After saving the merman, he clings to me and wants to kiss

Chapter 231 I'm Not Short of Money
These words left Shi Ze speechless, and he almost regarded him as an ancestor in his heart.

"Okay, you are the biggest, you can do whatever you want."

Shi Ze could only follow him.

Soon the live broadcast started, the room had just opened, and the fans who had been waiting for a long time swarmed up, causing the number of people in the live broadcast room to rise like a rocket, and the fiery posture instantly became the number one in the live broadcast.

Of course, this also led to abnormal cards in the room, some of which could not even break in.

"What's wrong?" Shi Tingzhou propped his chin, pointing lazily at the screen, only his hands and sharp chin can be seen on the screen.

I saw that the screen was so stuck that only the sound could be heard, and the picture was so frozen that it became gaudy.

He was talking casually, if he didn't notice that the fans on the screen were almost drooling because of him.

[Ooooh, the sound of my son smashing! ! 】

[The voice of the male god is like a scimitar, cutting my ears! ! 】

[Wooooow, there are so many people, I can't even see my Jiabao's face. 】

Seeing the freeze in the live broadcast room due to the large number of people, Shi Ze took a deep breath, once again marveling at the charm of his own Patriarch, who can make such a big commotion, and he is also a well-deserved god of time.

He hurriedly rescued it, and it didn't take long for the live broadcast room to recover.

So Shi Tingzhou slowly moved over in the expectant eyes of the fans, revealing his delicate chin and slender white hands, and he said wearily: "Okay, now the live broadcast has started, what do you want to say Just hit it on the screen and I'll watch it."

As soon as these words came out, the fans were so surprised that they all left messages on the screen.

[Son, how can you not show your face, I just came to see you. 】

[I've been waiting for so long, and you let me watch this?Although the chin and hands are also beautiful, but I want to see the face more! 】

[Wuwuwu, Shishen, you can't treat us like this, please, show your face, what made you like this. 】

The barrage crackled across, every one was noticed by Shi Tingzhou, his eyelids were slightly closed, and he didn't speak for a long time.

Shi Ze, who was watching from the sidelines, was terrified. He was worried that Shi Tingzhou would stop broadcasting, and also worried that fans would be dissatisfied because of him.

However, before Shi Tingzhou could speak, some big fans stood up and spoke.

[Just cherish Shishen's live broadcast this time, don't you know his temper, it's good to be able to live broadcast. 】

[And from the tone of the male god, he seems to be in a bad mood, so you just make it up. 】

[As fans, we can't demand everything from our baby, but to pamper him. 】

As soon as the big fan came out, the atmosphere in the live broadcast room was immediately lively. Everyone chatted and laughed on the screen, and some even gave several gifts.

Seeing this, Shi Tingzhou laughed heavily, and said, "I'm not in a good mood today. If you think I'm not doing well, you can quit. I have nothing to say."

As soon as he said he was in a bad mood, the fans couldn't sit still, they hurriedly comforted him, and expressed that they would watch whatever he broadcast.

Some people even swiped a lot of gifts to comfort him. With someone taking the lead, many people also swiped the gifts. In an instant, the live broadcast room that just started was filled with gifts, and the screen was swamped with gifts. , Now I can't even see my hands.

Someone who had never broadcast live before was a little stunned, looked at Shi Ze and asked, "What are they doing, the screen is all blown up?"

The tone of the inquiry revealed a hint of confusion and innocence. The voice was heard by the fans, and the hearts of the audience in front of the screen almost melted. A tall and well-carved man frowned and wondered automatically in his mind. Looking up.

"The fans are giving you gifts." Shi Ze explained to him in a low voice.

He didn't understand it before, and it took him a while to figure out a lot of things.

"Why are you giving presents?"

Shi Ze was about to be defeated by his bewildered eyes, he said with a headache: "Didn't you say that you are in a bad mood, they are trying to comfort you."

A certain man who had learned about science nodded thoughtfully, then blinked his eyes, looked at the colorful gift barrage on the screen, and refused coldly and decisively: "You don't need to give me gifts."

"I don't need your comfort."

This sentence was a bit offensive, and Shi Ze's heart trembled when he heard it. He felt that every sentence Shi Tingzhou said tonight was stepping on the thunder and lightning. If someone listened to it, it would definitely make a big fuss.

As a result, the people on the west coast all had a unique style of painting, and they made up a series of pictures of their own boys smashing male gods.

Some people couldn't help but brush up the comments again.

[Wooooow, why is Erza so strong, Mama loves you! ! 】

[Son, come quickly to Ma Ma's arms, Ma Ma loves you! 】

[Male god, as long as it makes you happy, I can give you my life. 】

After brainstorming on his own, he brushed up the gifts more frequently, and Shi Ze's eyes widened in surprise.

Even many passers-by who passed by the live broadcast room were shocked by this powerful fan power.

However, Shi Tingzhou frowned: "I'm not short of money, you don't need to give me gifts."

Thinking of the property under his name, Shi Tingzhou nodded seriously. He is indeed not short of money, but it is too much to spend. He can sell a night pearl at a sky-high price.

Then he said: "I can't see the bullet screen clearly if you are like this. If you don't want to broadcast live, then I will download it."

Anyway, that bastard Mo Sijue didn't ask him to play it for a long time, he can download it whenever he wants.

His half-reasonable, half-threatening words managed to calm down a group of fans, and they finally got to the point and asked some serious questions.

Shi Tingzhou read a barrage: "Son, what are your plans for the next step?"

He paused, thought for a while and said, "The next step may be filming."

"Some books have been read recently."

A group of people commented below and asked whether it was a TV series or a movie, and they were looking forward to it.

Shi Tingzhou: "It's a movie, you can look forward to it."

"Will God still sing after that time?"

Shi Tingzhou replied without hesitation: "Naturally, no matter what I do, it will not affect my singing."

"What kind of girl does Shishen like?"

This question made him pause for a moment, his eyes drooping, he didn't know what he was thinking, a face that caught his attention suddenly flashed in his mind, and the corners of his lips curled up involuntarily.

He tapped casually with his slender fingers on the seat, again and again, making the fans want to hug and play with it.

Seemingly knowing that he was thinking, coupled with his delay in answering, the fans all typed that question on the screen in a tacit understanding, as if they had to answer it.

There was a gloomy look in Shi Tingzhou's eyes, and he said with a half-smile: "Anyway, it can't be you."

(End of this chapter)