Swollen Face

Fu Ge's face instantly flushed, and he felt repeatedly suffocated by her. He looked at her in disbelief, clenching the notebook in his hand, and the blue veins on the back of his hand bulged. "Qiao Nian, when did you become like this? Your words are so vulgar!"

Eating shit on a live broadcast? Was it something a girl should say?!

At least he had never heard Qiao Chen say this!

He frowned fiercely and began to become impatient. He pursed his thin lips and said, "I've told you everything that should be said. If you don't want to listen, you can feel free to embarrass yourself. I won't stop you…"

Ah!

Qiao Nian raised her eyebrows, her eyes as dark as ink, and just as she was about to sneer, a voice suddenly came in from behind—

"Why don't I know that my girlfriend is going to be ashamed?"

With this sound, Qiao Nian raised her eyes and saw the handsome man wearing a beige windbreaker.

It was Ye Wangchuan!