The True Man In the Feminist World

"Sister Qinqin, I have to broadcast it later."

Zhang Hao was also a little excited. After leaning on a ball of softness for two hours, Sister Qinqin still uses her hands and feet. It is fake to say that you don't care about it under this kind of stimulation.

However, he still refused, knowing that he still has work to do, and many viewers are still waiting for his live broadcast today. He is no longer the kind of brother who can't stand the temptation. He is now a real man.

"Uh... I blame you for being so charming..."

Zhang Qianqin opened his mouth and suddenly remembered that Haohao was still uncomfortable. He suddenly poured out cold water to extinguish all the lust, knocked on his head secretly, and secretly cursed himself for being inferior to a beast.

"After all, don't say I'm charming..."

When Zhang Hao heard this, he felt a stomachache. When he was writing the book, he almost forgot the faint pain in his stomach due to his distracted attention and the massage by sister Qinqin. At this time, he noticed it. My abdomen is actually very uncomfortable, and a strong sense of nausea is running around in my mouth.

"Sister Qinqin, wait until my stomach feels comfortable."

Zhang Haoqiang endured the violent rolling in his stomach and smiled with difficulty. How could he suddenly feel even more uncomfortable.

"OK."

Zhang Qianqin has fallen into a sluggishness now, Zhang Hao’s gentle voice is like a heavy hammer hitting her heart, now she only feels that her spirit has been hit, she has been chanting the Great Compassion Mantra in her heart, not dare to look at Hao Hao, for fear of being picked on again So he didn't notice Zhang Hao's pale face at this time.

Haohao, how can you let me rest assured that you go out in the future? A word can charm everyone, who can stand it!

Zhang Qianqin immediately blamed himself. Although it is not wrong to indulge in Haohao's body, it obviously depends on the situation. At this time, I can't think about it!

Seeing Sister Qinqin's consent, Zhang Hao supported the bed and slowly got up with a pale face. After a little fiddling with his clothes and hair, he turned on the computer on the table and put on a mask.

But it seems that after putting on the mask, the smell of the air has become very strange, making his already tumbling stomach even more boiling.

Frowning and thinking about it, Zhang Hao took off the mask anyway, and it's not a big deal to show his face live this time.

After tidying up the microphone, Zhang Hao went to the live broadcast room to take a look, and found that the audience waiting for him had been boring to fight the landlord in the live broadcast room. Various barrages said he was robbing the landlord and dropping bombs.

Seeing this, Zhang Hao's pale face showed a smile. His audience is really cute. If you don't call his husband every day, all kinds of hooligans, so much the better!

After opening the live broadcast software and counting the number of three and two, Zhang Hao started live streaming.

"Hello everyone, I'm a bit late today, everyone didn't wait long!" Zhang Hao joked with a smile.

"No no, Lord Male, you can come is our best expectation (?▽?)."

"Good evening husband!"

"Wow, my goodness! My husband showed up on live broadcast today, so excited, I can't stand this look anymore!!!"

"I smoked, his dad's. It was true on Weibo. I thought the picture on the Internet was from PS. I didn't expect that my husband is so cute! I fell in love with you!"

"AWSL!"

"Don't say anything, stop me from licking the screen, prprprprprprprprprprpr..."

Seeing Zhang Hao actually show his face in the live broadcast, the live broadcast room boiled in an instant. Unlike the shock of the last time, countless people were very excited this time. After all, the time last time was not enough for a hand jockey.

"What does it mean to see me coming is the best expectation? Did I always dove you?" Zhang Hao asked silently, ignoring the barrages of hooliganism.

"The Pigeon King, you still have a face to say!"

"The front row sells braised pigeon meat, steamed pigeon meat, fat house happy water, a pack of melon seeds..."

"I wanted to talk about you, but for your beauty and loveliness, forgive you, Pigeon King!"

"Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo?"

"My husband is so beautiful(?)..."

Zhang Hao ignored the barrage that said he was beautiful, because he was afraid that he would be seen out of his sickness, so he told two more jokes and kept communicating with the barrage.

Suddenly, Zhang Hao saw a red dot in the lower right corner of the live webpage, which was a reminder that someone had sent a message to himself.

After the computer desktop was blacked out through the live broadcast software, Zhang Hao clicked on the message and found that it was the message sent by his agent Song Qing and Sister Song.

It turned out that Sister Song would never send him a message during the live broadcast. If she wanted to say it, she would wait until the broadcast.

Clicking on the message, Zhang Hao found that the message was actually Song Qing praised his content.

"Little male god, you finally got the hang of it. The live broadcast of your live broadcast is very effective! At the beginning I always asked you to communicate with fans more. Don't create a high-cold and untouchable persona. You never listen. Look at the audience effect. How good, how good the results of the live broadcast! And a little boy, who looks lovely and lovely, does not want to show his face, he has to wear a mask, look at how many people admire you after the mask is taken off! Keep it up! "

It turned out that Song Qing stayed here every time before his live broadcast, and he was particularly concerned about his live broadcast career. It can be said that he is a very responsible economic man.

But in fact, he just didn't feel well, so he didn't wear a mask, and he was afraid that fans, especially a nervous woman, would see him sick and pretend to be like this.

But when he saw the live broadcast data, what he didn't want to admit at first seemed to fade away a lot.

As soon as the broadcast started, it reached the peak of his original live broadcast.

And at this time, it is still increasing at an extremely terrifying speed, and it is expected to exceed 4 million or even impact 5 million in one fell swoop.

Countless gifts are flying, and the special effects of various high-level gifts are also flashing in the live broadcast room.

Just because he showed his face and added a cold image.

This...what is this? Could it be that Zhang Hao would allow money to corrupt his soul and thus betray his hue?

impossible! It's impossible even if someone puts a knife on his neck!

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Wei Nan's office ~www.NovelMTL.com~ At this time, Wei Nan is dealing with the documents brought by his subordinates with a serious face. The cold air makes the temperature around her seem to drop a few degrees.

Suddenly, the cell phone on the side table made two buzzing vibrations.

Upon seeing this, Wei Nan showed a slight smile, picked up the phone, and turned on the screen.

This is a reminder she set up. Every day when Zhang Hao's live broadcast is turned on, there will be a sound, and she will also go in the first time to see if this little fox of her own has done anything as required.

The screen was lit, and Wei Nan's red lips that were still rising slightly changed his face instantly as if frozen while listening to a familiar voice.

This guy actually didn't listen to his own words and showed his face!