Lucky Cub Cub and his brother are in the control group

In the Lin family villa.

The housekeeper who had been squatting in the live broadcast room for three days saw that the live broadcast room started, and immediately ran upstairs with his mobile phone and knocked on Lin Feiwan's door.

"Ma'am, ma'am! It's on, it's on!"

Lin Feiwan, who was applying a mask to deal with things, heard this, and quickly put down everything in his hands, opened the door, and took the phone from the housekeeper.

On the screen was the little face she had been thinking about day and night for the past five years.

There is no need for a paternity test. The moment she saw her, she was sure that this was her daughter.

"Old Liu, go get busy."

After all, she closed the door, lay down on the bed with her mobile phone in her hand, and didn't want to take her eyes off the screen of the mobile phone for a second.

A hundred rockets rose from the live broadcast room in unison.

Everyone was stunned.

The man in the president's office of the Sang Group couldn't help laughing when he saw the hundred rockets and the headshot of the rocket man.

It also asked people to charge 100 million to go in, and frantically swiped a hundred rockets.

The couple occupied the first and second of the list together, which is so spectacular.
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In the live broadcast, as soon as Sang Wanzhou came up, he saw Xiao Fubao bouncing around and waving under the monitor, and put the bag in his hand on the table.

"The wound on my body hasn't healed yet, what are you doing bouncing around there? Hurry up and sit down."

"Come on!"

Xiao Fubao ran to the chair by the table and sat down, took out a carton of milk from the pocket he brought back, plugged in a straw and took a sip: "Brother, when are we going to buy some materials for making buns? "

Sang Wanzhou looked up at the clock on the wall.

It is now five o'clock in the evening.

There are two days left in the task time.

During these three days, although the medical expenses were fully borne by the program group, the food expenses were still paid by themselves.

After three days, the money in my pocket was less than 500 yuan, and the materials in the refrigerator should be thrown away. Basically, only the red bean paste is still usable.

If you want to complete the target in the last two days, there is not enough flour and soybeans left.

Looks like I have to make a big purchase today.

It was too late to say it, and when Sang Manzhou was about to take Xiao Fubao out, there was a sudden sound of footsteps at the stairway, and the sound of wheels colliding on the stairs.

The two looked for their reputation.

The cameraman appeared at the stairs with a camera in his left hand and a trolley in his right.

Seeing that Xiao Fubao is so energetic, he is also relieved.

In the past three days, he often went to the hospital.

But he has a lot of things to do, every time he just goes to deliver some fruit milk and the like, and he comes back after sitting for a few minutes.

But now that she is recovering so well, she should be completely fine.

"Little Fubao, how is your body? Is there any other discomfort?"

Little Fubao shook his head, patted his chest and said, "Fubao is fine now! Thank you uncle for your concern."

"It's fine."

The photographer brother handed them the new microphone, and then handed the trolley in his hand to Sang Wanzhou.

At that time, he directly threw the trolley in front of the meat stall, and never picked it up. These were handed over to him when he met the butcher stall owner when he went to recycle the water-soaked and broken camera.

The tens of thousands of dollars of the camera was thrown in the rain and completely scrapped.

Afterwards, Sang Yanzhou naturally lost money. Although the incident happened suddenly, the program team could not let the program team bear the loss, and the money was not worth mentioning to him.

"Brother, let's go!"