MTL - Secret Love-Chapter 97

In fact, Mu Yanxi didn't really want to ban these audiences, she just threatened them verbally. I have been chased, scolded and ridiculed by this group of people on Weibo for so many years, and I am used to it.

In addition, this live broadcast requires a top-up membership to watch. If she really uses her privileges to block those viewers, the consequences may be difficult to end.

However, Mu Yanxi's sudden question obviously caught Yi Wulan's attention. She brought over the slippers on the other side for Mu Yanxi, and asked, "Did you say anything in the barrage?"

Mu Yanxi glanced casually just now, and the text on the screen was already unsightly. Now that group of people have heard what Yi Wulan said, if Yi Wulan really went to see it, they might say it even more.

She was holding her mobile phone in a panic and was about to go to the bathroom, "No, it's nothing. I'm going to wash up first."

Yi Wulan reached out and grabbed her wrist, frowning: "Don't worry."

Mu Yanxi was worried that Yi Wulan would come to **** her, so she immediately argued: "How can I be in a hurry?"

Yi Wulan's gaze moved down slowly and landed on Mu Yanxi's feet, "Aren't you in a hurry and you forgot to wear slippers?"

The round toes stepped on the carpet uneasily and wriggled, which was a small gesture Mu Yanxi often made. Mu Yanxi bit her lip, but said nothing.

Seeing this, Yi Wulan didn't ask much, just squatted down, took the slippers not far away and put them on for Mu Yanxi.

With just such a simple action, Mu Yanxi finally cooled down the temperature of his face for a minute, and then started to rise again.

At the same time, there is also the number of bullet screens:

[Just now I wanted to laugh at her for being a villain with a guilty conscience and dared not show Mr. Yi the barrage, but the next second I was kicked like a dog on the side of the road]

【how old are you? Can't even wear shoes? 】

[I also want President Yi to put on my shoes, woo woo woo]

[The oil next door doesn't forget to wipe the oil when he puts on his wife's shoes, Mr. Yi is really the clear stream of the overlord]

Yi Wulan stood up again after putting on Mu Yanxi's shoes, and asked again: "So do you want me to contact the program crew?"

Yi Wulan knew about Mu Yanxi's experience of being hacked before, especially after the two got married, every time Mu Yanxi was hacked on a hot search, Gu Yan would almost always report it to Yi Wulan.

When she was hacked before, at least she was the only protagonist, and she was seen when she was seen. This time even Yi Wulan was ridiculed together, Mu Yanxi opened his mouth, and had no choice but to tactfully change the term, and said relaxedly:

"It's okay, they just like to joke with me more, even if we drive them away, they can still watch the recording."

Yi Wulan looked at Mu Yanxi's expression: "Really?"

"Really, really." Mu Yanxi quickly hid the phone behind her back, nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and gave an example, "You also know how Bai Yu'an and I usually scold each other, right? These netizens are also the same, there is no real affection in blindly pleasing, you have to quarrel."

Just at this time, Yi Wulan seemed to know what the netizens were wondering about, and asked, "Is it just a joke?"

"Yeah, isn't that what fans are like?"

After hearing this, the barrage immediately changed its language:

[The little vase is speaking for us? Also said that there is true love between us? 】

[Am I someone who can be appeased by the title of fan? Yes, it's me】

[Can the one upstairs have some dignity, who the **** is her fan? 】

At this time, some passers-by asked: [You are not her fans, why are you here? Aren't they all positive? 】

As soon as this sentence came out, the direction of the barrage changed immediately: [There are no fans of Mu Yanxi here, thank you]

[Watch the live broadcast, watch the live broadcast, who told you to curse? 】

Passer-by: ...Your level of tacit understanding is not even achieved by well-trained professional fans.

Just not a fan?

Liar.

Those black fans didn't bother to explain to passers-by, and started their daily business model:

[Then I will barely be your fan for three seconds, and when will I pay the fans for the 100 yuan Weibo whitewashing remarks? 】

[Although I still want to say: Is there a celebrity who will block ten Weibo accounts that block fans? 】

[The star will ask fans to be watchdogs on the farm? 】

[The star will let the fans be the donkeys of the production team? 】

Mu Yanxi quietly turned out her phone, glanced behind the bullet screen, took a deep breath, and suppressed her inner anger.

Then, she bit the bullet again and said rationally: "You also know how I asked Xiao An'an to find diamonds for me. No one really scolded me, and I don't need to do anything to them."

