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Meng Xingluan: "..."

Millions of netizens in the live broadcast room:...

There was silence for a few seconds before someone started speaking in the barrage.

[The sound just now came from the anchor, right? 】

[It seems... I'll make a bold guess. The anchor's home was struck by lightning! 】

[It’s so scary. Shouldn’t there be lightning protection rods? The anchor wasn't scared, was he? 】

Taking this opportunity, Heizi, who had been hiding for a long time, began to take action.

[Laughing to death, this is not a lightning strike, it is obviously a punishment from God! 】

[If you do all the bad things, God won’t be able to stand it anymore! 】

Meng Xingluan no longer had the extra energy to read those remarks.

She felt that the three little paper figures she had made were chopped into pieces.

This time Tiandao became smarter.

Meng Xingluan narrowed his eyes, picked up his phone and flashed away.

She drew talismans in the air and put a dozen lightning protection talismans on her body.

The thunder is still gathering force.

A few seconds later, another thunder struck.

The wall inside the house was struck by lightning, and the dust on the surface of the wall was scattered on the ground, exposing the cement reinforced wall.

Meng Xingluan ran out of the apartment quickly.

People in the live broadcast room felt palpitated after watching it.

This is much more exciting than riding a roller coaster!

The screen was shaking badly, but they still couldn't bear to exit.

They even share the live broadcast room to various groups.

As a result, a hot search term came up.

# Popular anchor was struck by lightning#

It didn't matter whether it struck or not, what was important was that the thunder only struck Meng Xingluan.

It's like installing radar navigation.

Meng Xingluan took the emergency passage and went downstairs.

She followed the railing and jumped directly to the next floor.

In less than 3 minutes, people had run out of the apartment building.

Big raindrops fell on my body, causing a slight pain. Holding the phone in my hand, I felt like a drowned rat.

People in the live broadcast room enjoyed watching the live broadcast room without pictures.

Many die-hard fans began to worry about Meng Xingluan's safety.

[Let’s talk and laugh, is there anyone in Haicheng? Can you help the anchor? 】

[I have called 120. I hope the anchor is okay. 】

[Why do you care so much? I have done too many things that I feel guilty for, and I deserve it! 】

The barrage is extremely polarizing.

They had a heated argument, but were soon ejected.

Meng Xingluan's cell phone was turned off, and the live broadcast room was automatically logged off.

Meng Xingluan dodged thunder and lightning in the rain.

The tall figure is extremely light.

She had already run down a street, and the thunder in the sky was finally no longer so menacing.

Meng Xingluan performed an invisibility technique and threw out a paper man.

With a 'boom' sound, the paper man was chopped into pieces.

The thunder suddenly died down and the rain became lighter.

Finally escaped.

Meng Xingluan panted lightly, her long black hair soaked by the rain and sticking to her skin wetly.

The cold wind blew, bringing with it a biting chill.

Zhou Yubai was sitting in the back seat of the Bentley. He raised his hand to rub his sore and tired eyebrows.

Seemingly feeling something, he turned his head and looked through the car window.

Pupils shrink.

"parking."

The unquestionable words startled the driver.

"Boss, what's wrong?"

Zhou Yubai didn't reply.

He got out of the car with an umbrella.

The black umbrella is large enough to accommodate two people underground.

Meng Xingluan was wiping out the water stains at the end of his hair when a pair of clean leather shoes suddenly appeared in front of him.

She immediately looked up.

"Zhou Yubai?"

There was surprise in his tone, as if he was surprised to see him at this point and at this time.

Zhou Yubai pursed his thin lips.

His voice was deep: "Why are you still outside when it rains?"

Meng Xingluan said nothing.

He twisted his hair again before getting ready to leave.

The woman's indifference and the graceful leaving figure hurt the man's eyes.

He tightened his fingers and his eyes were cold.

"Grandpa, he hasn't been sleeping well recently. Why don't you go and check on him?"

Meng Xingluan paused before leaving.

Then look back.

"In the old house?"

Zhou Yubai nodded.

Out of concern for the old man, Meng Xingluan got into Zhou Yubai's car.

In the car, the man handed her a dry towel.

"Scrub."

Meng Xingluan took it coldly, "Thank you."

The two of them sat far apart.

A 180-pound man can still fit in the middle.

The atmosphere in the car was silent.

The driver felt an invisible pressure inexplicably and subconsciously stepped on the accelerator more.

After half an hour.

Bentley parked in the courtyard of Zhou's villa.

In the whole villa, only the second floor was lit, and the servants were all asleep.

It was still raining lightly outside.

Zhou Yubai got out of the car first, holding an umbrella. He wanted to help Meng Xingluan open the door, but the man was one step ahead of him and passed him by.

The man's eyes darkened.

He stayed for a few seconds and finally took a step to follow.

Meng Xingluan's T-shirt clung to her body wetly, outlining her beautiful figure.

"I'll go see Grandpa Zhou first."

As soon as she took a step, she was stopped by Zhou Yubai.

"There are clothes in the closet of the master bedroom on the second floor that you didn't take away before. Change them first to avoid catching a cold."

After finishing speaking, Zhou Yubai added another sentence.

"Grandpa will be worried."

Meng Xingluan doesn't have trouble with his body either.

After a moment, he went upstairs.

After the people disappeared at the stairs, Zhou Yubai went to knock on the servant's door.

The person who opened the door was Liu Ma, who was cooking.

"Make me a bowl of ginger soup."

The deep male voice suddenly wakes up the brain.

Mother Liu said: "Okay."

Upstairs master bedroom.

Meng Xingluan locked the door behind him.

The house is clean and not popular at all.

But thinking about it, Zhou Yubai had been married to her for two years and never slept in the master bedroom even when he went home.

He could count on one hand the number of times he had been in this place.

The wardrobe is filled with luxury, high-end clothing.

Meng Xingluan didn't like wearing skirts, so it took him a long time to find a top and a pair of pants in the corner of the closet.

She put it on neatly and stepped on the soft carpet with her bare feet.

Things are wrong.

But in just a few months, she felt that the place she had lived in for two years had become strange.

Putting aside distracting thoughts, Meng Xingluan quickly left the room.

Downstairs, Liu's mother had already boiled the ginger soup, and she put it in a bowl. It was still steaming hot.

Zhou Yubai had already changed into a casual suit.

The cold and hard lines on his face seemed to have been softened.

"Drink the ginger soup made by Mother Liu while it's hot to keep away the cold."

The plain male voice surprised Meng Xingluan.

She didn't say anything and drank up the ginger soup in one gulp.

From beginning to end, Zhou Yubai's eyes fell on her.

It's obvious that the face is still the same, but why was it disgusting and dismissive before, but now it's a bit... greedy?

As soon as this word came out, the man's soothing brows wrinkled.

Meng Xingluan put down the bowl and stood up.

"Is there a charger? I'll charge it."

Zhou Yubai gave Liu Ma a wink and motioned for her to go to the drawer and get the charger.

After charging his cell phone, Meng Xingluan proposed to see the old man.

"Grandpa has moved to the first floor. I will take you there."

The second after Zhou Yu finished speaking, the sound of a car engine came from outside.

Then the door of the villa was opened.

Zhou Pianran walked in drunk.