Quickly wear the heartthrob: beautiful cannon fodder is always forced to love

——After all this talk, I still have to admit that I used to use sound cards.

——Who knows if this voice is real now. If you are a repeat offender, no one will believe you.

Yun Huan pursed her lips, her tone a little aggrieved, "It's true, I'm not lying."

——Someone come and wake me up. I actually feel a little sorry for her now.

——What is she pitiful for? The ones who should be pitied are us, the fans who have been deceived, right?

——Although, it is indeed quite pitiful. This little voice makes me feel heartbroken.

Gradually, people began to speak up for Yun Huan on the barrage, but with such a huge number of black fans, it seemed a little insignificant.

——It’s so funny. Since the show started, you’ve only picked out a minor black spot to clarify. What about the other black materials? Have you eaten them?

——Yunhuan’s seven deadly sins: sound card, vanity, deception, green tea, mistress, bullying, and playing dead.

——Well, it shouldn’t be this serious. Apart from the black material in the first black post, it seems that there is no solid evidence for the others, right?

——Then she should clarify it. She still doesn’t dare to clarify it until now, isn’t it just because she feels guilty?

——Just keep your voice down. Anyway, from the sound of her voice I feel that Yun Huan is not that kind of person.

…………

The barrage of comments triggered another small climax because of Yun Huan’s scandal.

But because it was scrolling too fast, Yun Huan couldn't really see what the comments were saying.

The haters who wanted to scold her and make her break down didn't get their wish.

Yun Huan played the music awkwardly, "I'm going to sing a few songs today and then go off the air. I'll just play it for half an hour. What do you want to listen to?"

——No, just sing? Are you really not going to explain?

——I admit that I washed my underwear with a cold face. I just thought that if she explained it, I would believe it. But now, she didn't explain...Okay, I want to listen to "Koi"!

——Wow, you change your expression so quickly.

"Koi, huh?"

Yun Huan moved closer to the screen and finally saw the content of the flashing barrage.

"Let me listen and see if I can sing it."

Yunhuan found the song "Koi", a cheerful ancient style song that was catchy. After listening to it once or twice, she almost knew it.

When it was time to sing, Yun Huan realized that she hadn't set up the microphone yet.

"Wait a minute, I'll go find my microphone."

——Go, go, your husband is waiting for you.

——The one in front, draw your sword, this is obviously my wife.

——She really is! So good! She even speaks slowly, like a little snail.

At this time, the direction of the barrage had changed a lot. In addition, with Xu Zhao constantly silencing and blocking those black fans who used extreme words in the live broadcast room, the comment section unexpectedly presented a rare harmonious scene.

Yunhuan, who was concentrating on finding Mai, did not notice these changes.

"Where is it?"

Yun Huan muttered to herself as she opened the cabinets one after another.

As I recall, because she didn’t want to face it, “she” took down all the equipment used for the live broadcast and threw them everywhere.

But Yunhuan also remembered that she saw Mai in the bedroom on the day she first arrived?

Yun Huan stood in front of the cabinet, lost in thought.

At this angle, the camera can just capture her entire body except her face.

Although she wore a cute suspender top, she paired it with a pair of loose pajamas with large cartoon patterns printed on them.

The slender waist was particularly noticeable because of the suspenders, and the two legs stretched out from under the trouser legs were white and straight, with a faint pink at the knees and ankles.

——This waist, these legs, I can do it!!!

——Damn it, I knew it at first glance, this is my wife!

——I’m standing here today and see who dares to scold my wife.

Yun Huan thought for a long time and finally came to a conclusion. It should be that when the aunt came to clean, she threw away her McDonald's garbage.

She sat back in her chair, scratching the tabletop with her slender white and pink fingers, and discussed in a low voice, "I can't find my microphone. Can I just sing like this?"

——Okay, okay, whatever my wife says is fine.

——Then, if you call me husband, I will agree.

——My wife’s fingers are so beautiful, I lick them (stick out my tongue)

Yun Huan looked at the strange comments floating by, feeling a little at a loss as to what to do.

She had only been away for a while when the comments changed. She was a little confused.

"Well, I'll take that as your agreement then."

After Yun Huan finished speaking, she clicked on the accompaniment of "Koi" and started playing it, then she began to sing along with the rhythm.

She doesn't actually have any particular singing skills. The reason she became popular before was because of her nice voice. Just like what was said in the comments, she's sweet enough.

Although many people will feel disgusting and pinching, there are also many people who like it.

Yun Huan's voice now is also very sweet, but it is the kind of fresh sweetness with a little crisp girlish tone.

When I sing to the end, I will unconsciously bring in my speaking habits.

Subconsciously, it stretched a little, and became a little soft, as if acting coquettishly.

Even though there is no microphone, it doesn't affect the sound at all.

While singing, the comments below were still lively.

——She is singing to me, she loves me.

——She is acting coquettishly to me, she loves me.

——She loves me!

——Move aside, my pee is yellow, let me wake up the three shameless people in front of me first.

After the song ended, Yun Huan stopped the music.

"Okay, we're done. What song do you want to hear next?"

As soon as Yun Huan finished speaking, the barrage of comments started scrolling wildly.

Now it's completely unclear.

"You guys send messages too fast. I don't have time to read them. Please send them slower."

As Yun Huan spoke, she rested one hand on the table and the other on the computer screen, leaning forward to see the comments more clearly.

——Stupid wife, you can watch it on your phone.

——Don’t say she is stupid. Only stupid people can be fooled by me (No).

——This position is so astringent. The neck is coming closer, I want to bite it.

——Am I the only one who is seriously recommending songs?

——Yes, only you.

"Snapped"!

Something unexpected happened in the live broadcast room. The camera spun around and rolled off the table and fell to the ground.

When Yunhuan withdrew her hand, she accidentally touched the camera.

The camera was not installed properly to begin with, and it fell off when she touched it.

Yun Huan exclaimed and quickly squatted down to pick it up.

Her live broadcast hasn't ended yet, so it must not be broken.

Yun Huan took the camera and put it back, but found a small hole in the upper left corner.

"Is it broken?"

She held the camera with one hand and suddenly moved her face closer.

Although she is not wearing any makeup, she still has an incredibly beautiful face that appears in the camera.

The big cat eyes are moist and translucent, with the tails of the eyes slightly upturned, like two small hooks.

Those sweet caramel-colored eyes looked straight at the camera, as if looking through the screen at everyone who was watching the live broadcast.

Her pink lips were slightly pursed, her delicate face was stern, and her expression was very serious. She seemed really worried about the quality of the camera.