I Became A Hit After My Divorce!

    "No." Jojo shook her head, "You are much prettier than her."

    Le Yao was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "It's still Joe who always talks."

    "It's true, especially your figure, it's natural, bumpy, I dare say, if you enter the entertainment industry, she won't have anything to do with her at all." Le Yao points He glanced at his phone, "Look, netizens have sharp eyes."

    Le Yao leaned over and took a look, there were people commenting on this topic below.

    Netizen [Quirky]: Am I the only one who thinks Han Binglan is actually better than Yan Zimeng? Don't spray cute fans, it's purely personal opinion. (picture holding the dog's head)

    Netizen [Deep Laughing Dream]: I also agree with the one upstairs, especially her figure, ooh, if she debuts, I will definitely be the first fan.

    …

    "They say keyboard warriors are hateful, but in fact most netizens are bright-eyed." Le Yao is happy, Han Binglan's body proportion is very good, and she has danced since elementary school, and she usually eats very restrained , The exercise is also very regular, so the body is kept very perfect, even if the marriage with Nangong Jue delays the exercise this year, it will not affect much.

    But these days when she passed through, after cooking and eating by herself, she had a faint tendency to double chin. There is no way. , the cooking skills are even better, and she can't control the temptation herself.

    It seems that control points will be needed in the future.

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    Ze Yu Garden.

      , Bean-sized beads of sweat kept rolling down from his forehead, and he seemed to be in great pain, but he endured it so hard that he didn't make a sound.

    Finally, the whole person fell to the ground, hitting the floor with a thud.

    Uncle Bai has been guarding outside. He saw that the Lord was wrong when he came back today. A jump, after all, the Lord has not made a mistake for many years, and he did not dare to delay, and hurriedly pinched the person.

    After a long time, Nangong Jue finally slowly opened his eyes.

    Uncle Bai also took a breath.

    "I'm fine." Nangong Jue said weakly, "Don't call Yun Shen."

    "Go to bed first." Uncle Bai helped him to the bed, then poured a glass of warm water into it, then took the medicine box, took his hand, and helped him deal with it Wound.

    The forbearance just now made him blur the flesh that had been stabbed in his palm.

    The next day was Sunday, at ten o'clock in the morning, Le Yao and Qiao Qiao started the second live broadcast on time.

    As soon as the live broadcast room opened, more than 100 people poured in, and it was still increasing, and the barrage was instantly dense.

    [Finally waiting for the second live broadcast, I want to ask, is the little brother who drives a Porsche delivering today? 】

      See what Porsche? I would like to ask Miss, do you still make tiramisu today? 】