Qu Xiaojue quickly stretched out his hand to hold Liu Zhenying in his arms, and lowered his voice to comfort him: "It doesn't matter, just treat their messages as farts, as long as..."

"Xiao Jue."

She turned over a few times, pursed her lips and raised her face, looking at him softly with a pair of almond-shaped eyes.

"Well, what's wrong?"

Hearing the commotion here, most of the box fell silent.

Just when everyone thought that Liu Zhenying felt that she had been wronged, she yawned in public, leaned her head on Qu Xiaojue's shoulder, wrinkled her nose and said in disgust: "Why are their messages so similar? I feel the same.

It’s boring.”

This is what I said...

He tentatively rubbed her face with his fingers: "Don't you feel aggrieved?"

"I don't think so."

Liu Zhenying frowned suspiciously: "They are the ones who violated the precepts, and there is no retribution on me. Why should I feel wronged?"

This was the first time for everyone to hear such a strange brain circuit.

but……

"How are you going to deal with this matter?"

Liao Qingqing took the initiative to come over, forgetting to put down the wine glass in her hand, and her eyes were equally worried: "Zhenying, this matter can't continue to ferment on the Internet, otherwise you will be the one whose reputation is ruined in the end."

Hearing this, Liu Zhenying immediately shook his little head: "That's not possible."

Master has said that in this business, they rely on their good reputation to attract customers for fortune telling.

But she can't let some unknown person ruin her way of making money.

Therefore, Liu Zhenying didn't know what he was thinking of, and his almond-shaped eyes lit up: "Tell me, is there a way for everyone to see me? I'm going to be ready to explain."

Isn't that what she said...

Live broadcast?

Naturally, live broadcast cannot be done on such an occasion, so Qu Xiaojue accompanied Liu Zhenying back to Liu's house, and called Zhang NetEase on the way to arrange for her to send something over.

At 9:30 p.m., the live broadcast function was turned on.

Liu Zhenying looked at himself in the camera who was obviously wearing a beauty filter, and looked very curious. He poked himself and then the screen, with a smile on his face: "Come and see, I'm here.

It’s so beautiful.”

"How can you praise yourself so much?"

Qu Xiaojue also appeared in the camera without hesitation. He pressed his big palm on the top of Liu Zhenying's head and rubbed it vigorously. His heart was filled with waves of softness and he couldn't help but laugh: "If someone else

Hear you, it’s time to say you’re not shy anymore.”

"But what I'm telling you is the truth." As she said that, she hugged his arm threateningly, stepped on her feet, and put her face close to him. Her face was so delicate that you could hardly find any pores, and she hummed softly: "Or do you think I

ugly?"

How can you respond casually to this?

Qu Xiaojue immediately raised his hands in surrender, but the curve of his lips couldn't help but deepen: "No, I think you are the most beautiful."

"That's pretty much it. Before I came down from the mountain, I was the prettiest and thinnest among my brothers."

Of course, Shi Mengyao, who came down the mountain earlier than her, is not included in the comparison.

The two people's singing and harmony made the audience who came in after seeing the reminder just felt like they had eaten a mouthful of dog food.

But they did not forget their mission, and immediately brushed up the rotten eggs, and there were unsightly barrages.

[Trash, if you dare to insult the seniors in the embroidery industry, you will be scolded and forced to quit the Internet cafe.]

[If Gua Dinner hadn’t closed quickly, I would have dared to rush in and smash your shop.]

Similar words are endless, and there are many comments with one-star comments that cannot even pass the most basic review.

But Liu Zhenying was not afraid at all. After playing around with Qu Xiaojue for a while, she directed him to move her embroidery frame over.

After preparing everything, she sat cross-legged on the sofa, slowly opened the thread, and threaded four strands of embroidery thread of different colors into the eye of a needle at the same time, and then started stitching on the embroidery cloth. The whole process looked particularly skillful.

Liu Zhenying said nothing during the whole process, but more and more people were watching the live broadcast, and those who just came in were a little confused.

[Excuse me...what is Liu Zhenying doing now?]
Chapter completed!