The real daughter calculates with her fingers, she will become rich after the divorce

Meng Xingluan started the second live broadcast at eleven o'clock.

Wei Heng and the others had already squatted on the platform, and almost as soon as she pressed her front foot to confirm, they poured in.

The noodles are generous.

There were five people in total, and each of them rewarded two carnivals with the words ‘Hello, Sister Meng! ’

Meng Xingluan: "..."

People who don't know think she is the eldest sister of the underworld.

But Meng Xingluan doesn't hate this feeling.

The corner of her lips raised slightly, "I will only randomly select three people for each live broadcast. The reward for solving puzzles or telling fortunes will start from a carnival, and other things will be calculated separately."

A carnival costs RMB [-], which is nothing to the rich kids in the live broadcast room.

It even feels cheap.

[Sister Meng, please don’t increase the price. It’s too cheap. We’re a little embarrassed. 】

[That’s right, I think a master as powerful as Sister Meng needs at least ten carnivals! 】

【I agree! 】

A few rich kids sang in harmony, leaving the passing people speechless.

Is this the world of the rich?

5000 yuan is a month’s salary for most ordinary people! Some people even fail to meet this standard.

The barrages were flowing quickly, and many of them questioned Meng Xingluan.

It probably means that her family is rich and she deliberately spent money to find someone to promote her. Otherwise, how could a live broadcast account that had just been registered for a few days have such a large traffic?

[Didn’t there be an old lady in the last live broadcast? I looked it up online later and found out that she was from a top wealthy family. I was shocked. 】

[Is the anchor the granddaughter of that old lady? 】

[Pay attention first and then talk about it. Anyway, rich women can’t escape. 】

Now is the age of science. After nine years of obligatory training, most people do not believe in metaphysics.

There are currently more than [-] people in the live broadcast room, but perhaps less than one-fifth believe in metaphysics.

Meng Tingyao is currently monitoring the live broadcast room.

The room was dark, and the light from the phone reflected on her distorted features looked a little scary.

At this time, a voice came.

"Yao Yao, why don't you turn on the light?"

Mother Meng pushed the door open and turned on the light.

Meng Tingyao immediately put on a worried and panicked expression, and her expression changed so quickly that it was shocking.

She silently turned up the volume and hid the hand holding the phone back.

"I……"

"Yao Yao, Meng Xingluan is live broadcasting again?!"

Meng's mother's voice suddenly became sharp. She stepped forward and snatched Meng Tingyao's cell phone, her angry expression clearly evident.

The woman on the screen is lazy and beautiful, and her every move and smile is enough to seduce people.

The woman's eyes were burning with anger.

"How could I give birth to such a shameful thing! You think our Meng family is not shameful enough!"

Last time she and Meng Tingyao went to the hospital to visit Zhou's mother who broke her leg. The other party sarcastically said that she had given birth to a good daughter.

This made Meng's mother, who had always been proud, so embarrassed that she wanted to crawl into the cracks in the ground.

Before Meng Xingluan was questioned, she luckily started live streaming again.

Isn't this a joke for others to see? !

They said that the Meng family treated their daughter harshly, which resulted in her having to do embarrassing things!

Meng Tingyao hurriedly went to comfort Meng's mother.

She held the woman's arm affectionately, and said in a soft and sweet voice, "Mom, don't be angry. I should feel bad if you are so angry."

"My sister may have done this out of confusion... I heard from my friend that it is illegal to promote feudal superstition."

After saying this, Meng Tingyao quietly looked at Meng Mu's face.

The woman still had a straight face, but after hearing the word "violation", her brows furrowed as if she could trap a fly.

After a while, she said: "Go and give Meng Xingluan 10 yuan tomorrow. If you have the money, you won't do such embarrassing things again! We won't care if you get into trouble then!"

Meng Tingyao's expression froze for a moment.

She lowered her head and pinched her palms, resentment flashing in her eyes.

……

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Meng Xingluan started the lottery system in the live broadcast room.

As a circular turntable appeared, it rotated rapidly, and it took about three seconds to stop.

Lucky man was born.

He was one of the people who celebrated Meng Xingluan's birthday that day.

He quickly smashed ten carnivals before applying for continuous wheat.

After the call was connected, the live broadcast room was split into two, and a handsome man appeared on the screen.

He grinned, showing his big white teeth, and looked very honest, but the black and blue under his eyes made him look a little haggard and weak.

"Sister Meng, actually I really want to ask you to help me figure out something."

Meng Xingluan was very calm, "You tell me."

"Just half a month ago, I bought an apartment in the city center, but I had nightmares every night when I moved in."

If you want to call it evil, that's it.

It's not evil, but who the hell has the same nightmare over and over again every day?

Fang Qi looked bitter.

“Do you have any actual pictures of the apartment?”

Meng Xingluan asked.

"Yes, yes."

Fang Qi quickly took out another mobile phone and searched for photos of the apartment from the photo album. After finding them, he pointed the screen at the camera.

The entire decoration of the apartment is European-style, simple and bright. In Haicheng, where land is at a premium, a house like this would cost eight figures at least.

[Hiss, as expected of a rich man, he buys whatever he wants. 】

[Brother, I am your long-lost brother! 】

[Master, I’m late! 】

The barrage kept refreshing, but Fang Qi had no time to pay attention. He was focused on Meng Xingluan.

The woman carefully examined the layout of the entire apartment, suddenly squinted her eyes, and finally gave a positive statement.

"You bought a haunted house."

As soon as the words came out, the entire live broadcast room was silent for three seconds.

Fang Qi's face turned pale with fright. He stuttered and repeated, "H-House?"

As the name suggests, a haunted house is a house where a human death occurred, and it was not a natural death.

[The anchor is talking nonsense, how can there be so many haunted houses? Why haven't I heard of a haunted house in the city center? 】

[Can we talk about some earthly topics this evening? I’m scared to be alone at home qaq]

"Have you been feeling dizzy and weak lately? Just this morning at [-]:[-], I went to a cafe to buy coffee and almost got hit in the head by a billboard."

Fang Qi was stunned.

His eyes were wide open, and the shock inside was self-evident, and there was no false element at all.

"F*ck! Sister Meng is amazing! Yes, yes, I was almost hit this morning..."

If Fang Qi was calm just now, now he can't wait to rush into the screen and kneel down to Meng Xingluan.

"There is a mummy in the wall facing the apartment door. Call the police first. I will go there myself when I have time tomorrow."

Every word Meng Xingluan said was terrifying.

Fang Qi felt sick to his stomach when he thought about the days he lived in the apartment.

【real or fake? Someone built the body into the wall? 】

[Silently retracted the exposed jiojio, so scary! 】

[Master, please call the police immediately. If possible, can you start a live broadcast? I want to see if the anchor is really awesome or fake. 】

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