

"Really?"

"real."

"Okay, I'll come."

Pansha didn't think much about it at all, and nodded happily.

With Luo Mio on Zijin's side, she would never be able to get ahead.

Entertainment Live is the second largest live broadcast platform.

If she became a first sister, that man might notice her.

As soon as Pan Sha signed a contract with Zhang Sheng, she got an invitation letter for the annual live broadcast platform party.

After getting dressed up.

With an excited heart, he stepped into the venue.

Luo Mio and Jun Heng in the same dress.

arrived after her.

As soon as it appeared, it attracted the attention of the audience.

Pansha standing on the periphery.

Looking at the two people who are like the stars and the moon.

Hold the bag in your hand.

Thinking of what Zhang Sheng said before asking her to come to the banquet.

Suppressing his excitement, holding a wine glass, he walked towards the two of them.

"Luo Mio."

Pansha endured the vigorous malice and shouted pretending to be ashamed.

Seeing people looking at him, he immediately bowed.

"I'm sorry, it was all my fault before, I'm sorry, I hope you can forgive me."

He stood up straight and took a glass of wine from the plate of the waiter who happened to pass by.

hand over.

Luo Mio stared at the heroine and chuckled lightly.

Pulling the people around you and brushing past.

Not all apologies can be forgiven.

Especially with malice I'm sorry.