Just when everyone was angry, Zhang Jingchun laughed.

This laugh, the hand of the flower is stopped in half.

"Zhang Jingchun, my mother is like this, you can still laugh, are you still personal?"

Zhang Jingchun took his body and said: "Flower apron, okay, don't make trouble, you come to see ..."

During the speech, I saw anything in Zhang Jing pure mouth, and then he said on his mother's body.

Suddenly saw the originally black body actually burned.

"Yeah, Zhang Jingchi, is you doing this?"

"Next, look ..."

When the fire returned, the flowers apron suddenly looked at it, this is a mother, it is a tie paper.

"Ah, this this ..."

"Remember the first day of me, ask you how to be sorghum? This is the paper person I tied the paper that day ..."

"Ah, this, this is a paper person, I looked clearly, my mother?"

"Remember that I told you to live with me, when I let you screw your eyes?"

"That? Remember, don't you say that it is to prevent sleep? Still talking with the wind oil."

Zhang Jingchi smiled and said: "This cow is in Yin, which is made of tears with cows. Only when you wipe this on the eyelid, you can see the scenery after you can see what you can't see."

At this time, the live broadcast is also lively: "I am going, really fake, Zhang Jingchi will be a heroic eight? This is all, I will try it again.",

"That is, he said to the fat eyes, seemed to be fuck, but we didn't wipe it on the eyes, why is we also fucking, this is not scientific!"

"Just, maybe this scene will pure what witchcraft, this is deliberate to confuse this beard."

Zhang Jingchi smiled: "The family, this simple question is not to discuss, you can see it, that is, I also wiped the cattle in this mobile phone camera, so, can you understand?"

The flower apron suddenly pulled Zhang Jingtu: "Zhang Jing ... no, Zhang Jingchi, I, I am still a bit awkward, I still don't worry, we hurry home, I have to see my mother."

Zhang Jingchun smiled: "You can give your mother now."

"Yes, right."

When the fat man quickly gave him a call, he had been waiting for three times.

"Hey, Mom, is it you?"

"No!"

"Ah, no, I, I listen to it, my mother didn't give you a joke, is it you?"

The phone came from the phone: "Your kid, what do you mean, call us in the middle of the night, ask me that you are your mother, is your brain?"

I heard this, I laughed on the flower a dress.

"Mom, I, right, I have just slept a little confused, nothing, mom, we will come back soon."

Hanging up the phone, I went home together.

Going home, when you see his parents, the flowers are holding two old, crying like a child.

Just happened, one hundred and one talented, although the two old did not believe, but saw Zhang Jing puff's screen, not believed.

There are many people in this night, and many people have passed to the Internet. People who are looking for him more.

Anyway, Zhang Jing pure is nothing more, and after the flower apron has been handled well, he went back to Zizhu Pavilion.

When I came, I also brought the whole family, after I saw it, two old arrogant thumbs up.

"No wonder it is so powerful, this is the master of this child, but the master of the industry, I really can meet you this noble person, it is really our full house."

In the afternoon, their family returned.

The spirit of his younger brother is also very normal. When Zhang Jingchi said, he must make a good skill with the brother, it must make the store to make the wind.

If there is something in the next day, no one is looking for, just on the fast-moving platform, edit some feng shui stories, there is time to broadcast live and talk, listen to them, if it is Things, I will solve the scene.

Finally, I'm smiling, it is better to let everyone live a gift to solve the problem. After all, there are some little things. If you want to open it, you have to have a lot of people can't accept it.

Zhang Jingtu felt reasonable, fixed for the next time, 9 o'clock in the evening, said Feng Shui, a welfare of the annoying question of Yunrow.

There is a saying, where is your heart, where is the harvest?

When Zhang Jing pure put his mind in the live broadcast, in just one month, the fans rose more than 100 million.

Every night, the discussion on the public screen is constantly, because a cloud can answer questions, such a preferential price, really waiting in line every night.

Although it is particularly full every day, Zhang Jing is really like it.

Especially every day, I am particularly interesting about those who have a strange monster that I have encountered.

Grandma and Mom have also become Zhang Jingchi's hardcore fan, as long as he is always broadcast every day, the two live in bed. Look in bed.

And said this day, Zhang Jingchi had eaten early, and then returned to Zizhu Pavilion and opened a live broadcast.

Just started, I have already put more than 30 wearing a cloud, and I have to be broadcast at night this evening.

I started to connect my wheat!

At this time, Yaai is a clear-looking person, name is the terrorist.

"Director, hello, you said, what can I help you?"

Although this senior looks like 21 or 2 years old, it shows a expression that does not match his age.

Especially the melancholy god of the eyes, it feels that there is a feeling of Chen Kun.

"Master Zhang, I don't have anything else to find you, but I want to have a lot of stories in my heart think about it, and I also pay attention to you for a long time, and I have heard a lot of stories in your live broadcast. I think I only spend him, I can have a good job, or it is really uncomfortable in my heart, I ... I have no friends in my reality, there is no friends who speak. "

"Do you have a slight autism?"

"No, I don't, I don't think about it, I am the author who is a terror story. However, it is more sensitive to things involved in the terrorist story, so it is also bubbled by writing money. Now my inner heart begins to be depressed, so I think about the real thing that happened to me. I don't need any scientific explanation. I don't need any crack. It is simplicity to listen to everyone. Everyone is only The story is good, can you? "