As her voice fell, the barrage gradually disappeared for a few seconds, and then began to slide with an uncertain tone:

[Sloppy, isn't this really a script written by Rongjia Entertainment for the proprietress? Was poked hard]

[Began to reflect on whether I was too much just now, I shouldn't make fun of their private affairs]

[She was hacked by me for more than two years and didn't send me a lawyer's letter, and I was severely abused as a fan]

The emo emotions in the barrage became more and more intense. Among the people who watched the live broadcast, Mu Yanxi's black fans accounted for a large proportion. Each of them drove the emotions of the barrage to continue to ferment, and they all reflected on their past behaviors.

Thinking of so many people scolding me on Weibo every day, those black fans regretted it even more.

What's more, some people began to post sorry and regret in the barrage.

It just so happened that Yi Wulan's cell phone rang. She took a look and found that it was the company's business, so she told Mu Yanxi: "I'm going to take care of something. You wash up first. For breakfast..."

Mu Yanxi snatched the words: "Let's have lunch straight away, it's almost ten o'clock."

"Then you eat some snacks to pad your stomach." Yi Wulan answered the phone and left after explaining.

Mu Yanxi nodded obediently, and waved at Yi Wulan with a smile. Several cameras were installed in the bedroom, and the staff switched the images of the cameras as Mu Yanxi and Yi Wulan walked around.

When Yi Wulan walked out of the bedroom and gently closed the door, the smile on Mu Yanxi's face disappeared visibly to the naked eye, and then looked at the live broadcast room on her mobile phone, and began to look for which camera was broadcasting her now.

Xiaohua Peacock usually takes care of every strand of her hair for the camera, but now, she forgets about washing her face and dressing up, and just studies the camera with her face up to the sky.

Mu Yanxi fiddled with and studied for a while, and finally took one of the cameras in his hand. The cameras placed in the room in "Pounding and Heartbeat" are not big, and each of them can be used by the guests.

Mu Yanxi took the camera, dragged the slippers 'patta clatter', and then put the camcorder on the coffee table with a 'bang' as if it had been broken, and sat on the sofa with a twist of her body , raised his chin and gave the camera a death stare.

It's boring to use Yi Wulan's hand to drive people away directly. If you want to make rules, you have to come in person.

The black fans of emo in the barrage are still repenting. Just after finishing a new barrage, they found that Mu Yanxi had changed the venue, and the light by the window was more abundant. Watching Mu Yanxi change in that second Facial expressions, their typing hands paused.

A bad premonition came to mind.

Sure enough, in the next second, Mu Yanxi put her legs on the coffee table in arrogance, acting like a big boss. Then he sneered at the camera:

"Where's the administrator of the live broadcast room? And the later stages of the program group don't come out to work quickly? What are you waiting for, kick out all the people who just spread rumors on the barrage and scold me!"

A group of question marks quickly flashed across the barrage:

[? ? ? 】

【Isn't that what you said just now? 】

[As soon as Mr. Yi leaves, will you be like this? So you are all pretending? 】

[I'm going to make a small report with Mr. Yi the fuck]

[Does Mr. Yi know that you are doing this? 】

[You have the guts to talk like that in front of Mr. Yi later! 】

Mu Yanxi also replied one by one: "You go to make a report, it seems that you can contact Yi Wulan."

"Yi Wulan just likes me as heaven and earth, hey, you don't care."

The bullet screen exploded in an instant, and no one would be able to stand being stabbed in the back while being moved. This group of black fans hadn't scolded Mu Yanxi for a long time, and they quarreled in the bullet screen one by one.

During the period, there were still many passers-by trying to persuade them to fight:

【Anyway, it's a relaxing variety show, why don't you guys stop arguing】

[This live broadcast room won't be gone anytime soon, right? 】

Mu Yanxi directly skipped the speeches of those passers-by, and continued to fight with the black fans in the barrage, but there were so many black fans, some of them turned to the passers-by:

[This is my housework with the little vase, what's the matter with you? 】

[Passersby shut up, if I can't win the quarrel today, I won't leave]

[The live broadcast room can be closed, I can’t lose the quarrel (Yellow Dou smiles)]

Passers-by dropped their jaws in shock, and it was the first time they watched such a big show live.

Taking advantage of the quarrel here, they also went shopping with the four couples next door.

The Internet celebrity couple who have been in love for many years have already begun to prepare the manuscript for the evening live broadcast, and introduced some preparations for the live broadcast to netizens.

The composer and musical genius did not have the airs of an artist as imagined, and the two joined hands to clean the house, and the years were quiet and peaceful.

It's just that the oil boss... the oil boss is a little overturned.

