Chapter 447： Press and rub on the ground (1/2)

Let them pick black powder?

This woman is really arrogant.

Does she think she is very attractive? She is the one who has the most black fans on the entire network. Those two days of crazy marketing have lost all her good feelings in the eyes of netizens. Most of the people who hate her are true feelings. It is not too easy to find a few crazy black fans. .

Just three days to make people turn their fans and call her father?

Dreaming!

However, if she loses, call them father...

The black fans glanced at the live broadcast footage, with a beautiful face and a flourishing face. The old lady is the rich old lady and Luo Qiao, and then they think of what she just did.

If they slap this face severely, press her on the ground and rub her...

That scene... It's so cool to think about it!

The black fans suddenly became a little excited, they were on their heads, and immediately posted the words gambling on the barrage.

Luo Qiao looked at the neatly screened barrage, resting her chin, her eyes curled.

Laughed.

The netizens who knew her looked at her like this, but they felt a little stunned in their hearts.

It's over, it's over...

This woman is about to start again.

They immediately started typing:

[At this moment, the black fans have not realized the seriousness of the matter...]

[Black fans, you are already surrounded by Luo Qiao alone, run! ! 】

[Black fans: Danger. 】

【Black--Pink--People--】

[Hahahaha you people are really annoying! ! 】

Seeing Luo Qiao's state, the old fans didn't worry about her at all, instead they broke an old mother's heart for those black fans.

...

Luo Qiao finished the bet with these black fans. She glanced at the time and guessed that Ming Siran should have a rest at this time, and said: ”Okay, it's getting late, I'm going to rest. Goodbye, kids Yeah...”

In the picture, she was fair and beautiful, and tenderly goodbye to everyone, when the children called out, it almost made the bones of the people who listened to it disappear.

That seemingly pampering tone and the gesture that I watched you arguing completely improperly pierced everyone's hearts.

Even the black fans couldn't help but raise their heads and looked at her more.

It's the kind that obviously hates her, yet has to admit her beauty.

And Luo Qiao seemed to know what effect her words would achieve, deliberately teasing them, smiled softly at the camera, and said softly: ”Bye bye...”

[Awei is dead! ! I want Ah Wei to die today without a burial place! 】

[Fuck! ! Sister Qiao, what have you experienced in the past two years! Just say it if you want my life! 】

[Sister, you are so beautiful...]

[There is an internal smell, Yuming's father has an internal smell! ! By the way, I miss Ming's father. It has been two years, please call him out and let us Kangkang! ! 】

[What do you mean, who is Ming Dad? 】

...

Luo Qiao did not pay attention to these barrage anymore, and after teasing them, she reached out and turned off the live broadcast.

She took the phone off the holder and then went upstairs.

Pushing open the door of the study, Ming Siran hadn't finished his work. Luo Qiao leaned against the door and looked at her. The man lowered his eyes, signed with a pen in his hand, and looked attentively. He did not find her.

Luo Qiao looked at her for a while, then lifted her leg and walked over.