In the Lin family's villa.

The housekeeper who had been squashing in the live broadcast room for three days saw that the live broadcast room was on the air, and immediately ran upstairs with his mobile phone and knocked on Lin Feiwan's door.

"Madame, ma'am! It's on, it's on!"

Lin Feiwan, who was applying a mask to deal with things, heard it, quickly put down everything in his hand, opened the door, and took the mobile phone from the housekeeper.

On the screen is the little face she has been thinking about day and night for the past five years.

There was no need for a paternity test, and the moment she saw her, she was sure that this was her daughter.

"Lao Liu, go get busy."

With that, she closed the door and lay on the bed with her phone, not wanting to take her eyes off the phone screen for a minute.

A hundred rockets rose from the live broadcast room in unison.

Everyone was stunned.

The man in the office of the president of the Sang Group couldn't help but laugh when he saw the hundred rockets and the avatar of the person who sent the rocket.

He also asked someone to charge a million into it, and swiped a hundred rockets.

The husband and wife occupy the first and second places together, so spectacular.

In the live broadcast, as soon as Sang Wanzhou came up, he saw Xiao Fubao bouncing and waving under the surveillance, putting the bag in his hand on the table.

"The wound on my body is not healed yet, what are you doing jumping around there? Why don't you come and sit down."

"Here we go!"

Xiao Fubao ran to the chair next to the table and sat down, took out a carton of milk from the pocket he brought back, inserted a straw and took a sip: "Brother, when are we going to buy the materials for making steamed buns for a while?"

Sang Wanzhou looked up at the clock on the wall.

It's five o'clock in the evening.

There are still two days left in the mission.

In the past three days, although the medical expenses were fully responsible for the program team, the food expenses were still paid by themselves.

After three days, there are less than 500 yuan left in the pocket, and the materials in the refrigerator should be lost, basically only red bean paste can be used.

If you want to meet the target in the last two days, then the remaining flour and soybeans are not enough.

Looks like I'm going to have to make a big purchase today.

said that it was too late, and when Sang Wanzhou was about to go out with Xiao Fubao, there was a sudden sound of footsteps at the staircase, and the sound of wheels colliding on the stairs.

The two of them went in search of prestige.

The photographer appeared at the staircase with a camera in his left hand and a small cart in his right hand.

Seeing that Xiao Fubao was so energetic, he was also relieved.

In the past three days, he has been running to the hospital a lot.

But he has a lot of things to do, and every time he just goes to deliver some fruit and milk or something, and then he comes back after a few minutes.

But now that she's recovering so well, she should be completely fine.

"Little Fubao, how is your health? Is there anything else you feel uncomfortable with?"

Little Fubao shook his head, patted his chest and said, "Fubao is fine! Thank you uncle for your concern."

"It's okay."

The photographer handed them the new microphone, and then handed the cart in his hand to Sang Wanzhou.

At that time, he threw the cart directly in front of the butcher stall and never took it, but then he went to retrieve the water-soaked and broken camera, and ran into the butcher stall owner, who gave it to him.

The camera that cost tens of thousands of dollars was thrown in the rain and completely scrapped.

Afterwards, Sang Yanzhou naturally lost money, although it happened suddenly, but this loss cannot be borne by the program team itself, and the money is not enough for him.

"Brother, let's go!"