To be precise, the script I wrote for myself was not well written.

When Mr. Oil turned on the computer, he discovered that the stock market was closed on Saturday. The U.S. stock market has jet lag again, and it is said that the scene just now was extremely exciting.

These passers-by who came in later failed to see the scene of the overturn of the oil company, but they can also feast their eyes on the new picture:

Mr. You got a large bouquet of roses from somewhere, about ninety-nine in size. And the little wife was flipping through her shopping cart, and when she saw a rose, she rushed towards it with starry eyes.

Mr. You pinched his little wife's chin with his hand, and asked condescendingly in his signature bubbly voice, "Baby, do you miss me?"

The little charming wife took the rose, with a shy face: "I have been looking for you for a long time."

Boss Oil continued his efforts, took Xiaojiao's wife's mobile phone, took a closer look, and said with disgust: "I asked you to buy something you like, and you are saving me money too much."

In the barrage, people wondered what to buy, and the little wife acted coquettishly and told her about a certain brand of diamond necklaces worth millions in the Amway shopping cart.

Mr. Oil got impatient and bought it with a wave of his hand.

The behavior of buying, buying and buying has always been a standard feature of the boss. As expected, many viewers in the barrage ignored the oil of the boss. But fortunately, there are still some people who understand:

【Understand, but not completely understand】

[We dare not ask Taobao to buy millions of diamonds]

[Is the overlord who has turned upside down in the stock market so casual? Did you go to buy roses after you found out that the stock market was not open? 】

[I give this script ninety-nine points, and I'm afraid you'll be proud if you get any more points]

[Women, be sensible; women, are you still satisfied with what you see? vomit-】

After going outside for a while, the audience who was poisoned by Mr. Oil finally decided to come to Mu Yanxi to wash their eyes.

After all, Yi Wulan is at least a real overlord.

But they didn't expect that after ten minutes, Mu Yanxi was still sitting in the bedroom, and there was no Yi Wulan they wanted to see in the camera. The scolding battle just now became more and more fierce, and it was the first time I knew that there were such celebrities who didn't care about their image in internal entertainment.

Especially judging from the bullet screen information, Mu Yanxi seemed to have really blackmailed people.

It's not really blacklisting, but giving out big gift packages for silence everywhere.

Mu Yanxi looked tired of cursing, and he was like a ruthless blackmailing machine: "Congratulations to 'Today is a good day' for mentioning a one-minute ban, thanks to 'Soda Bear' for your praise, and a reward of two minutes for banning , 'Sweet Bubble Soup' has doubled the ban for the second time..."

Black powder:…

Nima, are you thanking you for the reward in the live broadcast?

In Mu Yanxi's live broadcast room, many people were banned one after another, and the staff in the later stage of "Pounding and Heartbeat" were terrified.

On the one hand, they didn't dare to disobey Mu Yanxi, the proprietress, and they would really do as Mu Yanxi said they wanted to be silenced. But on the other hand, as more and more people are silenced, they are afraid that they will really offend those patrons who are members.

But what is surprising is that the background shows that none of the banned users went offline after the ban. Instead, they made more noise on the barrage after the ban ended.

staff member:…

Forget it, I don't understand the world of your black fans.

Fortunately, Mu Yanxi's silence didn't last long. She took the camera and went into the bathroom, and didn't care what the audience thought, and started to wash up on her own.

After washing her face, she leaned over to look at the barrage while wiping her skin care products, and found that her skin care products were being discussed on the barrage.

Mu Yanxi explained very kindly: "Ah...these are all customized according to the skin type. I don't know what brand it is, so let's mix it up anyway."

Afterwards, the audience followed Mu Yanxi out of the bedroom. Yi Wulan was dealing with things in the study, and Mu Yanxi directly turned the two-person live broadcast into her personal show. Perhaps her conscience found out, and she began to answer questions about those black fans who were banned by her.

Black powder: [little vase, what are you having for lunch later? Who cooks in your family? 】

Mu Yanxi was very frank: "Auntie used to cook. It hasn't been long since I moved here. Recently, I have been looking for someone to deliver the meals."

The barrage laughed one after another:

[It's an honor for you to order takeaway? Don't you know that the wife next door cooks? 】

[But you are so awesome, Mr. Yi works so hard, what's wrong with you cooking? 】

[I have to feel sorry for Mr. Yi, the overlord, the benefits are not as good as Mr. Oil next door]

Unexpectedly, Mu Yanxi blocked their mouths: "You reminded me, I have to order a meal early, and Lefu Private Kitchen is always busy every time it is noon."

