After the rebirth, the big guys call me ancestors

Chapter 342

[That is, is it some kid secretly playing with his parents' mobile phone in the middle of the night? 】

Gu Junyan looked at the message that slid over.

The corners of his lips curled up slightly, and with a tap of his slender fingers, he threw out three more 200 million.

[Holy shit, sorry to bother you, but I don't deserve it. It seems that this big guy is not slippery at all! 】

So, the next morning.

The news of the mysterious local tyrant in the "Artist Live Room" maxed out the scarf.

A bewildered early-sleeping netizen...

[Get up early in the morning, embrace the sun, let me see the face of our Sleeping Beauty, oh god damn it!How can His Highness Jiaojiao's face be so beautiful?Wait, what are you talking about? 】

【Last night, there was a boss throwing money online?Or 600 million? !My God, poverty really limits my resemblance. 】

[The cat's owner... why does this ID look more and more familiar?Confused, confused. 】

【Shh, you're not alone, isn't this the local tyrant who gave a reward when His Royal Highness Jiaojiao started a live broadcast last time? 】

[I lost it, really, a true fan?I just don’t know which family’s young master (Miss) spends a lot of money...]

And Wei Kongqing couldn't help being awakened by the power of faith in his sweet dream.

A large number of power of faith, because there is no time to convert, almost all of them are blocked in the veins.

She covered her mouth with her hands sleepily, and yawned slightly: "Good morning."

With a lazy tone, the end of the sentence is naturally a bit lazy like a kitten.

[Big, it's early in the morning, isn't this bad?I was so scared that I hurried to make a cup of chrysanthemum tea. 】

[What are you thinking upstairs, consciously delete it in your mind, otherwise I can let you drink a pot of chrysanthemum residue. 】

"What kind of joke is this?" Wei Kongqing asked curiously, and looked at the bullet screen, which made the group of guys laugh.

While getting up to cover the camera with something, she turned around and pulled out a piece of clothing from the closet to put it on: "I'm getting old, and I can hardly keep up with the topics of young people."

This said.

[At the age of 24, I looked at His Royal Highness Jiaojiao and didn't speak. The little girl who hasn't turned [-] is actually older than me? 】

[That's right, I'm too embarrassed to say that I'm going to the third party soon, woo woo woo...]

Wei Kongqing changed his clothes.

She straightened her hair at the sideburns in front of the mirror, then lifted the cloth covering the lens casually, and joked: "A little fairy who is only 30 years old is called old?"

[His Royal Highness Jiaojiao, you foul!Then you are still called old at the age of 19, why are you old, and you have an old mentality?No matter how old you are, is it worse than soaking wolfberries in my thermos? 】

Wei Kongqing took out a hairpin from the makeup box: "Does it look good?"

Although the simple bearded moth is made of gold, because of its small size, the color of the gemstone is also very appropriate.

So when the little girl puts it on, it adds a touch of playfulness, without being old-fashioned at all.

[Looking good... One person wrote a blood letter and begged His Royal Highness Jiaojiao to provide a link. I think my family's fancy clothes are amazing again. 】

Wei Kongqing couldn't help squinting at the camera.

She got up, and said cruelly with a smile on her eyes: "Dig it in the ancient tomb, there may be a chance to find it."

It was built by Emperor Yan on purpose when the little ancestor was 14 years old.

"Miss Wei." The staff waiting outside Wei Kongqing's gate smiled and said.

"Your things." Wei Kongqing smiled and handed the camera in his hand to the staff.

The staff quickly took it and asked politely: "Are we still live broadcasting in the house today?"

(End of this chapter)