I Became A Hit After My Divorce!

64 I’m Fine

“No.” Qiao Qiao shook her head. “You’re much prettier than she is.”

Le Yao was stunned for a moment, then she smiled. “President Qiao knows how to talk.”

“It’s true, especially your figure. It’s natural and curvaceous. I dare say that if you enter the entertainment industry, she won’t have a place to stand at all.” Le Yao tapped the phone. “Look, the eyes of netizens are also bright.”

Le Yao leaned over to take a look. There were really people commenting on this topic.

Netizen [Strange]: Am I the only one who thinks that Han Binglan is actually better-looking than Yan Zimeng? Meng fans, don’t criticize me. It’s a personal opinion. (Picture of hugging a dog’s head)

Netizen [Shenxiao Mengli]: “I agree with the person above, especially her figure. If she debuted, I would definitely be her first fan.”

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“Everyone says that keyboard warriors are detestable, but actually, most netizens are bright-eyed.” Le Yao was happy. Han Binglan’s figure was very proportionate. Coupled with the fact that she had danced since elementary school, her diet was very restrained, and she exercised regularly, so her figure was maintained perfectly. Even if she delayed her exercise for a year after marrying Nangong Jue, it did not affect her much.

However, in the days after she transmigrated, after she cooked and ate by herself, she had faint double chins. She had no choice. She was already good at cooking. After transmigration, perhaps the heavens wanted to make it up to her, so her culinary skills became even better. She could not control the temptation.

It seemed that she had to control herself in the future.

As for entering the entertainment industry, forget it. She knew that she didn’t have acting skills. Besides, there wasn’t much privacy even if she married into a rich family now. If she really entered the entertainment industry, how could she live with people staring at her every day?

Zeyu Garden.

The huge room was dark now, and Nangong Jue was curled up tightly in a corner. He seemed to have returned to the dark years of his past. The feeling of suffocation made him tremble. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, as if he were in great pain, but he fought it and did not make a sound.

Finally, he fell to the floor with a thud.

Uncle Bai had been guarding outside. He could tell that something was wrong when Sir Jue returned today and was afraid that an accident would happen. When he heard the sound, he hurriedly pushed open the door and walked in. He was shocked when he saw it. After all, Sir Jue had not had a problem for many years and did not dare to delay. He hurriedly pinched his philtrum.

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

Uncle Bai also exhaled.

“I’m fine now,” Nangong Jue said weakly. “There’s no need to call Yunshen.”

“Go to bed and lie down first.” Uncle Bai helped him to the bed, then poured a glass of warm water and fed him. Then he took the medicine box and took his hand to treat his wound.

His earlier forbearance had caused his palm to be badly mutilated.

The next day was Sunday. At ten in the morning, Le Yao and Qiao Qiao started their second live broadcast on time.

As soon as the live broadcast started, more than a hundred people rushed in, and they were still increasing. The rolling comments instantly became dense.

[There’s finally a second live broadcast. I want to ask if the young man in the Porsche is still delivering today?]

[Previous poster, this is a gourmet live broadcast. Why are you looking for handsome men driving a Porsche? I want to ask if you are still making tiramisu today?]