I Have Achieved A Lot

Weima finished running, and the money was donated. Suddenly a campus influential figure called Wu Tong so affectionately popped up. Hu Tingsong is not threatening no matter how you look at it. Meng Fan naturally laughed. Hello to leave.

Hu Tingsong saw Meng Fan walk away, feeling a little proud in his heart, this fatty is considered familiar.

Seeing that these staff see their expressions all differently, Hu Tingsong also knows that his goal has been achieved. He looks so handsome, studies well, has good family conditions, and is so caring. Coupled with the relationship between Wu Tong and his uncle, Wu Tong will be his own sooner or later!

“Then you are busy, I’ll go back.”

The goal was achieved. Hu Tingsong waved his hand and turned away, not even the donation certificate, which was not generous.

“Baba came to donate 3,000 yuan and it was worth it.”

The gentle-eyed god waited for Hu Tingsong to walk away, and he couldn’t hold back being like a close big sister. Said to Wu Tong: “This pattern is not a little worse than that of the fatty brother Gang. He looks average and has a poor temperament. At first glance, he is a person who will take his wife out of anger after marriage. They are famous brands, but they are all off-season discounts. The family conditions are at best. The belt buckles, tsk tsk, don’t taste too low. And the nails, my goodness, I can’t stand boys’ little fingernails… …”

Standing next to Wu Tong, a female god laughed and said: “You god, you are really a man who doesn’t know if a female man is hungry. Your standards are good, but you can meet your standards. , Most of them don’t like women, okay, you can find them, we can’t find them!”

His name is Xu Junnuo, who took the last name apart and took the nickname Cao You This great god with very gentle eyes was hearing this, and smiled happily: “Yes, my standard boys will not like you rough women. They all say that fitness is the best skin care product for women. There must be a premise. At least when you are exercising outdoors, you should apply and spray and wear…”

Wu Tong listened to the sunscreen that Youshen Anli recently started, while continuing to put it on his hand. She still likes the atmosphere of the lap here.

“Fat.”

Zhang Zhouwei took the phone to keep up. After walking a certain distance, hehe smiled awkwardly and gestured to the phone, “Um, just now, it was broadcast live. Going in, the water friends seem to be a little…excited.”

Zhang Zhouwei took Meng Fan’s mobile phone to determine the amount of donation, but he did not have time to return it to Meng Fan, so that he took pictures of what happened after Hu Tingsong came. Go in.

There are more pretends than face-slaps in novels, movies, and TV dramas, not many in reality!

For the water friends in the live broadcast room, the one just now was the standard pretending to be beaten face.

Hu Tingsong donated three thousand yuan to show off his pretense, and he was still full of aloof and remote. He asked Meng Fan how much to donate, and what he said is the same as donating more and less hahaha , Haha a woolen thread, Meng Fan donated three times as much as you!

It’s a pity, this sand sculpture anchor disappointing, I’m not sure of such a good face-slap opportunity!

What do you think, brother dei, chase girl, what a low-key!

Take out the donation voucher and shake his face, what are you waiting for!

Rivals, shoehorns, your face is on the bottom of your 45-size soles. What kind of mercy are you playing if you don’t step on it at this time!

Of course, there are also different opinions. I think Meng Fan has already slapped his face and pretends to be a match, but this slap is a stamina. When Hu Tingsong understands the kind of thief’s pain, as for this comparison It’s introverted.

Rivals chase girl and so on, is this not the girl itself? It is clear which one is higher and the lower is clear. It is the right answer to see through.

In short, because of Hu Tingsong’s sudden intrusion, there was a big excitement in the live broadcast room. The barrage was full of discussions about face-slaps and pretends, and it was necessary to pretend to be a group of bloggers. Like a skill seminar.

“All the live broadcasts went in?”

Meng Fan froze for a moment, and took the mobile phone handed over by Zhang Zhouwei. He really didn’t have time to watch the virtual cast in his mind just now. Screen, I looked at the barrage, I really didn’t know what to say.

