When you have a camera, it means that the broadcast is on.

And Lin Wan'er's words were also recorded.

Hearing Lin Wan'er's words, the netizens in the live broadcast room were also confused.

What's wrong? This Miss Lin is very beautiful! I've definitely raced a lot of traffic stars, why don't you want to show up!? 】

Lin Wan'er's image entered the camera in the end, but it just flashed.

was peeped by netizens waiting in the live broadcast room.

[That's right, even girls who don't have this posture are scrambling to be Internet celebrities! ] 】

[There are only a few women in the live broadcast room shouting in the live broadcast! ] 】

[In the era of traffic, just like that, it is guaranteed to be better than many people, and the profession is special, which can be regarded as a traffic attraction point. 】

Netizens were puzzled and expressed their feelings one after another.

[There is a big difference between people, not everyone likes to show up and make money! 】

But there are many people who express understanding.

"Writers, are you writing books?"

Lin Meng is good at grasping the key points to attract traffic.

"Mainly this, others are also written, advertorials, short drama scripts, mainly depending on the market demand and my time allocation."

Li Wan'er explained with an embarrassed smile.

In fact, this line of work is not easy to mix, talent is quite important, and the acquired hard work is blessed.

Listening to Li Wan'er's words, everyone will have a rough understanding.

"It's hard!"

Lin Meng's work is busy, and it is also very hard, so I understand Li Waner's hardships and work pressure.

"Ms. Li, why haven't I seen your friend?"

chatting about gossip will not go on forever, Zhang Ping'an will return to the topic.

"Oh, she's not here yet, I'll tell you when she arrives."

"Heavenly Master, I'm sorry, I'm not sure when she'll come."

Li Wan'er explained very embarrassed.

"Can you reach her? Or make a phone call! ”

Lin Meng also wants to get down to business as soon as possible, although the environment here is very good and quite lingering.

"Well, I'll try."

At this moment, Li Wan'er picked up her desk mobile phone and made a call, and Lin Meng caught a glimpse of it, which seemed familiar.

"I'm sorry, the phone you dialed is on a call!"

Li Wan'er heard a standard reply tone coming from her mobile phone.

"I'm sorry, my friend's phone is on the phone!"

Li Wan'er put down her mobile phone, quite embarrassed, because she found that every time she made this call, the other side of the phone was always on the phone.

Everyone did not question it, and Li Wan'er motioned for everyone to drink tea again.

"What's your friend's name?"

At this moment, Zhang Ping'an took a sip of tea and asked Li Wan'er again.

Li Wan'er is a particular person, the tea is good, and Li Wan'er's tea ceremony skills are also very good, so she can live with this tea ceremony.

"Rong'er!"

"Li Rong'er!"

Li Wan'er introduced her friends at this moment.

"Ms. Li, let's introduce this Li Rong'er!"

Zhang Ping'an took another sip of tea and said with a smile.

Faced with a series of problems from a ten-year-old child, Li Wan'er was not impatient, after all, Zhang Ping'an's strength, she understood, otherwise she would not have turned to him for help.

"Hmm."

"My friend is a painter who met her boyfriend in her first semester of college and fell in love very quickly."

"Love has been running for eight years, and when each other has a stable job and a considerable income, they decide to enter the palace of marriage."

"My boyfriend died in a car accident, leaving my friends sad, and not long ago, I found out that I was pregnant."

Li Wan'er recounted.

And this information, in the help message, Li Wan'er has already said.

"Ms. Li, I know all this, I want to ask."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to reveal the sadness."

"I just want to know, what happened to your friend after her boyfriend died?"

After Zhang Ping'an finished speaking, he was stunned, he didn't know why he apologized.

Maybe it's the sadness when listening to Li Wan'er describe things.

But Zhang Ping'an didn't understand a little.

Why is Li Wan'er's friend's boyfriend dead, but Li Wan'er is so sad.

And Li Wan'er's heavy performance was noticed by everyone who was seated.

It's just that no one wants to expose it rashly, and they still need to talk about it in detail, or observe it slowly.

"I'm sorry, but I can't tell the story."

"After my friend's boyfriend died, my friend was devastated at his funeral."

"After the funeral, my friend was alone in the house for three months."

"My friend is an orphan who lives at his uncle's house."

"My uncle couldn't stand it, so he tried every means to persuade my friend to get out of the house."

"My body was about to be sad and overly broken, so I went to the hospital under the pressure of my aunt."

"Then, I found out that I was pregnant."

"My friend is puzzled because he never left the house."

"My uncle and aunt were also puzzled, thinking that my friend was inappropriate, so my friend simply moved out of my uncle's house and lived alone."

Li Wan'er explained.

Hearing this, Zhang Ping'an faintly felt that something was wrong, and glanced at Lin Meng.

Lin Meng also looked puzzled.

After tea, Li Wan'er went to the kitchen to prepare lunch, and Lin Meng also went to help.

A group of people's meals, one person has to be busy for a long time.

"Heavenly Master, I always feel that Li Wan'er is weird, but I can't say it."

The others remained in the bamboo pavilion, and Bochen immediately raised doubts.

Zhang Ping'an subconsciously glanced in the direction of the kitchen.

"Well, but I always feel that there is no such thing as Li Rong'er."

Zhang Ping'an frowned.

"Heavenly Master, what do you mean? Li Rong'er is a soul? ”

Haiqiu Dao Chang exclaimed, at his age, he can be regarded as having lived long enough and has seen a lot.

But when it came to the matter of men and women, the head of Haiqiu always lacked that little idea.

"No, no, no, this may not be a problem that we can solve, and we should change to a psychologist."

At this time, Zhang Ping'an shook his head with a wry smile.

"Heavenly Master, what do you mean?"

Wave Dust was stunned again.

At this time, a car came from outside the courtyard, a car driven by a man, and a woman got out of the car.

The woman was smartly dressed and had ear-length hair.

"Aren't you going in?"

The woman asked the man inside outside the main driver.

"Rong'er doesn't want to see me, she should still resent me for driving her away."

"You're Rong'er's friend, I can only turn to you for help, and you're a psychiatrist, you know her situation!"

The man smiled bitterly, he was Li Wan'er's uncle.

"Uncle Li, don't worry, Wan'er is my friend, I will cure her."

The woman smiled firmly.

"Sun Ting, I'm sorry for you."

Uncle Li said gratefully.

Sun Ting waved her hand, the car drove away, and Sun Ting entered the small courtyard by herself and saw everyone under the bamboo pavilion.

"Wan'er, there are friends at home, why don't you tell me!"

Seeing that Sun Ting, who had entered the hospital, was calling, Zhang Ping'an and the others immediately turned their heads to look.

"Heavenly Master, could she be Li Rong'er?"

Haiqiu Daoist frowned and asked Zhang Ping'an.

"Li Rong'er, you're here, sit with my guests first, I'll cook in the kitchen!"

Li Wan'er heard this and shouted in the kitchen.

Sun Ting smiled bitterly, he has been carrying the identity of this Li Rong'er for several months, and now he can't figure out who it is?

"Okay!"

Li Rong'er answered and came to the bamboo pavilion.

"Hello everyone, I'm Li Rong'er."

Sun Ting didn't know who these people were in front of her, so she deliberately introduced herself aloud.

It was to let Li Wan'er in the kitchen hear it.

(End of chapter)