The host is collapsing every day

Chapter 165 Gourmet anchor 9
In the past few days when Mu Ran disappeared, Fu Mingxiu looked at his mobile phone every day, and from time to time he turned on the orange live broadcast to take a look.

It still hasn't started broadcasting, it's been several days.

Just as he was thinking about it, he saw a message on his phone. He had set Mu Ran to be particularly concerned. If she started broadcasting, there would be a message reminder.

Then he quickly entered the live broadcast room.

I saw that the number of people in the live broadcast room began to increase, and within a short time there were already hundreds of people.

【Anchor, you have disappeared for several days, I miss you so much, you are finally back. 】

[Ahhh, Xingran is on the air, I just clicked in casually, and I didn't expect to see that Xingran was on the air. 】

[Yes, yes, me too. In order to wait for Xingran to start broadcasting, I almost spend my days guarding my phone. 】

[I haven't heard Miss Sister's voice for many days, I miss you. 】

[I haven't seen Miss Sister's beautiful hands for many days, I miss you. 】

[I haven't seen Miss Sister's collarbone for many days, I miss it. 】

Then followed by a series of plus 1.

There are other bullet screens...

【Xing Ran, what are you going to do deliciously today? 】

[I want to know when the anchor usually starts broadcasting. 】

Fu Mingxiu was watching with his computer turned on today, and his lips pursed slightly as he watched the barrage across the computer.

Where do these netizens focus their attention on? Everyone depends on what their hands and collarbone are doing!
……

Mu Ran adjusted the phone, then looked at the bullet screen and answered.

"It was not broadcast during the signing process these days."

"In the future, it will be broadcast basically every day in the future, and the time will be around noon and evening."

"What?... Make a cake today."

She said, and then saw a bullet screen sent by F: "Congratulations to the anchor for successfully signing the contract."

Then I saw him smash a few rockets.

Mu Ran: "..."

Since this person appeared in his live broadcast room, he only swiped rockets for gifts.

Of course, she was not the only one who discovered this problem. It is obviously impossible for the eyes of the majority of netizens to miss this matter.

[The rich father is here again, I knew it. 】

[He is coming, he is coming, he is brushing the rocket and walking. 】

[The local rich father is really rich. He only pays for rockets when he buys gifts, and he doesn't take a look at the others. 】

Mu Ran: "Thank you F for the rocket."

【F: You're welcome, the food you make is delicious. 】

Mu Ran naturally knew what he was talking about, but the netizens didn't know.

[Hahahaha, according to visual inspection, the rich father should be a foodie. 】

[Lord father, Xingran drools when I cook, it must be delicious! 】

Mu Ran didn't pay attention to their words, but started to make cakes.

"Today we're going to make strawberry ice cream cake."

Fu Mingxiu looked at the movements of the girl's hands, and involuntarily licked the corners of his mouth.

During this process, the fans in Mu Ran's live broadcast room also gave her a lot of gifts. The popularity of her live broadcast room has been slowly rising, and many people have come in.

[Ask, is the stuff this anchor makes good? 】

Those fans who have watched Mu Ran's live broadcast responded positively, [Of course, just watching Xing Ran do it makes me feel hungry. 】

And Fu Mingxiu is a very concise three words: 【F: It's delicious. 】

Because of his Hao, everyone in the live broadcast room knew him, and when they saw him post a message, they immediately talked about it

[The local tyrant's father has spoken. If the local tyrant's father said it is delicious, it must be delicious, even if it is *. 】

[Upstairs, this is a food anchor. Your success almost made me lose my appetite. 】

.........

【No, I'm the only one who feels that what the rich father said is like eating something made by Xingran. 】

……

Fu Mingxiu looked at the phone and raised his eyebrows slightly.

He actually ate it.

Seeing that the girl didn't speak, but was seriously making the cake, the corner of his mouth unconsciously evoked a smile, which was very gentle.

Then the live broadcasting computer was placed next to him, and he was working with another computer.

From time to time, I looked up at the little girl who was making things.

When he raised his head for the nth time, he stared at the computer screen, frowned, and then opened a private message to send a message to Mu Ran.

[F: get dressed]

After Mu Ran saw it, he was stunned for a moment, not understanding why he sent such a message to himself, but finally ignored it.

Fu Mingxiu looked at the person on the screen, obviously picked up his mobile phone to read the news, but he still didn't arrange his clothes, somehow, he became a little angry.

【F: Clothes collar. 】

After sending it, I realized that I sent it directly in the live broadcast room instead of a private message this time, and my expression froze for a moment.

Mu Ran also saw it, and then the people in the live broadcast room disappeared. Immediately, the barrage exploded.

[Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! 】

[Lord father, you don’t know that our faces are almost glued to the phone screen just to look at the collarbone, you returned my collarbone, but now there is nothing... woo woo woo]

[I can't see my sister's face, and now I can't even see my sister's collarbone, F I want to fight you. 】

On the other hand, Fu Mingxiu saw the girl disappear from the live broadcast room, and his face became less gloomy.

The little girl is still young, showing her collarbone, it seems that she has to talk to the relevant department, let the management, look at this orange live broadcast, what kind of atmosphere in the live broadcast room is it!
If the other broadcasters knew about this, they would almost vomit to death. Damn it, the Orange Live broadcast has already been censored strictly enough, and they basically dare not hit the sidelines. Some anchors are desperately trying to find a way to get more attention.

Now you tell them that they need to be rectified and strictly investigated just because of a collarbone that was accidentally exposed, are you still human!

……

No matter how moans and resentments there were in the live broadcast room, Mu Ran still went to check his collar.

Looking at myself in the mirror, it's nothing more than that the clothes are a bit too big, and the collar slipped down when I was doing things just now...others are fine.

That's it?

When she saw the barrage posted by F, she thought something was wrong.

Without too much delay, Mu Ran simply changed a piece of clothes, and then returned to the live broadcast room.

Then the painting style of the barrage changed.

【F honestly tell me if you have taken a fancy to our baby Xingran, otherwise why do you care about the collarbone! 】

[F, although you are a wealthy father, Xing Ran belongs to all of us! 】

[No, don't you have the illusion that a father is watching his daughter, that is, the illusion that when we look at the collarbone of Xingran's baby, it seems that we have moved his precious daughter. 】

【…】

[In this way, it seems that there is a little...]

[What is it about wanting to be a boyfriend? This is the flood of fatherly love, quite a father! 】

[Congratulations to Xingran, and I would like to mention the father in charge. 】

Looking at Mu Ran's barrage, his face darkened, what the hell are these!

On the other side, Fu Mingxiu's face was even darker than Mu Ran's, his father's love was overflowing, his father's blood!

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