Live broadcast?

Qing Niyang's hand to remove makeup paused a little, and looked at Hua Xinhai in some surprise, he was not familiar with the burden of the Internet five years ago, and he also knew nothing about Qing Niyang five years later, Qing Niyang used the computer to learn and communicate at most, except for the things used for learning, there was not even a game in the computer, and naturally it was no longer understandable, not to mention that the network five years ago could be described as a heaven and earth compared to now.

All kinds of things are so that 'Qing Niyang' really doesn't know much about the Internet.

"Sister, it's just doing live webcasts on video websites, just with my sister's stunning appearance, even if you don't show your talents, it's not a dream to reward 10,000 yuan." Hua Xinhai also saw a friend on his mobile phone a few days ago who gave him an inspirational live broadcast link, and then he knew the word live broadcast.

Isn't it embarrassing for her to let her be a university teacher and go live broadcast? Do you want her image anymore, not to mention the difference between live broadcast and online begging? Qing Ruyang's idea was so loud, but later his strength slapped him in the face.

"Not doing your job, Mom?"

Qing Yiyang scolded with a smile, looking at the spacious room, he didn't see Mu Yatian's figure, and couldn't help but be a little puzzled, with Mu Yatian's loving nature, it is absolutely impossible to hide and not see anyone when his children are in trouble, unless he is not at home.

Hua Xinhai looked embarrassed, pursed his lips, and said, "Mom, there is a temporary class today, and I told my mother that you slept in the same school last night, so you don't need your mother to worry about you." Mu Yatian is now a music teacher at a private aristocratic school, and she only teaches three days a week.

When Qing Ruyang heard this, he felt a little guilty when he thought that he hadn't returned overnight, but when he thought of Mu Yatian, who had a full life, he was happy for that kind woman from the bottom of his heart, "Mom is coming back soon, you can go cook." ”

Hua Xinhai didn't move, and stood stubbornly at the door of Qing Ruyang's house, "Sister, tell me, what's the matter with you?" Why did you come back in a hospital gown, sister, tell me. At the end of the words, he shouted in a very urgent tone.

Qing Ruyang stopped pushing the door, turned around, stared straight at Hua Xinhai, and said with a solemn smile in a playful and relaxed voice: "Didn't I tell you, I have no clothes to wear, so I went to the hospital to borrow one." Qing Yiyang pretended to pull the collar inadvertently, covering his neck tightly, glad that he still had a turtleneck sweater in his hospital gown, otherwise it would be really ugly.

But in his heart, he secretly swore that he would never do anything beyond his ability in the future.

"Sister...... You coax me to be a three-year-old child......" Hua Xinhai didn't believe this understatement at all.

"Snap ......" is like a yang hand with a door, a flick that cannot be refused, and then a reverse lock, all in one go.

Hua Xinhai looked at the locked door, a helplessness rose in his heart, raised his hand that wanted to knock on the door, and hung down again, he felt that Qing Yang had changed, as if he had become more powerful, although this situation was what he wanted to see, but more worry.

Qing Ruyang changed out of his hospital gown, found a heavy winter pajamas, wrapped himself impermeable, and then turned on the computer according to the memory of his predecessor.

The blue light of the computer swept on Qing Yiyang's face, and the warm blue hue actually looked so sad and poignant on the body at the end of the right.

After a long time, Qing Ruyang's fingers moved slightly, entered a long list of passwords, and clicked on the mailbox for JPOK, the largest jewelry design studio in France.

Stealth landing.

The interface that opened scared Qing Yiyang, she died five years ago in her previous life, so this email address that only she knows should have been discontinued five years ago, in fact, otherwise, according to the prompt, the latest date of sending the email was three days ago, and it was sent to JPOK Studio.

Qing Yiyang carefully checked the account and password, and after showing that it was correct, with doubts, clicked on the emails that had been sent, and saw the design drafts that were similar to her design style, Qing Yiyang's mind was confused, Cheng Qingshen died five years ago, but he was reborn five years later as a college professor and MBA.

In other words, in the intervening five years, it should be blank, and there will be no emails sent out in the mailbox, but now these emails imitating her design drafts are particularly weird.

The corners of Qing Ruyang's mouth hooked, typed the four words Chu Group on the browser on the computer, suppressed the heavy breathing because of anger, and pressed the enter key.

The Internet is really a time-saving machine, Qing Ruyang took a careful look at the big and small things that happened in the Lishi Group in the past five years that she was absent, and finally stopped at the news report of the Chu Group involving the jewelry industry four years ago.