Chapter 921: Sloppy Brother

Facing the violent jump of the black-faced brother, the live broadcast room was full of 【Hahahahaha】

【Know, know, we are talking about dogs, right, sloppy brother?】

【You don't want your life, daring to say that to sloppy brother?】

【Southerners shivering without bath towels】

【Know you are a southerner, is it necessary to show off with the fan on at 20 or 30 degrees?】

【That is, I'm freezing like a dog, did I say anything?】

【Damn, I really want to work at the anchor's house! No heating, but a fire stove!】

【Move aside, move aside, let me watch Dawang take a bath】

【That is! This is Dawang's first bath!】

【Hiss! That is! Sloppy brother took the topic away! Move aside, move aside, I'm here to watch Dawang!】

The black-faced brother had already surrendered, and at this moment complained: "Stop it, ancestor!"

After such a busy toss, the dogs were not tired at all, but were comfortably served by people to take a bath, wipe their bodies, and even bring them for drying. And Yu Yan and Yanping came out of the bathroom, but both sighed heavily!

The driver is from the newspaper office, and at this moment he also yawned, exhaling a white breath: "Are they all ready? Ready, get on the bus."

Until Wu Lan didn't want to care about that silly child—what kind of physique is Dawang? What kind of towel can wrap it? Bed sheets and blankets should be fine!

Qiaoqiao paused his bubble-rubbing hands, then considered seriously for a moment: "No need, Brother Yanping, I think you are quite good there—I'll wash the first half, you wash the second half!"

The only bad thing is that the policies from the higher-ups were one by one in the middle of this year, the funding was always delayed, and the salary was also delayed... That's it, the newspaper office is quite active in doing things now!

Qiaoqiao was quite curious: "I've been to the live broadcast room to watch the playback, it's really quite interesting. Fans, viewing numbers, and activity are all fine... It's just that things are sold expensively, and you have to grab them... It's a bit outrageous."

"Brother Li, be steady, otherwise it will be very troublesome if it's painted."

Reporter Xiang Jian is a woman in her early thirties. She gave birth to a child at the beginning of the year and has only recently returned to the workplace—but well, the local newspaper office is declining day by day, and now it relies entirely on financial support, so there is no workplace or workplace.

Mother!

She and Song Tan sat at the door, and when the bathroom door opened, they each took a few old towels and covered their heads and faces to rub!

Not to mention, washing eleven dogs in one breath, and if you have to rub and massage... that workload, Xiang Jianhe felt that if he changed his identity, he would let the dog wash him!

Qiaoqiao asked him, and driver Brother Li also pricked up his ears.

It was the second time that the foam was splashing, and it was quite decompressing to rub and rub! And Dawang stood steadily with his eyes narrowed, not resisting at all, obviously quite comfortable!

He sighed: "No, I'm joking with your sister... Come, come, come, wash, let's wash them!"

Yet at this very moment, Song Tan's voice came over: "Brother Yanping, hurry up! If it gets dark and you haven't finished washing the dogs, that won't do!"

"So tired..."

It's outrageous. You have to know that it's August or September, and the Grandpa Qi Lin melon on the side of the road is less than two yuan, and this 70 yuan a jin... robbing money is more subtle than that!

Brother Li also understood—it's for the camera, you have to dress up for an hour or two, it's very painful to get up early in the middle of winter, and then delay an hour to put on makeup...

The public account side also asked two young people to watch it, and they all operated it seriously.

Qiaoqiao said "Hmm": "Don't worry, there's no award ceremony yet."

What are we waiting for the award ceremony for! We know who the winner is just by looking at the data—a rural child doing live broadcasts for a few months, with sales approaching nine figures... That's too outrageous, right?!

Zhang Yanping:... You have this broken mouth! The work is done, but it's not good!

He pouted, and handed Dawang's red bib over: "If not... you go rub the bib."

Otherwise, if you reach out to the higher-ups, you can't even write a performance report! How embarrassing!

"Don't worry, I'll put on makeup after I leave the suburbs. The road was repaired this year, and this side is quite easy to walk, it's all asphalt roads."

Now that the sun sets, the temperature drops sharply, and if there is wind... then you have to hurry up, right?

The words fell and saw Yu Yan look over, with injury on her face: "Xiang Jianhe, do you dislike Dawang?"

Yanping didn't wash the dog, so he poured shampoo and rubbed it. The first time there were no bubbles, so he rinsed it very quickly.

Speaking of this, everyone became interested: "Is it true? Why do I feel the data is too unrealistic? The other two are considered normal, with annual sales of tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands... Why is this first place so much?"

Zhang Yanping was angry: "That's the work of a temporary worker!"

Zhang Yanping:...

They are all old acquaintances, Qiaoqiao is not embarrassed, and after the car left the city, he opened the makeup bag, and while instructing:

"Then is it delicious?"

All are iron rice bowls, just hold on to them!

After rubbing, Dawang's short hair was messy, obviously sloppy.

And the photographer held the camera, and at this moment also yawned: "What about the 【Little Farmer】 organized by our city, is this data true?"

And the reporter from Yuncheng Daily didn't know the hardship of the old Song family, they only lamented that they were on a business trip early in the morning—in the middle of winter, who understands? Woke up at five o'clock to prepare to set off, intending to shoot the steaming farm breakfast!

Yu Yan was rubbing the second time for Xiaobao, the black Cane Corso's hair was shiny, and now mixed with water, the gray dust and grass leaves were washed down, and the rubber was still regretful: "Should I have used conditioner for Dawang just now?"

Photographer also came to the spirit: "How expensive? Can it be more expensive than the boutique in the vegetable market? My wife bought two watermelons here in the summer, good heavens, 20 a jin!"

Photographer was depressed: "I took a private order to go to another place at that time... By the time I came back, I didn't even see the melon skin!"

Qiaoqiao was surprised for a moment, then breathed a sigh of relief!

Xiang Jian is still very willing to listen to advice, and at this moment she stopped rubbing, took the shower head, and her voice was bright: "Mom! You wrap Dawang with a towel!"

I am a driver, it's quite good, everyone's salary is not much different.

But I plan to rinse it when Yu Yan is unwilling: "Xiang Jianhe, you didn't rub Dawang well..."

Yanping was happy: "Oh, you temporary worker, you count what number our family's dogs are ranked? Hurry up, wash them clean before dark, then go into the fire to dry the hair, it won't be cold at night!"

He paused, and suddenly laughed again: "Qiaoqiao, it's not open here, otherwise you wash first, I'll wait for you at the door."

Zhang Yanping looked at the dazzling barrage, and his eyes went black at this moment!

He had a dark face and aimed the lens—there was nothing to aim at, the whole bathroom was squeezed full by the three of them, and any angle was a panoramic view.

After all, local forums, everyone is only interested in eating and drinking, others... don't mention it! ===== CHAPTER 922 =====