Quick Transmute Beauty Transformation Project

Chapter 199, [-] times mirror promises love
Although Yuan Jiwei has moved to her opposite door, Lin Anluo's daily activity place is still at Lin Anluo's side. In the cupboard of her house are his slippers, on the coffee table are his guidance books for postgraduate entrance examinations, and in the refrigerator are his favorite honeydew melons.

Lin Anluo was broadcasting live in her bedroom and he was reading in the living room, and her account number was still hanging in her live broadcast room. The relationship between the two became a matter of tacit understanding among fans. Even if one day they suddenly announced that they were going to get married, fans would not be surprised.

But Jiang Yang knew that her love affair was purely accidental.

The assignment for one of her classes was originally a group assignment, and because it was simple, the group leader of Lin Anluo's group said that he did it on his own, so the group members didn't have to worry about it.But because it was too simple, the teacher probably felt unwilling to do so after thinking about it, so she changed the group assignment into an individual assignment. Therefore, halfway through the live broadcast, she had to catch up on her homework, otherwise she would not be able to hand it in the next day.

She looked at the fans who were enthusiastically discussing whether she could eat chicken with this gun, and she couldn't let go. It happened that there was a barrage in the live broadcast room.

——Yuan Yuan's recent melee style is similar to that of the commander.

"Yuan Jiwei!!!" She looked at the game interface intently and shouted to the people in the living room at the top of her voice, "Come here!"

The barrage in the live broadcast room slowed down for a few seconds. Fans thought she was calling for the person hanging in the live broadcast room to appear, and flocked to swipe "Fat Tang, Fa Tang".

Unexpectedly, after a while, the captain did not reply to her in the live broadcast room as they expected, but a clear and clean boy's voice appeared beside the anchor.

"Yuanyuan, did I hear you correctly? Are you calling me?"

--it is true!

——Hundreds of years of good marriage and early birth of a precious son.

——Does the captain live with Yuan Yuan?

Everyone in the live broadcast room saw the anchor turn his head with a smile, and said to the person at the door, "Can you help me broadcast until the end? I'll make up my homework."

"No problem." The male voice outside the screen agreed, and then a handsome and extraordinary face appeared in the live broadcast room.

— Hello, captain.

—Hi brother-in-law.

——Mom, I'm really candy.

Yuan Jiwei took the earphones handed to him by Lin Anluo. Wearing small white earphones did not seem out of place. His beautiful eyes lightly glanced at the barrage on the screen. A smile escaped from his lips and he answered the questions one by one. "We're not living together, we're not married, we're both in school, yes, we're brother-in-law."

Thousands of miles away, a certain CEO who had just returned home and wanted to watch his sister's live broadcast to relax was so enraged that he charged the case and booked a ticket to go to City A overnight, determined to bring this pedant who broke into his sister's house to justice.

He paid this kid to win the trophy, who told him to win the people holding the trophy away?
Dazed by anger, Jiang Yang rushed to University A the next day, and used the spare key to open the door of the small apartment he had prepared for Lin Anluo. There was no one in the room because the owner was in class.

He could find traces of the life of the second person in the house without taking a few steps. There was a man's coat on the sofa, two water glasses on the table, and the book next to it was open, with three flowing characters on it—"Yuan Ji Wei", these all show that this kid has invaded Jiang Yuan's world.

Mr. Jiang sat on the sofa, the more he thought about it, the more angry he was, with his elbows on his thighs and his face propped up, his face was gloomy, and his posture was like a sculpture of a thinker.

Around eleven o'clock, there were faint voices outside the door, and he heard his own sister's melodious voice like a lark. "I don't want to eat donburi, I want to eat spicy soup."

Mr. Jiang's first reaction: What Mala Tang for lunch!If you don’t eat well at noon, your stomach will be full?

(End of this chapter)