There is always a big guy rewarding me in the live broadcast

Chapter 198
The day passed quickly, and Mo Yunguo didn't feel sleepy at all.

She felt extremely excited, as if she had taken drugs, and she was very energetic.

As time passed, the smile on Ye Xing's face became bigger and bigger and more rippling.

But this kind of performance has a different taste in the eyes of the people in the live broadcast room.

"I once heard a saying from my grandma that when a person is desperate to the extreme, what appears is not despair, but bone-chilling excitement."

"Your grandma upstairs must be a person with great wisdom."

"So, is Ye Xing's state of extreme despair now?"

"Is Xiao Guoguo going to die..."

"Don't talk nonsense upstairs! Little Guoguo won't die! Absolutely not! Absolutely not!"

"That's right! My little Guoguo will definitely live well! And my Yeye!"

"But this is already the sixth day of the seven-day drunk, another day..."

"It doesn't matter! My little Guoguo will live well!"

"I feel sorry for Yeye, and I feel sorry for Xiao Guoguo!"

"Actually, I think that for the current Xiao Guoguo, death is a kind of relief."

"What are you talking about upstairs! If Xiao Guoguo dies in this plane, her mental strength will be severely damaged, and it is unknown whether she can carry out the next live broadcast!"

"That is, upstairs upstairs, are you a black fan from other places! Go away, you are not welcome here!"

"I don't care, I don't care (roll!) My little Guoguo and Yeye will be fine!"

Ye Xing did not watch the discussion in the live broadcast room, although those words kept appearing in his mind.

Mo Yunguo didn't read those words either, no matter how dull she was, she knew something was wrong with her situation.

She knew that maybe she wouldn't live long.

Holding the golden bowl, Mo Yunguo rubbed his face again and again, and it turns out that yellow is the prettiest!
As night gradually approached, Ye Xing did not take Mo Yunguo back to the room to sleep peacefully, but took her to a mountain top.

This is the highest mountain in the world, and the breath on it is a bit thin, but Ye Xing is used to this kind of air, and there is not much difficulty.

As for Mo Yunguo, he didn't feel any discomfort at all.

Ye Xing looked at Mo Yunguo like this, and there was a trace of deep thought in his eyes. He always knew that his little Guoguo was a person with a story. Although her eyes were clear, it was more like she had seen all the darkness and remained sincere. clarity.

Different from the innocence of a newborn baby who doesn't understand anything, Mo Yunguo's eyes are more like a clarity that doesn't exist.

Ye Xing was holding Mo Yunguo, and Mo Yunguo was sitting on the edge of a cliff holding the golden bowl.

As long as the bodies of the two of them lean forward slightly, their bodies may be smashed to pieces.

It was very cold on the top of the mountain at night, Ye Xing used his internal strength to keep Mo Yunguo warm.

Mo Yunguo held the golden bowl, but his eyes fell on Ye Xing.

The cold moonlight shone on the two of them, and Ye Xing's eyes fell on Mo Yunguo.

Ye Xing fondled Mo Yunguo's head, and said softly, "Little Guoguo, why do you like yellow?"

Mo Yunguo was taken aback, she recalled her past life, those days seemed to have passed for a long time, so long that if Ye Xing hadn't asked such a question, she would have forgotten it...

(End of this chapter)