The leisurely countryside of the live broadcasting mountain master

Chapter 471 Black History Interview

"Sword man! Shut up!"

The woman's words touched the sore spot of the big rich second generation. Although this sentence was just the beginning, adults knew what the woman would say next.This must be a man's unspeakable secret, and it is a shame and humiliation to say it in public.

The big rich second generation jumped at the woman without hesitation. Although it was a bit of a cover-up, he still had to tell the woman to shut up immediately.

This is his last dignity.

He swung his fist the size of a casserole pot and threw it at the woman's face, not caring what the consequences of this punch would be - he thought it was nothing more than paying for some medical expenses.

This is the first time he has been so generous to a woman.

It's a pity that the little rabbit couldn't make him get what he wanted.

Little Tutu's physical fitness is not as good as Yu Yishan's, and his internal strength is not as good as Yu Yishan's, but he can learn and master various skills much faster than Yu Yishan.Although she didn't study martial arts on purpose, her current skills are not much worse than Yu Yishan's.

She used lightness skills, stepped lightly, and floated in front of the woman in an instant, then stretched out her hand to push and pull, dragging the big rich second generation behind her.

As expected, the big guy was not good for anything, and when he was gently pulled by the little bunny, he flew up and crashed into the sideboard behind him.

With a crash, the sideboard was knocked over by him, and all kinds of tableware were thrown everywhere.

The worst one was of course the big rich second generation himself, he hadn't practiced any iron skills, and the quality of the sideboards in the Haoting Hotel was relatively good, all of them were solid and heavy solid wood cabinets.He bumped into it with his head, and didn't even break his scalp... just a little dizzy.

He felt that he was in pain, so weak that he was so weak that he wanted to pass out.

He insisted and said, "That's...my...privacy, you can't...nonsense..."

Seeing his dying appearance, Little Tutu sympathized and said: "That's right, it's his privacy, we can't just talk about other people's privacy, it's immoral..."

The big rich second generation passed out in relief.

Little Tutu said to the woman again: "Let's talk about your privacy, shall we?"

The woman froze for a moment: "My own privacy?"

Little Tutu said: "Yes, your life these few months is your own privacy, you can only explain it with yourself as the protagonist."

"That's right!"

The woman suddenly realized: "Well, let me just talk about my own terrible life in the past few months... I found such a rich second-generation boyfriend, um, now he is an ex-boyfriend, hey, he is not really a boy at all." My friend, I’m just a playmate. It’s a pity that this trash is useless. It looks tall and big, but it’s actually a small toothpick. It’s useless all day long, and there are quite a lot of tricks, which makes my life extremely uncomfortable..."

The woman was willing to go all out, dumping out the black history of the rich second generation.

Of course, the main character must be myself. The story is about being taken care of by a rich second generation on the surface, but in fact how I was cheated. There are all kinds of cheating, the rich second generation is all kinds of stingy, how unhappy I am, and gradually I can’t see the truth of life. Hope and the future, I finally feel that there is no need to continue to hang out with the rich second generation, so as not to lose money and waste youth.

The values ​​of celebrities naturally stunned the netizens, but at the same time, everyone also found that the methods of the rich second generation are so superb, playing with the celebrities between applause, allowing them to see the benefits, but also preventing them from getting anything. The benefits he got were not even as good as what he could get from a dick who tried his best.

Netizens enjoyed listening to it so much that they began to donate rewards one after another.

Little Tutu didn't take any credit, and once again transferred [-] yuan to the woman who told the story.

The sound of the real money arriving in the account made the rest of the women feel moved too.

Huang Jiawen and this group of wealthy second generations actually have similar virtues, otherwise they wouldn't be able to get together.These rich second generations take advantage of their own advantages, drive luxury cars to snatch the goddesses in other people's hearts, and then lead the ladies to sensuality after they get it.Celebrities seem to spend a lot of time, but the money actually spent on them is not much.

The ladies with the highest income here earn only a few hundred thousand a year.But the money has to be spent on their own attire, because only when they are well-dressed can they please the rich second generation.Then the daily consumption has also been raised to a higher level, because only if the style is high enough, will the rich second generation continue to be interested in her style.

Whenever you go out, you have to take a taxi.If you eat breakfast alone, you have to go to a high-end restaurant to spend tens of hundreds of dollars.Afternoon tea is also indispensable, and I can't compete with others, because the rich second generation will come to find her soon...

Counting all the various expenses throughout the year, the ladies actually don't have much money left.

They originally thought that this was an inevitable manifestation of the improvement in the level and quality of life, but when they thought about it carefully, if the rich second generation suddenly dumped them, they would not even have a few hairs left.

I have to go to the bed and search for it.

This kind of routine of being raised is simply cheating.

It's better to find a country rich man, local boss, nouveau riche...at least they really give money.

When women think about it, they feel that they have lost money, especially after hearing the bloody and tearful accusations of their peers, the more they think about it, the more wronged they feel.

Finally, another woman stood up and said angrily: "It's time for me to talk! I foolishly followed them for a year, and the cash I got was not as much as you made by telling the story for a few minutes. I might as well After telling this story, find another old man to play with..."

Huang Jiawen and the others were a little flustered. Their identities still need to show some face. How can they have commercial marriages with those rich girls after their reputation is too bad?Even if there is no commercial marriage, it is not good to affect the future of picking up girls!
"Shut up! What are you trying to do? Rebellion? It's illegal to leak other people's privacy!"

Several rich second generations roared angrily.

Yu Yishan laughed loudly from the side: "What are you in a hurry for? They are doing interviews in my live broadcast room. They are also talking about their own stories, and they didn't mention your names. What does it have to do with your privacy?"

Huang Jiawen glared at Yishan and said: "You still play this game with us, don't you, you want to spend money to make us lose face, do you think your soft rice can be delicious..."

"I really want to eat soft food, but unfortunately I don't have this life..."

Yu Yishan sighed softly. He originally wanted to show the netizens how to pretend to be beep and slap his face, but he didn't think that he didn't follow any of the routines of pretending to be a beep and slapped his face. disgraced.

But netizens are quite happy to watch it.

This made him feel that he had nowhere to go, and wondered if he should retreat behind the scenes.

(End of this chapter)