I'm just a little white face who doesn't need to fight

Chapter 425 Brother, Don't Sell Tickets (26)

After a one-night stand, Her Majesty's sacred lips were once again stained.

Chuhe was overjoyed and moved, he slept with Liu Zhiqing in his arms and refused to let go.

However, Liu Zhiqing was shy, so she got up early in the morning and ran to the beach to watch the sunrise, which was her usual evasion method.

Chu He woke up a little later, opened the window and yelled towards the seaside: "Qingjiang, what do you want for breakfast? Sausage and cheese baked eggs, sausage toast, or sausage omelette?"

"I don't want to eat sausage!" Liu Zhiqing stomped her feet angrily, and Xiafei stared at Chuhe, a pervert, across the void.

Chuhe laughed and blew her a kiss: "Mua, my husband made you porridge with preserved egg and lean meat. That is our sweet memory."

"Bah!" Liu Zhiqing turned around and ignored Chuhe, but the corners of her mouth were curled up, not to mention how happy she was.

On this day, Liu Zhiqing didn't feel any pain down there, and she didn't pretend anymore, because she had to go back to the company to deal with things.

Chuhe's heart aches so badly, but Fu Po Liu is a stubborn president, she must go back if she wants to go back.

"The people from Jiyun Company are coming to set up the stage for the concert today. You just need to receive them. This queen will not be with you, so as not to lose her majesty." Liu Zhiqing ordered proudly.

Chuhe laughed directly, held her down and kissed her: "Last night, you were no longer dignified. In addition, your tongue is not flexible enough and your teeth are not well controlled. I am in pain and happy. I hope it will not hurt in the future. "

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" the proud president screamed, grabbing Chuhe and beating him up.

In the end, she drove away angrily, and returned to the company to regain the aura of the president. While drinking coffee, she checked the website: how to control teeth and tongue when biting?

On the other side, Chuhe changed into decent clothes and went to pick up the people from Ji Yun's company.

In fact, there is no need for him to pick it up. Ji Yun Company will arrange everything. They have already contacted Jiangcheng International Convention and Exhibition Center to rent a venue for a week to arrange the concert.

But Chuhe wants to go and have a look. This is his wife's stage.

Soon, he met Zhang Jing and others in the exhibition center. Both parties were very happy. Zhang Jing couldn't help but hugged Chuhe: "Mr. Chu, we made a lot of money this time! I still feel like I'm living in a dream! "

What she was talking about was the sale of the "Proud" album breaking through 30 copies.

Chu He and Liu Zhiqing didn't care that much, but Zhang Jing and Ji Yun Company did. fly!
Chuhe expressed his congratulations, and then set up the venue with the staff. He has no pretensions, and he can move bricks. Anyway, he is working for his wife.

The staff were flattered one by one, and they all wanted to take a group photo, making it like a fan meeting.

After two days like this, the exciting moment has arrived, the lucky draw for Liu Zhiqing and Chuhe will start!
First, 200 fans will be drawn to participate in the offline concert, and 200 fans will be drawn later to share [-] million equally.

No matter which one is enough to cause fans to go crazy, many netizens on Weibo are now in a state of waiting for the world to drop their pie, and many people say that they will wait for Chuhe's 1 yuan to be paid back.

Some people are even counting down the time, looking forward to drawing prizes quickly.

Chu He also paid attention. He found that Liu Zhiqing's lottery retweets exceeded 500 million, and his own was even more exaggerated, breaking through 3000 million. It seems that everyone loves money even more.

Around three o'clock in the afternoon, Liu Zhiqing's Weibo drew a lottery.

This was managed by the Weibo lottery platform, and the IDs of [-] lucky fans were announced, and they will get a free online concert ticket, allowing them to get close to idol Mu Zhiqing.

At the same time, Jiyun Culture Company will be responsible for their travel expenses, which is equivalent to a free trip.

As soon as the list of winners came out, Liu Zhiqing's Weibo immediately went viral. In just a few minutes, the number of comments exceeded [-]!
"Wooooow, I didn't win the lottery, it's too miserable, Your Majesty, the minister has retired!"

"I just found out that the number of retweets is 500 million. It would be a miracle if I can be drawn."

"That... I seem to have hit the mark. I sent a private message to notify you. Don't hit me hahahahaha!"

The afternoon was when people were struggling, and it turned out that the people on Weibo were all complaining, complaining, or celebrating the new year like chicken blood.

Hot searches on Weibo were also quickly arranged: I am not among the 500 people.

There seemed to be a sense of sadness in this trending search, which made Chuhe amused.

He went in and took a look, and found that everyone was comforting each other, and they were quite optimistic.

"It's okay, there's a lottery draw for Chuhe in the evening, 1 yuan!"

"To show my piety, I have already borrowed a loan shark to buy an Apple mobile phone, and I will win!"

"@楚大河, if you don't smoke me, I will have to sell myself. Let me tell you here, 149CM, 65KG cute loli looking for a gold master, I will give you the pleasure of being chubby~."

Many netizens are actually not Liu Zhiqing's fans, and they don't care so much if they don't win. They care more about the 1 yuan lucky draw at night, which is what the people who eat melons care about most.

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Yangcheng, a large villa in the suburbs.

Liu Chang'an stood behind a tree in the courtyard, sinking into his dantian, while Ren Du closed his eyes, staring at the phone.

He hid here and watched his daughter's Weibo for the lottery draw, and read the list of winners several times, but he didn't know himself.

In fact, he already knew that he did not win the lottery, because there was no private message notification at all, no matter how many times he read the winning list, it was useless.

"Hey." Liu Changan sighed, feeling that life is boring.

"Old Liu? What are you doing here?" Suddenly, Xiao Zikui appeared with a pair of scissors, and she wanted to trim the flower garden.

Liu Changan hurriedly hid his mobile phone, and said calmly, "The end of spring and the beginning of summer is a good time to appreciate the moon. I'm here to explore the way."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Did you read your daughter's Weibo for the lottery? I'll help you read it, but you didn't win!" Xiao Zikui pointed it out.

Liu Changan was immediately annoyed: "You peeked at my phone? Why are you like this?"

"What about me? Didn't you peek at my phone and the photo of me and my daughter! Can't you just say it? I'll just send you the photo."

"Fart your mother, Xiao Zikui, how can you insult people's innocence out of thin air!" Liu Changan rolled up his sleeves.

Xiao Zikui narrowed his eyes: "What do you want?"

Liu Chang'an immediately hesitated, as if he had returned to 30 years ago, and he, the black boss, would never dare to do anything to the Qiangwei assistant police at the train station.

"Honey, stop making trouble." Liu Changan laughed dryly.

Xiao Zikui snorted: "If you want to watch your daughter sing, I'll tell her for you and just ask her to give you the ticket. Why are there so many things?"

"No, I...I've been very busy recently, and I don't have time to go to any concerts!" Liu Changan immediately refused, and walked away with a guilty conscience and a little pride.

He went straight back to the room, quickly locked the door, and then posted on Weibo to lock on a netizen.

That netizen is called "the most beautiful man in the Yangtze River", one of the five hundred winners, and he is showing off on Weibo that he has won a ticket to Liu Zhiqing's concert.

Liu Changan sent him a private message: "Brother, I am also from the Yangtze River, do I sell tickets?"

(End of this chapter)