The Almighty Wife explodes

She raised her eyebrows, her voice was a little weak.

"Ah? What punishment?"

Zhao Hong pulled the corners of his lips indifferently, and said, "It's just doing sports or something, and the behavioral punishment is just a symbolic punishment."

He stood at the door, against the light, so he couldn't see his expression clearly, but it made him a little gloomy.

Meng Yao withdrew her gaze and nodded, "Alright then."

Soon, an anchor came to connect with her.

She naturally chose to agree.

The female anchor on the other side of the video was wearing heavy makeup, and her clothes were a bit vulgar. What made people even more uncomfortable was the hostility on her face, which made people frown upon seeing it.

"Are you that Meng Yao?" The woman's voice was sharp, and she spoke unceremoniously, "The popularity is quite high. I heard that it was the first day you aired, and you were so popular on the first day?"

Chen Jiao frowned, snorted lightly, and spoke in a rough voice.

"I've seen a lot of women like you. This popularity is brought up by others. How many men have you slept with in private? It's so hot!"

There was a dark look in Meng Yao's eyes.

So vulgar?

The bullet screen also turned upside down, cursing the woman one after another.

Many people even ran to Chen Jiao's live broadcast room to scold. Chen Jiao couldn't help but not get angry, and even felt refreshed after seeing the heat in her live broadcast room.

"Yo, I just said a few truths, and they are not happy, but they can only talk about this kind of thing. I see that your live broadcast room is so popular, but there are no gifts in the end. You Do you dare to PK with me, and see who gets the most gifts within 5 minutes!"

Meng Yao lowered her eyes slightly, calmly holding her own.

"Why should I compare this to you?"

"Oh, it's not even a competition yet. You're afraid of losing. Don't worry, even if you lose, there won't be any real punishment. Let's just do some exercise."

Chen Jiao pulled her throat with a sarcasm on her face.

In contrast, Meng Yao was more curious about the sport she was talking about.

"What sport?"

She asked brightly.

Chen Jiao hesitated for a moment, and gave a sloppy look, "It's just standing up and jumping a few times, and I'm not tired."

Meng Yao was silent for a moment.

Then he turned his head to Zhang Hong who was standing at the door.

Zhang Hong didn't expect that she would suddenly turn her head to look at him, with a sinister smile remaining on her face, and she desperately wanted to take it back, but lost the ability to manage her face.

For a while, his face was a little hideous.

"What, what's wrong?"

When he met Meng Yao's clear and translucent eyes like glass beads, his heart skipped a beat, and a bad premonition arose spontaneously.

She must have discovered something.

Meng Yao smiled slowly, "No."

Immediately, she turned her head, held the mouse with her fingers, clicked on Chen Jiao's homepage, and browsed through her live broadcast records.

If she guessed right.

That punishment is problematic.

After clicking on the record, she directly pulled the progress bar to the middle.

And she also clicked on the screen recording mode, everything on the computer can be displayed in the live broadcast room.

Meng Yao silently watched Chen Jiao put her hands on her head after she lost, and crossed her legs with a face of humiliation.

That's not a leg clamp in the usual sense.

Instead, he stood with his legs pinched in between, the frequency was quite high, and his movements were obscene, just like those movements that men and women do on the bed.

Meng Yao sneered.

Over there, Chen Jiao didn't expect that she would flip through her previous live broadcast records.

I thought she was thinking seriously during this time.

Seeing that she hadn't answered her for so long, Chen Jiao couldn't help getting angry, and patted her desk with a look of anger.