Sexy rich woman, making money online

[Fuck! I was attracted by the banner. Isn't this my sister Mei Yangyang? Big sister is starting over again. ]

[I just spent a thousand Huazi in Chuanchuan's live broadcast room. Why doesn't it stop when I change to another place? How much money did I spend? ]

[It turns out that rich women like this, I think I can do it too. 】

[I just came online, what is Chuanchuan? ]

[He was a very romantic male anchor who danced and showed off. After seeing him, Meiyangyang gave him 3 million RMB and then left. The anchor is still calling for Meiyangyang to come back.]

[Are you sure it's 3 million RMB, not 3 million Douyin coins? ]

[Haha, even if it's Douyin coins, it's not something that mortals like us can afford, okay? ]

I just stared at the gorgeous gift effects and forgot to even say thank you.

He queued in the karaoke bar for a long time and had some regular big sisters. His Douyin account had 20,000 followers. Every time he queued in the bar or started a live broadcast, he had the support of many fans. The tickets they paid for themselves cost at least several thousand yuan a day.

To be honest, he is not short of money at the moment.

But I have never experienced such a big scene.

He admitted that he sang this song to her with the intention of asking for a gift, but he didn't expect her to spend so much.

He would be surprised if the amount was tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands, but millions would make him feel uneasy.

Because he has nothing to give back except singing.

His usually steady and calm voice was accentuated with nervousness: "Thank you for your support, Sister Meiyangyang. That's enough. I've spent money. Don't swipe anymore."

I’ve noticed that the comments on the barrage are halved.

His current thought is actually to hope that 'Heartbroken Meiyangyang' can quickly go somewhere else to make money. This is really a crazy request.

Mu Zhirui was having a great time spending money and didn't stop until she had given away all the remaining balance in her account.

[Heartbroken Meiyangyang: 300 Huazis will sing the song "Your Majesty the Princess", and the rest will sing other songs. You can decide for yourself. You can sing any song except "Your Majesty the Princess".]

[666 is still my sister, the crown song is worth 90, who can snatch it? ]

[Ahhh, when will this overwhelming wealth come to me? ]

[Do you think it’s too late for me to start live streaming now? ]

[The anchor was so excited that he was speechless. ]

Haizhe really didn't know what to say, with mixed feelings: "Ah? Ok... ok..."

[Heartbroken Mei Yangyang: Slip away, go to sleep]

-

Mu Zhirui left without leaving any trace.

The live streamer was feeling very uneasy. After thinking for a while, he said hello to the audience in the live stream and decided to end the show.

After Mu Zhirui finished washing up, what she saw was a series of transfer reminders on her phone.

"Half-price: I'm especially grateful for my sister's support today, but this amount of money is just too much."

"Half discount: I know my sister doesn't need this little money, but I haven't done anything and I feel like I don't deserve it."

"Half discount: I don't have that much money in my bank card right now. I'll give you the rest after the withdrawal arrives. If you want to listen to some music, you're welcome anytime."

Mu Zhirui finished reading his message.

She thought about it and understood why she felt uneasy.

"?"

"Do you think I'll ask anything special of you?"

"Don't worry, I spend money based on my mood. I'm happy to spend money if it can provide me with emotional value. If it's not you, it will be someone else. If it's given to you, just take it. Don't feel burdened."

The fold should be always paying attention to the phone.

As soon as the message is sent, it shows that the other party is typing.

Mu Zhirui waited for a while and saw that he was still losing and stopping, so she sighed.

This kid was scared.

The half-voice really pokes at her. In terms of personality, she still prefers someone like Chuanchuan.

Speaking of Chuanchuan, Mu Zhirui remembered that she hadn't read his private message yet.

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20:12

"Chuanchuan: Ahhh, thank you so much for your support, sister. My WeChat ID is xxxxxxxx, please add me. (winking) (holding a flower in mouth)"

20:23

"Kawakawa: Why did sister leave? I still have some special skills that I haven't shown you yet."

20:35

"Chuanchuan: Okay, so my sister has another brother. It doesn't matter. I will be very obedient. The heartbroken puppy is waiting for the owner online."

"Chuanchuan: My sister ignored me for the 20th minute. I missed her, missed her, missed her."

"..."

"..."

Mu Zhirui was overjoyed after reading his message.

Chuanchuan was like a puppy abandoned by his owner, waiting pitifully for her to look back.

Just as I copied his WeChat ID, another message came from the other side.

"Kawakawa: I've read it! Did Sister Wuwuwu finally remember your puppy?"

"Heartbroken Meiyangyang: Poof——"

Mu Zhirui added Chuanchuan’s WeChat, and the other party agreed within a second.

"Chuanchuan: The heartbroken puppy finally waited for his owner"

"Haha, are you still heartbroken?"

"Chuanchuan: The puppy glued it together piece by piece! Please give me some praise!"

Mu Zhirui curled her lips and sent an expression of patting the head.

"Chuanchuan: Is your sister's WeChat ID a name?"

"Hmm? Yes."

Mu Zhirui's nickname is an r, and her avatar is still in the style of an internet goddess, but her circle of friends is clean and empty.

「Click to confirm payment 5200」

「Click to confirm payment 5200」

"..."

"?"

"Chuanchuan: Hehe, now you know my sister's name, I will call you Sister Rui from now on! Sister, come on!"

Mu Zhirui realized that the last character of the name would be displayed when transferring money via WeChat.

What a clever ghost.

Just as I was about to reply to Chuanchuan, Hanzhe, who had been mentally preparing himself for a long time, finally typed out the words.

Very short.

"Half Fold: Maybe... would it be convenient for you to call and talk to me, sister?"

"Okay, wait a minute."

"Fold in half: OK"

Mu Zhirui found the headphones, put them on, and lay down on the bed leisurely: "It's OK."

-

"Hello?" The girl's soft voice was like a feather, brushing against the man's heart, making him feel itchy.

I never expected that the voice of the rich lady in the live broadcast room would sound so pleasant.

It's like a peeled lychee washed by the morning dew, taking a bite, it's clear and transparent. It's also like a glass of red wine that has been brewed for a certain number of years, taking a sip, it's like being slightly drunk.

"Why aren't you talking?" Mu Zhirui looked at her phone, thinking it was stuck.

Her tone was rising, a little like a queen, and with a hint of coquettishness, she sounded pure and sexy.

His earlobes suddenly felt hot and his Adam's apple rolled. He had thought that it would be easier to communicate over the phone than typing, but she only uttered a single syllable and he couldn't say any of the words he had prepared.

"Hey Hey hey?"

"I'm here." He uttered two faint syllables. Without the support of the sound card, his voice was less steady and more clean than that of a teenager. You could tell that he was nervous, even a little... shy?