Master, do you believe in love?Spit out two hundred on the car!

Chapter 71 Don't Watch Lu Chen's Live Broadcast

"Anchor, I would like to ask that the traditional costumes of island countries are called kimonos, and that Gangben is also Japanese, so do I also wear kimonos?"

"No, it's wagyu!"

"Brother Lu, every time I come home from get off work, someone parks in my parking space and insists on calling me to move the car. What should I do?"

"I suggest you don't call next time, go back and see your wife first!"

"Brother Lu, I'm curious why people in ancient times had to drink wine and spray it on the knife before beheading?"

"Because wine killing can deduct a drop of blood!"

"..."

Faced with all kinds of weird questions in the live broadcast room, Lu Chen sparred like a fluke.

Several people present were amazed again and again, and it took a long time for the photographer to come back to his senses.

Looking at Lu Chen's complexion, he said:
"Brother Lu, I thought your disease was unique in the world!"

"But after watching today's live broadcast, I realized that you still have so many patients!"

"These questions and answers, without ten years of cerebral thrombosis, can't be asked at all, and it's impossible to answer them!"

Chen Yi on the side also nodded his head with difficulty, expressing his agreement.

They now understand why Zhao Cheng in the corner is crying like a sad toad.

With such weird questions, except for Lu Chen, who is even weirder than them, no one can stand them, right?

Lu Chen looked at the two of them, rolled his eyes and said angrily:

"You guys can stand and talk without pain in your back. Do you think it's easy for me to answer these weird questions?"

With that said, Lu Chen glanced at the time.

There is almost 1 minute left in the clock, just enough time to answer a fan's question.

"Brother Lu, I'm developing a small program to test the risk of a website, can you give me a risky URL?"

"It's easy to say, Sanda won't slip away... um..."

Before he could say anything, Lu Chen was covered by the photographer.

"Well, fans and friends, it's time for mic connection, let's connect here today!"

After speaking, the photographer hung up Lianmai.

Lu Chen, whose mouth was covered, was relieved at this moment.

Lu Chen panted heavily, looked at the photographer and complained:

"What are you doing Saner, I haven't finished my sentence yet!"

The photographer looked at the lifeless Lu Chen, twitched the corner of his mouth and reminded, "Brother, if you really say it, we might get into trouble tonight."

Lu Chen curled his lips and didn't say anything else. Instead, he looked at Chen Yi who was at the side, and said maliciously:
"Well, it's getting late. My cat can do backflips. Do you want to go take a look?"

Chen Yi smiled and shook his head.

"My cat can also do backflips, so why don't I go?"

How could she not know what Lu Chen was planning? She had already seen through his conspiracy.

Hearing Chen Yi's refusal, Lu Chen still insisted, "Then can I go to your house to see your cat that can do backflips?"

The photographer looked at Lu Chen who was about to write the plan on his face, helplessly covered his forehead, and grabbed Lu Chen:

"Brother, stop talking, your abacus is so good, the beads are flying on my face!"

Lu Chen shook his head, spread his hands innocently and said:
"What evil could I have? I just want to see her backflip cat!"

Although the audience in the live broadcast room was very reluctant to hang up the microphone, they couldn't help laughing when they saw Lu Chen's behavior.

[Brother Lu, I also have a cat that can do backflips at home, if you want to come and see it, remember to bring some Kaiselu (funny)! 】

【Hahaha!Brother Lu's trick is not new at all, I used it 20 years ago! 】【You should say that you have a fire hydrant at home, let her go and have a look! 】

【…】

The three were still chatting, but the waiter in the hot pot restaurant came out with a long bill.

With an iconic smile on his face, he said to Lu Chen and the others:
"That... May I ask who pays the bill?"

Lu Chen and the others turned their heads in unison, looking firmly at Zhao Cheng in the corner.

When Zhao Cheng saw the bill that had fallen to the ground in the waiter's hand, the sad frog became even more sad.

Zhao Cheng took the bill from the waiter, when he saw the four-digit price.

The whole person was stunned and looked at the waiter in front of him, with a face full of fear:
"The waiter, the price is calculated wrong, there are only a few of us, how can we eat more than 1000 yuan?"

The waiter smiled and shook his head, looked at the bill and patiently explained to Zhao Cheng.

"Your previous consumption is indeed only a few hundred yuan, but that customer ordered 32 plates of the best Maodu, so the total of these is indeed 380 yuan!"

"Who?"

Zhao Cheng looked up at the waiter blankly, he couldn't understand how someone could eat so much hairy belly.

"Oh! It's the customer who is getting Coke at the counter!"

The waiter pointed to the far counter and found that Lu Chen was holding a large bottle of happy water and was about to walk out of the store.

Feeling Zhao Cheng's gaze, he excitedly waved to Zhao Cheng and shouted:

"Waiter, three big bottles of happy water, remember to collect the money!"

The waiter nodded, then turned to Zhao Cheng and said politely:
"Well, it's one thousand 410 now!"

Zhao Cheng:"……"

At this moment, he no longer knew what expression to use to face the waiter in front of him.

My heart is bleeding, I obviously treat guests to dinner because I want to link up with Lu Chen and attract his fans.

As a result, Lu Chen's fans were not attracted, and his own fans were attracted by him.

The original [-] attention in the live broadcast room is now only in the early [-]s, and the most important thing is that there are still a lot of Lu Chen's fans mixed in here.

I probably have less than [-] serious fans.

Thinking of this, Zhao Chengcheng hugged the photographer beside him and burst into tears.

"It's gone! It's gone!"

"My money! My fans! My big prize!!!"

The photographer also had a bitter expression on his face, and for a moment he didn't know how to comfort him.

He could only pat Zhao Cheng's back constantly to soothe his wounded heart.

On a silver-white supercar.

Holding a large bottle of Coke in his arms, Chen Yi blinked at Lu Chen and joked:
"You're so mean. You asked for a few bottles of Coke before leaving. I think the frog was so angry that you cried!"

There was also a faint smile on the corner of Lu Chen's mouth, he shook his head and refused to admit it:
"No way! He obviously invited me to dinner, so drinking a few bottles of happy water is not too much, right?"

On the other side, at the gate of a community in the south of the Yangtze River.

A sturdy woman with a cigarette in her mouth was standing at the door holding a stick as thick as a thumb, and she was still talking on the phone with her right hand.

"Don't worry, Master of Restraining Anger, I will take care of that rebellious son when she comes back!"

"If I don't open her ass today, I will write my name upside down!"

"What? A monk is compassionate? Master of Restraining Anger, have you forgotten that I am not a monk!"

(End of this chapter)