Chapter 922 - 922: 922-Side Story, Comprehension 23
The Lucky Bride Is Pretty And Delicate
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Chapter 922-Side Story, Comprehension 23
On the small screens, everyoneâs face was magnified several times, and their facial expressions were clear.
On Jiang Tongtongâs small screen, the curses all over her body stood out in front of the clean screen.
âDirector, should we temporarily shut down Jiang Tongtongâs live stream?â
Looking at the people being scolded, it was really pitiful. The staff could not stand it anymore. The guests of the fourth group and the relatives of the other guests, even if they were not popular, would not be chased and scolded like this.
The director frowned.â Donât turn it off. Isnât there a comment that says sheâs cute?â
A red bullet screen floated by
[Gifted: Jiang Tongtong is so cute. That expression of hers is definitely a fangirl. 1 donât know why you guys are scolding her, but her piano skills are top-notch. If the production team gives her a piano, youâll see what talent is.] This bullet screen immediately attracted countless comments.
Sheâs just a piece of trash who has taken over a magpieâs nest. If it werenât for the Jiang family, I think she would probably be working in some factory now. She might have given birth long ago.
[Gifted? What do you mean by âa viper occupying a magpieâs nest?â Jiang Tongtong was indeed an adopted daughter, but if the Jiang family did not choose her, how could she have been adopted?] Taking over a magpieâs nest could not be used on this matter at all.
True Angel:â Shut up. There are many scheming children, let alone an orphanage. Who knows how Jiang Tongtong was adopted?â
Did my idol follow me today? There shouldnât be anyone who still thinks that children are all innocent and naive, right? i suggest that you use your search engine. The ones who kick pregnant womenâs stomachs and spit on passers-by are also children.
Innate Talent did not speak.
The director sighed and consoled himself.â Jiang Tongtong wonât know if she doesnât watch this show. When the editing is done, all these scolding comments will be censored. She doesnât have many scenes to begin with.â In any case, it still needed to be edited. Moreover, the online memory was short, so the popularity of the live broadcast could not last long.
In the camera.
Wu Jiu had already taken Wang Zixiaoâs pulse for quite some time, but he still had no intention of ending it.
Everyone laughed out loud when they saw the comments.
They were all hhh.
â Why do 1 feel like Young Master Xiao is about to cry? Look at that nervous look. His evil smile disappeared in minutes. Boss is panicking and cold. He looks like a woman who will die if you donât speak.â
â Hahahaha, look at Wang Zixiaoâs face. It clearly says âAm I terminally ill?â 1 bet twenty cents that the production team will definitely post these words during the post-editing. Itâs really interesting.â
âHhhh, this Lu Qingjin really didnât do it on purpose? Why do I feel like heâs a black sesame seed? Look at how deep his thoughts are. Itâs obvious that heâs asking me what 1 should say to make him hold on.â
The director burst out laughing.
Under the clear camera lens, Wang Zixiao couldnât laugh. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he was cursing in his heart.
Why did Muxue look like she was about to die?
Wang Zixiao panicked when he saw Wu Mengâs serious expression. He hoped that Wu Meng would be more straightforward and say something to Muxue, let alone cause trouble.
What complicated things? He didnât want to hear it at all. He just needed Wu Cheng to tell him firmly that it was fine and that he just needed to eat and nourish himself.
Wu Jiu withdrew his hand. Wang Zixiao went limp. Before Wu Jiu could speak, he asked anxiously,â Master Lu, am I alright?â
He was really anxious.
â Youâre fine.â Wu Cheng looked at Wang Zixiao.â If youâre referring to an accident when youâre disabled, then youâre fine for the time being.â
Wang Zixiao swallowed his saliva. The forced smile on his face was uglier than crying.
âYou look like youâre only twenty-five years old at most, but your body is the worst Iâve ever seen. Itâs even more rotten than a ninety-year-old man.â Wang Zixiaoâs smile stiffened.â Is it that serious?â he mumbled softly.
Lu Qiuran interrupted uncomfortably.â Dad, Wang Zixiao is only twenty-four. He often practices dancing. His body should be fine, right?â
âAre you his doctor?â Just because you say so?â
Lu Qiuran felt wronged at being ridiculed for no reason. She hated this old-fashioned old thing to death, but she couldnât make a face because of the live broadcast.
She lowered her head and apologized.â Iâm sorry, Daddy. I was wrong.â
Annoying old thing, scold her, the more you scold her, the angrier she will be.
Lu Qiuranâs words had been refuted. Sui Yuan and Chu Yan wanted to ask, but they shut up.
Sometimes, they felt that this old monk was actually very easy to get along with, as long as they didnât step on his bottom line.
They couldnât help but glance at Lu Qiuran. They were actually very depressed. Logically speaking, Lu Qiuran and Lu Qingjin had lived together for more than ten years and had been together day and night. They should understand each other, but why was it that whenever Lu Qiuran spoke, she would always be scolded?
The number of times was a little too much. They even felt that it was a little deliberate.
Wu Xin didnât pay much attention to Lu Qiuran. After reprimanding her, he looked at Wang Zixiao.â Does your knee hurt often?â
Wang Zixiaoâs expression was a little complicated, and he was resisting in his heart.
Wu Chengâs expression was solemn.â To a doctor, you must tell the truth. You must not hide anything. If you canât confirm the location, come closer.â
Wang Zixiao took a deep breath and sat down. He smiled and said,â I really donât know how to put it. Itâs normal to have cramps and pain occasionally.â â Is it like this?â Wu Xin did not say anything. He reached out and pinched Wang Zixiaoâs knee.
Wu Jiu had just opened his mouth when Wang Zixiao let out a howl. He stood up, and tears instantly welled up in his eyes. He wanted to say that it hurt, but Wu Jiu had already let go. The sharp pain had already disappeared.
He really couldnât hold back his tears. Now that he looked at it, it seemed pretentious and fake. It was just a pinch. How could it hurt so much?
She was like a woman.
The others were all shocked by Wang Zixiaoâs violent reaction. However, Wu Jiuâs expression was as calm as ever. He asked indifferently,â Is it the same on the right side?â
Wang Zixiao opened his mouth. He didnât know how to describe this f * eking feeling. He had thought that this was a slightly capable liar, at least not so miraculous. But this person was just so godly. He pinched the fatal acupuncture point with one pinch and asked about the fatal point with one question.
His words were short, but they hit the bullseye.
â Yes.â Wang Zixiao wiped his tears and nodded.â They are the same.â
He felt his face burning and he couldnât let it go. He wanted to leave immediately, but the supervisor and directorâs exhortations came from his earpiece, telling him to calm down and relax. His fans were all concerned about his health, and everyone was wondering if Chinese medicine was really that amazing.
His effeminate side wasnât paid too much attention to. Wang Zixiaoâs idol burden in his heart was much better.. When he looked at Wu Meng again, he asked with a more respectful expression,â Master Lu, how should I recuperate?â