NOVEL NEXT Chapter 36 Whose seed?
Yan Qing said no more and directly announced that he would give out a lucky bag.
Xu Qin's parents were awarded 3.5 yuan in compensation by the court. In the end, under pressure from the law and netizens, they were compensated 110 million yuan.
"I will give you a lucky bag now. I will give you time to prepare this time."
[Okay, okay, the router is already under my butt. 】
[I'm already standing next to the signal tower. Don't worry, you can't catch me anyway. 】
[Has no one discovered that turning off WiFi is the fastest? 】
[Of course no one noticed, because you were thinking about eating shit. 】
Congratulations to the user 'Little Pig Waiting to Give Birth' for grabbing the lucky bag.
[This name, is it for a pregnant woman? 】
[Probably, maybe she is still a bit naive girl, ha. 】
The ridiculing remarks did not affect the little pig at all, and he spoke on the public screen.
[Anchor, I am a poor person, can you calculate it first and then give me the money? 】
[Good guy, of course not. If you don’t have money, don’t grab the lucky bag. 】
[Didn’t it mean that this anchor is poor and doesn’t need to be paid? You are still lying. 】
Yan Qing's lips curled up slightly, with a sarcastic smile.
"Does it count? It doesn't count the re-distribution of lucky bags. You know whether you have money or not."
The piglet reluctantly gave away a gift worth two thousand and immediately sent the connection to Yan Qing.
The screen is split in two. An unshaven man appeared in front of the camera, his complexion was a bit fair, and the exposed collar was not bad.
It doesn't look like the poor family he said.
[You don’t look like a poor person. You want to tell your fortune and you don’t want to spend money? 】
[It’s normal for people nowadays to like prostitution for free. I’ve seen it a lot. 】
Ma Liang is a white-collar worker in a company. He has been married for five years. In these three years, his wife only gave birth to a daughter.
Even if I go through all the trouble to get pregnant, I will eventually abort. I have been watching the fortune-telling anchors who have become popular in the past few days, and I want to come and have a look.
"Anchor, please help me calculate, when can I have a son?"
Ma Liang asked, looking at the phone with his head held high.
[I wiped it, I couldn’t bear it anymore, this person looked at me with his nose. 】
[I really have no quality. I am telling your fortune, but I am not working for you. What kind of virtue is that? 】
Ma Liang saw the remarks on the barrage and immediately became dissatisfied.
"I'm talking to the anchor. It's none of your business. I spent the money. It's only natural."
"Haha~ Don't be angry, Mr. Ma, they are joking."
Yan Qing suddenly spoke and persuaded casually.
Ma Liang felt even more proud when he heard Yan Qing's words.
"Did you see it? The anchors don't mind. What are you farting?"
【? ? ? Damn it, let me kill him. 】
[You dare to talk to my fairy so rudely. I'm so angry. We don't care about this life and will refund the money. 】
[That’s right, it’s not like I’m short of a fortune teller. I’ve paid for this money, and my Bodhisattva can’t bear this anger. 】
[This kind of garbage is just for the sake of existence. Do you want to have a son? Are you crazy? 】
Ma Liang was getting angry again, so Yan Qing spoke quickly.
"Don't mind Mr. Ma, they are joking."
"You're kidding, you're kidding, what, is it funny?"
Ma Liang roared angrily.
Yan Qing shrugged, "It's not funny. This is what Mr. Ma often says to your wife. Do you think it's funny?"
"Ha~ your wife has been married to you for five years, and in all the conflicts she had with your mother, didn't you always say that your mother was joking?"
"Is it funny that your mother gave you a wife who was pregnant for two months and climbed six and a half floors every day to buy fruits and vegetables, which adds up to five or six kilograms?"
"Your mother pushed your daughter-in-law to have a miscarriage, and you said your mother was joking. Do you think it's funny?"
"Mr. Ma likes to joke so much. What's wrong with these friends in my live broadcast room making simple jokes with you?"
Every time Yan Qing said a word, Ma Liang's face became angrier.
He didn't feel guilty towards his wife, only the embarrassment and anger that Yan Qing revealed his true colors.
"I came to you to figure out when I can have a son, not to tell you useless nonsense."
"Oh. Let me take a look. Tsk, tsk, tsk, with this face, he is destined to have no son."
Yan Qing leaned lazily on the back of the chair, folded her hands across her chest, and looked at her phone with calm eyes.
Ma Liang on the other end of the phone was so angry that his eyes were red.
"Fuck, I've been cheated again, do you know how to do it?"
[He is anxious, he is anxious, he is going crazy with anxiety. 】
Before Yan Qing could answer, Ma Liang's cell phone was snatched away by the woman next to him.
"Son, don't listen to these people on the Internet. You have a son!"
Ma Liang looked at his mother in disbelief, "Really, my wife is pregnant again? No, Mom, didn't she just have a miscarriage?"
The old woman's face was full of joy, and the wrinkles on her smiling face were squeezed together.
"Xiao Mei, who you told me about six months ago, is waiting for you in the living room, with a big belly, saying she is yours."
Ma Liang's wife was still sitting in her room confinement. After hearing the noise, she endured the pain in her body and walked out of the room.
But I didn't expect to hear such big news.
"Ma Liang, what are you doing?"
The mother and son who were rejoicing in the living room frowned at the same time when they heard this sentence.
"What are you doing out here? Don't scare us, Xiaomei. There are golden grandsons of our Ma family here."
"That's right, eldest sister, please go in and recuperate. I'm not here to compete with you for your husband. I just don't want my child to be without a father."
"Look at how sensible Xiao Mei is. If you don't go in quickly and don't come out to cause trouble, you won't be able to save even one child. It's really useless."
【? ? ? What the hell, why are you here if you’re not here to steal your husband? 】
[Good guy, even the best green tea has to be defeated. 】
[I’m laughing so hard. Didn’t the anchor just say that he will never have a son in his life? The mistress’s son must also be his son. 】
Yan Qing lazily propped up his chin and watched the drama on the screen.
"Hmm~ Who said that the child in this woman's belly is his?"
【Why? ? ? What does fairy mean? Hey hey hey, I understand, interesting. 】
【what do you mean? what are you guys saying? What does it mean? 】
[Bodhisattva, your loyal and foolish believer asks sincerely, what do you mean? 】
"It's just the child in the belly, not his seed."
The live broadcast did not hang up, and naturally everyone over there heard what Yan Qing said.
The proud smile on Xiaomei's face froze, and she immediately looked at Ma Liang sadly.
"Brother Liang, you know his character. You are the only man I have, and it was mine last time... Oh, you saw it too."
Ma Liang thought of the red color he saw last time and felt confident again.
"Yes, Xiaomei was still a virgin when she gave it to me. This must be my seed."
"Son, don't talk nonsense to her, just hang up now."
Ma Liang thought that the two thousand yuan had meant nothing, and it felt as if he had been cut by a knife.
Ma Liang's wife Xu Jie walked towards them step by step, dragging her uncomfortable abdomen.
"Don't hang up. If you want to divorce and make room, give me your phone."