allendalepharm Chapter 1008 The God of Wealth and His Beautiful, Strong and Miserable Contestants (173)
Chapter 1008 The God of Wealth and His Beautiful, Strong and Miserable Contestants (173)
The God of Wealth and His Beautiful, Strong and Miserable Contestants (One Hundred and Seventy-Three)
The popularity vote was finally settled, and Robot ended up taking first place with a huge advantage and a huge gap from the second place.
The next second after the official announcement of the news, the enthusiastic audience in the live broadcast room quickly tagged Song Ning to come and watch.
It wasn't easy, but I finally helped Robot win first place. I won't say who worked the hardest, but everyone should know, right? @]
If you don't say it, then I won't say it either. Everyone saw it. By the way, I was lucky enough to be picked up three times! Do you know how valuable that is? Oh, and just in case someone doesn't know, I'll tag you @.
[Hiss? How could someone win three times? Why? This isn't fair. I haven't even been picked once. How could someone be so lucky? Damn it!]
[To be fair, there are plenty of people who haven't won a single lottery, but getting picked three times is truly asking for a beating. Is anyone using this IP to take Didi's place?]
[Who are you all talking about? Didn't Robot take first place? Why are you all picking on someone else?]
[For enthusiastic guidance, just search the keyword to get the first vote for Robot. You'll see after watching it, some people really burn out for their favorite contestants.]
[Oh, ok, thank you. I'll go search it.]
Song Ning was completely unaware of the ups and downs outside. After helping the last batch of fans gain points last night, he didn't even have time to take a shower and fell asleep on the bed.
I slept until one in the afternoon before waking up.
"Lance, Lance?"
Song Ning opened his sleepy eyes and touched the bed beside him.
no one.
He shouted a few times, but the room was empty.
Song Ning casually took a wet tissue and wiped his face to wake up a little, then looked around, but there was no one around.
He walked to the kitchen and took a look, and sure enough, he found that the rice cooker was on and was heating the food.
"You went out today? Didn't you say you wanted to have a good rest today?"
Song Ning brought out the food and ate it, while taking out his cell phone to send a message.
[Song Ning: You went out? Have you eaten yet?]
'Ding~'
【Lance: I'll be right back. Remember to eat first after you finish eating.】
Song Ning originally wanted to ask Lance what he was doing outside, but then he thought that there was no point in asking since he was about to come back, so he put down his phone and continued to eat quietly.
After he and Lance got together, he rarely ate out or ordered takeout. He was amazed after he tasted Lance's cooking for the first time. It was better than any restaurant or takeout.
This was not the most shocking thing for Song Ning. What surprised him the most was that Lance could maintain the same level almost every time, so every meal was the time he looked forward to the most, and today was no exception.
However, he was quiet but his phone was not. While Song Ning was eating, he heard the continuous ringing of notification sounds from his phone.
"Why do I feel like I'm being cyberbullied?"
Song Ning couldn't help but say something that the audience in the live broadcast room loved to say. He picked up his phone and took a look. When he opened it, he found that the phone was silent.
Song Ning: 6.
Is this stuck?
On the other side, Lance sat in the car and watched a figure walk out of the court door.
The figure was no longer as high-spirited and confident as before, but hunched over like a piece of rotten wood, as if he had suffered a huge setback and blow.
Lance watched the figure get into the police car with his own eyes before he fastened his seat belt, started the car, and roared away.
A bouquet of bright red roses sat on the passenger seat, and an exquisite velvet box sat in the middle, making them appear as one piece.