Sexy rich woman, making money online

Chuan Chuan hasn't changed, he's still the big beaker that will take advantage of any opportunity.

It's just that due to today's hairstyle, no matter how she twists her hips and waist, she still looks funny. Only her face is charming and seductive.

It’s quite good to organize such a program occasionally.

The audience really likes this contrast.

Before Mu Zhirui made a move, various special effects started to appear.

Some are small and some are big. There was also a level 30 account named An An who played a carnival.

"Ahhh, thank you all for the gifts. Thank you sister An An for Huazi. So you all like this? Then should I wear a big Northeastern cotton-padded jacket and dance the yangge for you tomorrow?" Chuan Chuan's expression was serious, and it seemed that he was really considering making a transformation.

Mu Zhirui imagined this scene in her mind.

He shook his head quickly.

just forget it.

Don't waste this face.

This kind of thing feels fresh once or twice, but becomes boring after a while.

"Okay, okay, I'm just kidding. I know everyone here is a pervert. If I stop beakering one day, you will definitely go find another beaker." Chuanchuan has a clear understanding of his own positioning.

The audience in the live broadcast room who were described as perverts did not refute.

Even Mu Zhirui didn't mind.

Didn't she work so hard in her previous life just to live in a big house, drive a big luxury car, and be surrounded by dogs and wolves? Now that she has money in this life, why doesn't she enjoy it and become a monk to be with the green lamp and ancient Buddha?

Mu Zhirui likes luxury, beautiful women, and is happy to be flattered.

The essence cannot be changed just by saying so.

She doesn't deny her vulgarity.

"Huh? PK connection?" Chuanchuan's handsome face leaned close to the computer, he clicked the mouse twice, and then the screen split into two.

"Hello, hello." The female anchor on the other side greeted with a smile, staring at the camera and said, "Do you want to play a game, little brother on the other side?"

"Want to play?" Chuan Chuan asked the audience for their opinions, staring at the camera with his big eyes, as if he wanted to see through the screen the person behind the phone...and his wallet.

To put it bluntly, playing PK is just taking money from the big brothers and sisters.

Chuanchuan hasn’t done any live streaming for three days, but fortunately not too many fans have left.

During the days he was away, I don’t know where the audience went to spend their money.

Just looking at Mu Zhirui, he knew that she had a beloved baby in another room.

Their money has to be spent anyway, so it’s better to let them earn more than to give it to others.

【Heartbroken Meiyangyang: Fight. 】

Chuanchuan has been hungry for so many days, so there's nothing wrong with letting him have a big meal.

After all, he was not idle during the three days when he couldn't live broadcast.

Try every possible means to tease Mu Zhirui and give her benefits.

The two sides decided on a PK, turned off each other's microphones, and entered the vote-gathering phase.

The punishment set was dancing.

The number of fans of the girl on the opposite side is about the same as Chuanchuan, and they didn’t intend to make things difficult for each other.

"Okay, is there any sister in the live broadcast room who would like to vote? It doesn't matter if there isn't one. I have learned a lot of dances in the past few days and was worried that I wouldn't have the opportunity to show them off." Chuanchuan smiled shyly.

【? 】

[We are all family, so as long as you don’t dance, anything is fine. ]

[Don’t you just want a gift? I can’t give it to you! ]

Chuan Chuan saw his PK bar rising rapidly, and he pretended to be surprised and widened his eyes: "No, it's only been a few days since we last met, and you don't like my talent?"

At this time, the opponent's PK bar suddenly pulled out tens of thousands of votes, and Chuan Chuan snorted coldly: "Today, I must dance."

Mu Zhirui moves her finger and it’s the Ten-Consecutive Carnival.

Chuan Chuan is leading in votes again.

He held his chest and pretended to be heartbroken: "Sister Meiyangyang, why are you like this? Don't you like Chuanchuan anymore?"

Mu Zhirui pursed her lips. How should she tell him that he was dancing like a wriggling maggot?

Who in their right mind likes to watch maggots dancing?

Mu Zhirui was just thinking about how to say this in a more tactful way when she heard Chuanchuan make up for it herself: "I understand. Sister's possessiveness has been aroused. You are the only one in this world who can punish Chuanchuan, right?"

Sometimes she admires Chuanchuan very much.

Just a few words can make the atmosphere extremely ambiguous.

The audience in the live broadcast room felt that they were not getting along.

And Chuan Chuan doesn't care.

There are even other older sisters on the tree. Isn't he afraid that they will be angry by doing this?

When Chuanchuan diligently cues Mu Zhirui every day, it proves that he has made a choice among the older sisters.

This proves that his attitude is that he would rather give up the other elder sisters and keep Mu Zhirui.

What if she leaves one day?

But I have to say, Mu Zhirui is quite fond of this.

In this PK, Chuan Chuan is far ahead.

With Mu Zhirui around, he won’t lose in the next PK.

Chuanchuan always had a smile on his face.

Mu Zhirui's bank card also kept notifying how much money had been deposited.

It gets boring after a while if you keep brushing Huazi.

She plans to change her taste.

After leaving the live broadcast room, Mu Zhirui didn't expect that she would be attracted to a man in such a short time.

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In the black and white room, a man sits in front of the computer.

The hand with distinct bony fingers supported the chin, and the crow-feather-like eyelashes trembled irregularly, half covering a pair of deep pupils.

His face was angular, his eyebrows were sharp, his nose was beautiful, and his lips were thin and slightly red.

He was wearing a black sweatshirt, his black hair was neat and tidy, and a few strands of bangs were messy and a little casual.

This man looks very aggressive, with a masculine charm that cannot be ignored.

Mu Zhirui somehow entered his live broadcast room.

His name is Origami.

The title is – The third day of the rich second generation’s live streaming business.

There are dozens of viewers in Origami’s live broadcast room, which is not bad for a newcomer who has just entered this industry.

Most of them were attracted by his face.

Different from other anchors.

Mu Zhirui came in for a few minutes and found that Origami never welcomed anyone. Instead, he tilted his head and scrolled the mouse boredly. From the comments, he was reading a novel called "The Super Rich System: Is it okay for me to make a few hundred million?"

[Ahhh Origami is so handsome, I can scream like that forever just by looking at his face! ]

[Hubby, don’t ignore me. You can even scold me. ]

【? 】

[If you don't understand, just ask. This anchor looks a little different. ]

At this time, a striking commentary appeared on the screen: [Tell me, how much do you need to pay to get the anchor to perform a talent show?]