Barrage:

[No, I heard it right, did she mean that Le Kettle private chef who limited ten tables every day is from the Michelin restaurant?]

【One ice cream can cost me a whole month's salary...】

[But I heard that Le Kettle never delivers? 】

[Who cooks for himself when he can eat Le Kettle? It’s nice to be rich (the puppy sheds tears)]

Mu Yanxi ignored their words, and while ordering lunch, he showed the audience the latest holographic technology in the house, especially many functions that had not yet been launched, and the tail of the fox behind her was almost raised to the sky.

The barrage finally couldn't take it anymore:

[I finally know why the program team changed the outdoor variety show to indoor, and you are the co-author to advertise, right?]

[It's almost halfway through this year, do the math for yourself, what have you done these past few months? It’s fine if you received two endorsements before, but you’re also here to market variety shows? 】

[Is this the woman who sings the woman? You are so full of money for Rongjia that you have nothing else to show? 】

Mu Yanxi was slightly taken aback, and asked, "Then what do you want to see?"

At this moment, a bullet screen flew over: [The oil boss next door is showing off his new sports car, please, wash my eyes with your valuables]

Mu Yanxi raised her eyebrows, and replied in the usual tone of black fans: "Don't blame Dad for not reminding you, don't be too utilitarian in life, and don't have too strong a desire to compare."

Black fan: ... Nima, the comparisons of all the people here are not as strong as yours.

Who is the latest high-end gown on the red carpet every time before?

Who posted selfies on Weibo before showing off jewelry or sports cars?

Mu Yanxi looked at the bullet screen and gave a light snort. Although he said so, he also satisfied the demands of these black fans.

After all, without doing something, she doesn't know how to continue the live broadcast.

If I knew it earlier, I would have asked the program team to customize a script for her.

When Mu Yanxi took the elevator to the second floor, as the elevator door opened, she said casually: "There are several cloakrooms, so you can make do with one."

As the voice fell, the lights in the cloakroom were switched on row by row, and each time a row was turned on, a row of gorgeous shop windows would be revealed. The scene was very spectacular, comparable to a blockbuster movie, and the barrage directly said in shock I can't speak.

After several seconds, frantically swiping:

【Come on, is this the cloakroom? Other fashion shows are not as exaggerated as you]

[Can I afford to wear that necklace after working part-time for the rest of my life? I really hate the rich]

[I finally know why the little vase is so good-looking and still has zero scandals. Few people can afford to raise this prodigal family]

[No one dares to raise it, right? 】

[I feel sorry for Mr. Yi when I think of Mr. Yi's hard work and hard work to make money because he is forced to be such a prodigal.]

【Yes, Mr. Yi is still working in the study right now】

When Mu Yanxi saw these bullet screens, she immediately became unhappy. What does it mean that Yi Wulan worked so hard to make money to support her? She's just helping Yi Wulan solve the problem of endless money, okay?

She is called Lei Feng spirit.

But she didn't want to clarify, so she simply followed the wishes of this group of black fans, and raised a bright smile that didn't deserve to be beaten.

Those black fans were used to her pua, and they immediately knew that she was going to do something.

Sure enough, in the next second, Mu Yanxi said in a very pretentious manner: "Yi Wulan doesn't work, how can I support me? Is it possible that I have to work hard to support her? It wasn't like this when she married me Said."

The black powder barrage flashed one after another:

[You spend other people's money so peacefully? 】

[Do you still remember that your family runs a bank? 】

【It took Mr. Yi eight lifetimes of misfortune to marry you, a money burner】

Mu Yanxi looked at the barrage and nodded perfunctorily: "Yes, I like to spend Yi Wulan's money. If you are not convinced, go and spend one?"

"Ah, she didn't give you flowers and then called the police to blackmail? Then I have nothing to do."

"You guys don't know how charming the moment Yi Wulan gave me the bank card to buy casually."

Barrage Qiqi: [vomit—]

It's like someone was kicked at home for no reason, and a handful of dog food was forced in.

When Mu Yanxi wasn't fighting with black fans, she was still very cold during the live broadcast, and there was no superfluous expression on her face, no different from the cold beauty that the public usually knew.

If coupled with Mu Yanxi's family background, walking in such a cloakroom, any chaebol daughter in a film and television drama would seem to be inferior to her.

The wind direction in the barrage quickly changed, and he began to lick her face. It was in such an atmosphere that Mu Yanxi stopped suddenly and turned around suspiciously.

