Liang Meihui stood up with a red face.
She felt embarrassed for her impulsiveness just now, but this time she did not back down and held Song Yang's neck tightly with both hands.
Song Yang smacked his lips a few times. It was a little sweet, with a strawberry flavor.
He said, "Meihui, what do you want to do?"
Liang Meihui's eyes were burning as she looked at the Bentley parked in the parking space. Her long legs brushed against Song Yang's hand, like an electric shock.
Song Yang couldn't help swallowing.
In the live broadcast room, the audience left excited messages.
Magical power spun in circles: "Damn! The anchor was caught, there's something interesting to watch!"
Big Bad Wolf Eats Sheep: "Anchor, go do what you want to do! We support you!"
Firecrackers popped: "Host, don't hesitate, I've prepared a small stool, and we're just waiting for the show to begin!"
Paparazzi King: "Get your high-definition triple-camera phone ready, the anchor's face is turned straight, I'm going to take the photo!"
Wearing a green hat: "Looking forward to the host's performance!"
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"Deep Well Ice Xiao Qi gave me a diamond as a reward!"
"Qiege Ai Nai Xiong gave me a rocket reward!"
"Great effort will give you 100 fish balls!"
"Nine Yang Magic Skill rewards a diamond!"
…
Enthusiastic viewers gave a lot of gifts, and Song Yang's personal fan value soared, exceeding one million in a short time.
At this time, Song Yang’s fan value has reached 45 million points!
Liang Meihui's breathing became rapid. This was the first time she took the initiative.
Song Yang couldn't bear it either. Liang Meihui had a hot temper, like a wild cheetah.
She actively caters to others, which is unbearable for any man.
He grabbed Liang Meihui's hand and dragged her into the Bentley.
The car was completely silent, isolating it into another world.
Liang Meihui narrowed her eyes in the dim car ambient light.
Song Yang said: "Meihui, how is Master's wife now?"
Liang Meihui opened her eyes and said, "She is feeling better today and is recuperating in the hospital."
Song Yang said: "I think Master and Master both need someone to take care of them. I can't mess around. You should go back first. When they have recovered, we can talk again."
Liang Meihui nodded, feeling lost.
She turned around, opened the car door and went out, and Song Yang saw her off with a smile.
After Liang Meihui went out, she suddenly turned around, kissed Song Yang on the mouth, and then ran away quickly.
Song Yang touched his mouth and shook his head helplessly.
He almost couldn't hold back just now, but fortunately he pulled himself back in the end and no serious consequences occurred.
Liang Hongchao and his wife were very kind to Song Yang, and Song Yang didn't want to let them down.
"What the hell is going on with the anchor!?"
"My phone is ready, just show me this!" "Are you kidding me, is this the host Yang Wei?"
"What a great atmosphere! I almost had a fit, but the host was able to hold it in. How amazing!"
"Anchor Mujiji!"
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There was a lot of cursing in the live broadcast room.
Song Yang drove back to his residence.
He drank a bottle of farmer's spring water to calm his temper.
“Ding Dong!”
The cell phone beeped.
Song Yang saw that it was a QQ message from a stranger with the IP name "Zangai Nobles" who added him.
The other party sent a verification message: "Song Yang, I'm Li Ziming, add me as a friend."
Song Yang remembered that Liu Chixiang had told him before that Li Ziming had set up a class group and wanted to invite him to join.
He agreed immediately.
Li Ziming pulled Song Yang into a group called: Class 6, Grade 3, Jinling High School.
All group members here have noted their names, and the group owner is Li Ziming.
Song Yang didn't say anything either, lurking in the group.
At this time, Li Ziming sent a message: "Welcome Song Yang to join the class group!"