Yes, Zhang Zhouwei said: “My friends ask you to say a few more words.”

“Yes, say a few words!”

” I want to know what the anchor thinks!”

“It’s so humble!”

The water friend in the live broadcast room heard Zhang Zhouwei’s words and added Zhang Zhouwei’s help Shooting such a wonderful scene, the previous incident of the phone dropped on the ground is offset by half.

“What do you think.” Meng Fan felt that after all, there are 70 or 80,000 people online in the live broadcast room. They must promote positive energy. “No matter what purpose they donate, , It is always donated. Don’t look at the monk’s face to see the money, and you can’t make people unable to get off the stage.”

“Is it a trivial matter to look down on me and step on my face to pretend . Anyway, if you didn’t step on it or pretended to be successful, the people watching know, you know, it’s fine, he knows what’s important, and he’s not allowed to spend three thousand dollars to enjoy himself. Everything is done. It’s so clear, how boring!”

Meng Fan wanted to say that he knew that there were alumni in the live broadcast room and told them to stop talking, but he felt it was a bit false and didn’t fit the positive energy theme.

Furthermore, there is really no feast between Hu Tingsong, and the probability of chasing Wu Tong with his virtue is almost zero, so there is no need to lose it anymore.

For these days of getting along, I dare not say anything else. What Meng Fan can guarantee is that Wu Tong doesn’t like Hu Tingsong’s model. No matter how Wu Tong has 18 big brothers, there are 13 All of the younger brother’s contestants treat her very well. How can the average man be in her eyes?

“Then, the live broadcast is here.”

Meng Fan pointed his phone at him, smiled, waved his hand, and said, “Song City will not go this afternoon. Get a good night’s sleep and try to broadcast it in the studio at night.”

Downstream.

Looking at the data, there are more than 87,000 people at the peak online, and the number of viewers counts as many runners who look back at the scene, which is nearly 300,000!

[Live Broadcast Master] Process 3: 72 million 1 million.

Upgrade to Level 20.

[Scattered Money Boy] has also entered the second stage. At present, 13,000 yuan has been distributed. The second stage requires 100,000 yuan.

“It’s really time for you to show up.”

Zhang Zhouwei could not help but cursed when he saw Xing Tage had brought the car over. No one knew what Wu Tong borrowed. How difficult is the donkey to ride.

“Ah!”

Xing Tage ignored Zhang Zhouwei, hehe gave Meng Fan a punch. He watched the live broadcast on his mobile phone, and he admired Meng Fan. There is only admiration left, “Go back? Or have a meal first?”

“Of course I will go back.”

If you don’t take a bath, Meng Fan will be crazy.

“Let’s go then.”

Xing Tage opened the door and saw that Zhang Zhouwei was coming up too. He stopped and pointed to the guardrail over there, said with a smile: “You want to escape before the traffic accident is dealt with?”

“The woolen traffic accident, the railing is okay, the donkey is okay, but I have something to do, can I be private with myself?”

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“Then you have to return the donkey.”

Pop, Xing Tage shuts the door, turns it on, and goes away, leaving Zhang Zhouwei alone in the wind and the scorching sun. .

I have to drive ten kilometers back!

What am I going to join in the fun!

What can be done?

Accept your fate!

Go back to the donkey, ride it, and check the battery. Zhang Zhouwei is not sure if the battery is enough to return to the Huanglong Stadium!

“Wu Tong classmate.”

Zhang Zhouwei came to Wu Tong with a glimmer of hope, and pointed to the little donkey: “This car…”

“Oh car, you can drive to the gym and hand it to Grandpa Sun, the gateway.” Wu Tong asked again, “Has Meng Fan gone back? Let him go back to take a bath early to avoid catching a cold.”

Are all devils?

I don’t care about me personally, right?

Zhang Zhouwei, full of grievances, could only call Wang Yanan for comfort, and the call was quickly connected.

“I’m in the library.”

After one sentence, I hung up.