Chapter 167

   One night later, Ye Chuyang started the live broadcast again.

   However, this time is obviously not the same as yesterday.

As early as the afternoon, after confirming with Ye Chuyang that he was going to live broadcast today, Duan Jie used the Weibo account of 'Ye Chuyang Studio' to post a Weibo, the content is that Ye Chuyang will broadcast live on COCO at 6 o'clock tonight. , the anchor name is 'Ye Shang'.

   So, when Ye Chuyang boarded his live broadcast room at 6:00 sharp, a strange phenomenon appeared.

   After being silent for two seconds, she placed the computer that she had collected from Su Yi one meter away from her, and set the camera up to ensure that the camera could see her face and body before turning it on.

  So, a slender and tall boy suddenly appeared in the eyes of the fans and passers-by who were waiting hard in front of the live broadcast room.

   Ye Chuyang glanced at the camera, moved the computer a little closer, and then said, "The broadcast has started. It seems that there are many new faces today."

  【Ah ah ah, Xie Gongzi look at me look at me! ! I am your wife! 】

  【It is estimated that a large wave of Ye Chuyang's wife will arrive at the scene soon! 】

  【After watching your live broadcast for so long, now I finally show up! 】

   [Wocao, this camera doesn't have beauty, right? I'm thankful that the son is really handsome! 】

  【Hahahahaha, I knew that I looked good when I first saw it, but now I see it as it is! 】

  【Husband, look at me now! Your little cutie is here! 】

  …

   Ye Chuyang glanced at the barrage, and suddenly curled his lips slightly, showing a faint smile, "Don't shout, I don't have so many wives."

"I'll make you a sakura cheesecake today. I've made sakura yogurt mousse before. I don't know if you have made it and tasted it." Ye Chuyang took out all the ingredients he needed while talking. " The ingredients are still brought from the kitchen in the back of the hotel."

  [The anchor's face is really 6666]

  【The big sword has a wave, brothers! 】

   [Ye Chuyang, my husband presented ten great swords. 】

   "Thank you, big-breasted brothers. First, cut the bottom of the chiffon, and then soak the gelatin in cold water." Ye Chuyang explained it dutifully. After speaking for about ten minutes, he finally got everything he needed to prepare.

  The boy put the cake in the refrigerator, and when he came back, he leaned lazily on the cooking table and talked to the barrage.

   "Girlfriend? I'm only eighteen years old, and I don't fall in love early."

   "Uncle, uncle is next door, why, want to see his face? Impossible."

   "Why don't you let Uncle see him, of course, because he looks better than me."

   "After plastic surgery? I was born to look like this. I don't need to use a knife to look good. Using a knife can only make me ugly."

   "Since I'm a star, why do I still come to livestream to cook. Because I'm poor, I'm so poor that I can't open the pot."

   "Those my fans, haven't you seen the clip of me playing the dead man? The "Sniper" that was being broadcast recently, look for where I am."

   "Playing a dead person will cost you 100 yuan a day, and a big sword will cost 666 yuan in a live broadcast. What do you think I choose?"

   Ye Chuyang's lazy and tireless barrage of various barrages made him feel very good.

   Little does not know that a topic has appeared on Weibo, and the number of clicks is constantly increasing.

   A few hours later, after a day, the three words 'Ye Chuyang' once again rushed to the hot search on Weibo—

  #Ye Chuyang's talk show anchor#

   Kid: Girlfriend? I'm only eighteen, and I don't fall in love early.

   Waiting for Dirty Jiu Shao to be slapped in the face!

   PS: Thanks to Bu Guimiaoxian & Ghost Eyes, An Ran's smile, Yuyu's performance, Yin Moyu, Vntun for the rewards and the recommendation tickets from your girlfriends! What chirps, refills!

  

  

   (end of this chapter)

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