The big guy who passed through quickly took the scumbag script

"Zhang Yanran?"

Xihe put down her chopsticks and picked up Cheng Qian's cell phone.

This is a live broadcast platform. Zhang Yanran was broadcasting live in a white dress, with a fairy air, and the bottom was full of "ah, sister fairy" "so beautiful, so beautiful"... The number of fans has reached more than 100,000.

Not only stealing the scene, but also starting a live broadcast?

We must know that the live broadcast industry is not so emerging now. After two years, ByteDance rises, and this industry is really hot. Now most celebrities hold their status and are unwilling to lower their social status to do live broadcasts.

Xihe frowned, although she could understand it, she still found it strange.

This powerful intuition allowed her to avoid countless risks, Xihe decided: "Check it out, and see what happened to Zhang Yanran?"

Gouzi squirmed, and opened his eyes helplessly: "What can happen, make a fuss."

People just like live broadcasting, it's none of your business!

Xihe ignored it, put the phone back into Cheng Qian's hands, and smiled slightly: "Eat, eat."

Cheng Qian: ...

Taking his mobile phone for granted, and stuffing it back for granted, why is this woman so arrogant!

The restaurant was full of noise, everyone was eating, and there were pedestrians on the street. Xihe ate a bit slowly, and when she finished eating, Cheng Qian had just finished eating, so she got up to pay the bill.

"Two copies, right? 68."

said the proprietress.

Xihe stared, wanting to say where are the two copies? Turning around and seeing Cheng Qian, he resigned himself to paying two copies.

There were people coming and going on the street, Xihe strolled into a fruit shop, stopped in front of the watermelon shelf and didn't know which one to choose, the proprietress came over, and patted a few round black-skinned watermelons very neatly: "This one is sweet!"

Before taking it to the cashier, I served it to her directly.

Looking at the big watermelon, remembering that there is no refrigerator at home, Xihe can only let the boss cut it in half.

"Take it!"

Turn around and hand it to Cheng Qian who is not far or near behind.

Cheng Qian raised his eyebrows slightly, took it, and shamelessly asked the boss for two spoons.

At night, the street was finally cooler, and the two of them ostentatiously walked through the market with half a watermelon in their arms, and came downstairs where Xihe lived. The watermelon was just finished eating, and there were no trash cans around, so Xihe handed it to Cheng Qian: "Throw it into the trash can. "

Cheng Qian put one hand in his pocket, took the watermelon rind with the other, and watched her go upstairs.

Turn around and leave.

Walking down the alley to the road, Cheng Qian was about to throw the watermelon rind, when in a blink of an eye he saw the dogs looking for something to eat.

After thinking for a second, he shook his hand very coolly and threw it over.

boom,

Aww——

Gouzi barked and turned around, saw Cheng Qian's new grudges and old grudges, and ran over with bared teeth, woof woof, woof woof,

Cheng Qian turned and ran.

One person, one dog, the tug-of-war started again.

-

"The power of faith?"

Siheben stopped wiping her hair.

"right!"

While flipping through the screen, Gouzi murmured: "Your feeling is right, the woman was indeed reborn, but besides being reborn, she also got a memory that can collect beliefs. I don't know what the specific carrier is, but Faith... you know."

Of course Xihe knows that this thing is faith, rather than a kind of thought power.

For example, princes, generals, and great men, who have made great contributions and have been immortalized forever, not only get faith but also countless merits, and some people who give silently and are unknown, they get merits.

Merit is something higher than faith.

And the difference between faith and belief is like the difference between true gods and false gods.

There will be two chapters later, the cuties who can’t wait can rest early and watch it tomorrow