long love becomes ill

Chapter 176

Like a stone falling into the water, after a deathly silence, the live broadcast broke out.

"Fuck, I heard a man's voice."

"Holding a big grass, the voice is so Su Haoba Zong."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh) Who's this man?"

"Come down, come down, come down, come down."

The barrage was frantically "down" contracted by netizens.

Immediately, the barrage was swiped by the "man".

During the live broadcast, a male god-like deep and sexy voice with a domineering voice was thrown into the mix.The green vegetables have already made up countless pictures in their brains.The idols of their family are beautiful, delicate and weak, and easy to overthrow, and the opponent is so strong and domineering, the picture is simply amazing.

The girlfriends Qingcai covered their faces in embarrassment.

The boyfriend Qingcai instantly felt broken in love.It's over, I can't fight with just my voice.

He's lost, in love, gone.

Qing Huan, who was in the storm of the live broadcast, gave up the last pomegranate. She stood a little tall and looked at the gloomy Li Shenmu who came in from the main entrance outside. She was so frightened that she hugged the bamboo basket in her hand tightly.

Zhao Kui was desperate, why did Young Master Li suddenly come back?

The manager decisively blacked out the camera, hehe, if the face of Li Shao was captured, this f***ing isn't the entertainment version, it's a comet hitting the earth!
In the live broadcast room, the green vegetables looked at the blacked-out camera, and when the platform showed that the anchor was not at home, they burst into flames.

Li Chenmu walked quickly to the pomegranate tree, glanced coldly at Zhao Kui who had slipped away holding the camera, then pursed the corners of his mouth, and said to Qing Huan who was still standing on the tree, "Come down."

The voice was even lower than the first time.

Seeing that Sister Zhao left her and ran for her life, Qing Huan couldn't even shout, she immediately lowered her shoulders in frustration, and said cautiously, "Why are you back?"

The veins on Li Shenmu's forehead were about to burst out, he wished he could drag her down from the tree, hold her in his arms, and beat her little butt violently.

Climb a tree today, and tomorrow you will have to go to the house to unravel the roof tiles.

Why did he think this woman was cute and cute?

Qing Huan saw that his face was gloomy and his eyes were cold, so she didn't dare to say anything, so she quickly squatted down and wanted to slide down from the tree.

As soon as one foot was put down, she was hugged by the man's strong arms, and then her body spun around for a while, and she had already been picked up from the tree.

Li Shenmu hugged her down, didn't let go, pressed her under the pomegranate tree, squinted at the basket of pomegranates in her arms, pursed his lips, and said gloomily: "Since you have such good physical strength, you can climb the tree. You don't need to sleep tonight."

Qing Huan's face was a little pale, and her ears were red. She stuffed him with a basket of pomegranates and said through gritted teeth, "I picked them for you."

After finishing speaking, while Li Shenmu was slightly startled, he desperately pushed him away, ran into the side hall as if being chased by a tiger, and almost bumped into the old housekeeper.

"Miss Qing Huan, fall down carefully." The old housekeeper said with a smile, then glanced at the yard, and saw the handsome and stern young master standing under the tree holding a basket of pomegranates, his style of painting was a little weird.

The old man shook his head and smiled, the young people really know how to play.

Li Shenmu looked at the basket of pomegranates that had been stuffed, and then at the easel on one side. The corner of the man's mouth raised, and he entered the side hall, and gave the old housekeeper a basket of pomegranates, and ordered in a low and pleasant voice, "Dinner, eat pomegranates. "

(End of this chapter)