Then, under the witness of hundreds of thousands of viewers, the chaebol daughter who was arrogant and domineering one second, switched to a well-behaved cutie in the next second.

Yi Wulan was still wearing that creamy white home dress, and when she walked from the door, it was completely different from what she saw in the bedroom for the first time. Under the dazzling light, the cold white skin gave her a sense of distance.

As soon as she walked in, she turned back to the switch at the door, tapped lightly, adjusted the room temperature, and took the hand-held camera for Mu Yanxi, "The temperature in the cloakroom is low, don't catch a cold."

Mu Yanxi nodded obediently, and continued wandering in the cloakroom with Yi Wulan. Only the sound of footsteps of the two of them and Yi Wulan's peaceful breathing remained in my ears.

On weekdays, Mu Yanxi is used to staying with Yi Wulan in such a quiet way, chatting a few words when there is something to do, and enjoying the quiet time together when there is nothing to do.

They have long been used to this way of getting along, but there are some sore chickens in the barrage, as if they finally caught something, and they can't help but get angry:

[Laughing, do you really think that so many jewels belong to Mu Yanxi? Need I remind you how clearly the property of the rich and powerful is divided? 】

[Seeing Mu Yanxi's hot face sticking to his cold **** makes me want to laugh, plastic marriage is a reality]

[Wake up by the program group, isn't the script well written? Why was the cloakroom temporary this time and forgot to notify Mr. Yi? 】

[Wait for a cheater to be caught, wait for Mu Yanxi to overturn! 】

Mu Yanxi was angry and anxious after seeing the barrage, and was so anxious that she kept pulling on her clothes, thinking: If you want to say something else, just call me.

But Yi Wulan didn't respond.

Mu Yanxi waited impatiently, so she pretended to be inadvertent and hooked Gou Yi Wulan's hand. She cast her eyes like a camera, and muttered softly, "Are you done with your work? I'm going to be exhausted facing them all by myself."

"There is something wrong with the company, and it has been dealt with now." Yi Wulan took Mu Yanxi's hand, and added, "I shouldn't be disturbed in the afternoon."

Mu Yanxi breathed a sigh of relief, and Yi Wulan was quite on the right track.

Yi Wulan heard that Mu Yanxi's tone was not right, and looked at Mu Yanxi's cell phone, "Are they embarrassing you again?"

Mu Yanxi covered her phone like a thief, and explained: "No, it's nothing, everyone in the barrage praised our relationship."

Yi Wulan replied suspiciously. Although those black fans loved to argue with Mu Yanxi, when they saw someone slandering Mu Yanxi's marriage, they all tried their best to help Mu Yanxi clean up the barrage.

When Yi Wulan looked over, there was harmony: [I declare that I am really addicted]

[They are so sweet, I love them so much! I definitely didn't cover up for her because of the coercion of the little vase's silence! 】

Mu Yanxi: ...

Can't the latter sentence be removed?

Isn't this place without three hundred taels of silver?

Yi Wulan frowned, and looked at Mu Yanxi with some doubts in his eyes, which were filled with 'Are you going to cooperate with other people to cover up? '.

"I... I don't have the ability to unite with them. Have you forgotten how they usually tease me on Weibo?" Mu Yanxi hurriedly showed affectionate eyes, and said skillfully, regardless of the hundreds of thousands of spectators sweet talk:

"It's fine when you're done with your work, and you should have a good rest on weekends. By the way, I saw a private jet a few days ago, and I'll show you. Well, isn't the pure white one beautiful? I'll take a picture of it when the time comes." Give it to you, use it as you like!"

While coaxing Yi Wulan to show off her affection, she also did not forget to show off her wealth.

She took a look at the bullet screen, and sure enough, they were all swiping to be rich and loving, so she handed the phone to Yi Wulan as if offering a treasure.

The moment Yi Wulan got the phone, the group of black fans in the barrage seemed to have a telepathy, and the voices that were originally praising people's love changed into:

[Mu Yanxi dislikes that you can't support her if you don't work]

[Mu Yanxi said that you should work for her all your life]

【Mu Yanxi said you changed after you got married】

Seeing Yi Wulan's still unstretched eyebrows, Mu Yanxi's heart twitched, she bit her lower lip and leaned over to look at her phone.

The smile on his face froze for an instant, and his face was full of panic of 'you betrayed me'.

The audience watching the live broadcast picked up the melon seeds at home one after another, and licked them faster.

It's so exciting.

Mu Yanxi gritted her teeth, but still kept smiling: "Hahaha, don't listen to their nonsense, they love to talk nonsense."