long love becomes ill

Chapter 175 I Planted a Pomegranate Tree in Spring, and I Harvested a Cute Goddess in Autumn

Qing Huan put down her brush, got up and walked towards the pomegranate tree opposite.

Since the camera angle of the live broadcast is directly facing the easel, in the live broadcast room, the green vegetables seemed to be dazzled. They watched their idol leave the camera, and then the camera shook for a while. When the camera refocused, Qing Huan was already standing on the pomegranate tree On the thick branches, pomegranates are happily picked.

The heavy, grinning pomegranates were picked off by a pair of green hands and put into bamboo baskets.

The vegetables were stunned, almost at a loss.

The live room exploded.

"Oh my god, I just went out and poured a glass of water, why is the goddess on the tree?"

"I planted a pomegranate tree in spring, and in autumn I reaped a lovely goddess picking pomegranates."

"I want to be a pomegranate in the hands of a goddess."

"I want to be a bamboo basket in the hands of a goddess."

"Oh cake seller, I'm already blind, let's ask about suicide."

The bullet screen was refreshed at the speed of a rocket, and the green vegetables covered their eyes and peeked through their fingers, and then saw that the goddess was beautiful even if she picked pomegranates, and then saw a group of mocking people mixed into the live broadcast room The navy immediately became angry.

Rows of aircraft bazookas flew up.

"Meimeimeimeimei—" filled the entire screen.

The navy is foaming at the mouth, why are the idiot fans of this family so rich and unreasonable?

The live broadcast room was originally watched by more than 500 million people, but the number of people in the live broadcast skyrocketed in an instant, breaking through 600 million people, rushing to 700 million people, and approaching 800 million people.

The live broadcast platform exploded.

My God, watching the amazingly beautiful young lady picking pomegranates live, such a down-to-earth live broadcast, why no one wants to get it?
These days, live broadcasts of beauty makeup, games, and cooking are too uninspired, and live broadcasts of climbing trees and picking pomegranates are full of childhood flavors.

Most of the people who watched the live broadcast were young people, who had never done such a thing when they were young, so the fresh and down-to-earth live broadcast content instantly attracted countless fans.

Aww, Miss Qinghuan is really cute.

Standing outside the camera, Zhao Kui watched Qing Huan climb a tree to pick pomegranates, an old mother's heart was about to jump out, her hands and feet were a little weak thinking, it's over, tomorrow's entertainment version will definitely be "Twin Flowers Most Beautiful Hostess" , Live Climbing Trees and Picking Fruits" full-page butchery.

High-cold, high-end, and mysterious characters are all over the place!

Zhao Kui looked numbly at the crazy number of viewers in the live broadcast room, and took a deep breath, it was really over.

Qing Huan was completely unaware of the manager's desperate heart. When she was a child, she lived with her grandmother, and there were more than a dozen peach and loquat trees planted in the backyard.Every season when the fruit is ripe, the fragrance of the fruit overflows and wafts throughout the tile-roofed house. She will take a basket and go up the tree to pick these peaches and loquats. The biggest and sweetest ones are left for grandma, and the rest are brought to the market town. Sell ​​it online, and the money from the sale can cover her tuition for the new school year.

Those were the fondest memories of her childhood.

In the first year when she first arrived at Li Mansion, she stood under the two pomegranate trees, as if she had returned to the simple house where she lived with her grandma.

It's just that the Li family, as a top-notch wealthy family, planted pomegranate trees just as a good implication of having many children and grandchildren. They would not pick these pomegranates to eat, and the servants would not dare to touch the owner's things if they wanted to eat them.

Every year, she would watch the pomegranates ripen, split, and finally fall into mud.

Qing Huan reached for the heavy pomegranate on the branch a little far away, and subconsciously leaned over.

"Come down." The man's deep and serious voice sounded hurriedly like thunder on the ground.

Qing Huan froze, Zhao Kui was horrified, and the live broadcast room seemed to be frozen in deathly silence.

(End of this chapter)