You Boys Play Games Very Well

"Guava?" Ling Meng doubted that she could be dazzled, "Didn't you say you don't want to watch the live broadcast?"

The barrage scrolled so hard that it was difficult to find a person's speech.

The Erfangguan silently raised his hand.

Room Manager Qiuqiu Little Teddy: Dad Ning, what are the rules of our live broadcast room?In some live broadcast rooms, the cat climbing frame is given to the room manager.

"Then what do you give the cat garden?"

Housing Manager Qiuqiu Little Teddy: Send WeChat to the anchor.

"..."

Housing Manager Mangosteen: What for WeChat?Can not give.

When Shan Zhu answered the phone and came back, the platform announcement was still floating above the live broadcast room, and then he saw Erfang Guan saying that he wanted to send WeChat to the anchor.

[Platform broadcast] User Guava gave anchor Lemon a cat garden as a gift, and said: No.

[Platform broadcast] User Guava gave the host Lemon a cat garden as a gift, and gave a message: It's a bit funny to watch it for the first time.

Seeing this broadcast, for some reason, everyone instantly had a face that was not smiling at all, and said coldly: It's kind of funny.

Ling Meng was terrified: "Don't use the platform broadcast as a chat box!!!"

--Meow meow meow?Cat Garden Triple Hit?

——I have only seen such a grand occasion when the female anchor celebrates her birthday.

——The mysterious trumpet turned out to be a hidden local tyrant?Great for my guava.

- I bet a lemon Guava isn't laughing!

——Guava: People who can't beat you, then steal your people.

——As long as the courtyard is painted well, there is no corner that cannot be pried down.

On Ling Meng's list of shit-shoveling officers, Guava, who had been out of nowhere, topped the list, pushing down Mangosteen, who had occupied the top position for a long time.

Shan Zhu did not show any weakness, and immediately responded to the three, as if the chief shit-shoveling officer of my baby can only be my domineering president.

[Platform broadcast] User Mangosteen presented Lemon with a cat garden and said: This

[Platform broadcast] User Mangosteen gave anchor Lemon a cat garden as a gift, and gave a message: location

[Platform broadcast] User Mangosteen gave anchor Lemon a cat garden as a gift, and said: It's mine.

The people who eat melons are as excited as they are celebrating the Spring Festival.

——I earn a million dollars every month, and I don't even bat an eye on ten cat gardens.

——I am a professional player of Gua Wa, and it is not a problem to buy Doumao with bonuses.

——Mang Chui VS Gua Chui, whoever is better at blowing will take down Lemon Dad first!

"If you have money, don't waste it, okay?" Ling Meng felt sorry for the two of them, "If you keep doing this, I won't broadcast it."

Guava didn't move, so Shan Zhu stopped swiping.

Mangosteen, house manager: Okay baby, listen to you.

"That's right, don't always let the evil money corrode our revolutionary comradeship."

Housing Manager Mangosteen: Then I’ll do another one.

Ling Meng:! ! !

——6666 swore to erode friendship to the end.

——I originally thought it was a sweet article, but I didn't expect it to be Bao Yangwen.

——Sweet text breaks up more, and fosters true love.

——Bi Xin looks rich and powerful.

"Well, anyway, thanks to Guava for the cat garden." Ling Meng scratched her head and added, "You are very good at playing games. I underestimated the enemy last time. I want to play a serious game when I have a chance."

Guava's user level is instantly raised from level 0 to SVIP, and the speech is directly eye-catching and centered, and it will no longer be submerged in the torrent.

Guava.SVIP: Good.

"Do you need a housekeeper?"

Guava.SVIP: No need.

Still so reticent and cold, now Ling Meng really wants to know who his wife is.

Of course, Shan Zhu will not let Guava continue to have a sense of presence.

Mangosteen, the house manager: Anchor, can I order songs for sending cats to the garden?

Ling Meng gave up on herself and confessed: "Alright, alright, sing, sing, what do you want to hear? I don't know many songs."

Housing manager Mangosteen: Then we can sing whatever we want.

Ling Meng rummaged through the Chinese music library for a long time, and found a song that she was good at.

"Then let's sing a song by a singer I'm quite fond of." His helpless voice accompanied the prelude, "Dad is a game anchor, but he was forced by you to become an entertainment anchor, so he has no sei."

--What?Are you a game streamer?

--What?This entertainment anchor turns out to be able to play games!

——A game anchor who can't sing is not a good entertainment anchor.

Shan Zhu smiled and turned up the volume of the earphones, listening to Ling Meng's slightly reserved voice, like a primary school student who just learned to sing, struggling to master every word in the lyrics.

"Wait for you to look up, above the moon, the boundless sky, waiting for the bright moonlight..."