About the fact that my opening elf is Little Nebula

Lu Qingqing pointed to Fu Yisheng and answered the audience's question: "He was by my side when I registered, and his hands are faster than mine."

As soon as he finished speaking, the barrage flashed by one after another.

"Woo, it's even sweeter, Yan Xin!"

"It's so sweet that it lasts forever!"

“It’s true that good men belong to other people’s families. They live their lives like a sweet pet novel!”

"What novel?"

"The domineering president falls in love with his little wife!"

"Will Mrs. Fu publish a book?"

"What book will you publish?" Lu Qingqing asked strangely when an audience member asked.

Fu Yongchang looked at the screen and said: "They said they wanted to see my aunt write an autobiography about her relationship and married life with her uncle. They would definitely support it. Some viewers also said that many successful people like to publish books and write about them. Write down your life experiences and pass them on to future generations.”

Lu Qingqing shook her head and smiled, then turned to look at Fu Yisheng, "A friend from the audience gave me a good idea. I can record everything about us. When we are in our later years, we can reminisce about the sweetness of the past together. As for publishing a book, forget it."

As long as you know about sweet love and marriage, you don't need to let outsiders watch.

She had already thought of the title of the book, and it was called "My Sweet Life". It was simple and crude, and was used to record every bit of their lives.

"Good idea!" Fu Yisheng agreed.

The audience in the live broadcast room heard their words and screamed in protest!

"How can you just show it to yourself? Show it to us, let us feel what happiness is and share our life experience!"

"Mrs. Fu, please change your mind!"

"Mrs. Fu, you will lose us if you do this! Please don't lose us!"

After listening to Fu Yongchang finish reading in one breath, she said with a smile: "Okay, I am a pregnant woman now. Pregnant women have the right to be willful. Pregnant women need to go home and rest. I will answer the last question."

After hearing this, the barrage suddenly flew up.

"Gee, I gotta think about it!"

"Is Mrs. Fu pregnant with a little prince or a little princess? Ah, no, when preparing the delivery package, should I prepare blue clothes or pink clothes?"

"Whether it's a boy or a girl, the baby will be the richest in the world."

"Mrs. Fu's clothes are beautiful, not fancy, simple and elegant, and very high-quality! Which brand is it? Can I buy it?"

"Please have the same style! Please have the same style!"

"We ordinary citizens definitely can't afford it. Rich people all wear haute couture, the kind of clothes that will be scrapped after just one wash!"

"No! I have the same style as Mrs. Fu's."

“I also have a T-shirt dress like Mrs. Fu’s, and it was on sale and cost me more than 100!”

"I think I bought it too."

Lu Qingqing smiled and answered the audience who asked about clothes: "The clothes my sisters gave me are made by them. The material of the coat is thin but the quality is very good. It is made of wool and does not shed lint. The price is not expensive. The domestic price is One thousand eight hundred yuan. Besides, except for dresses, I rarely wear clothes that are discarded after one wash."

Fu Yongchang had an idea and said to the camera: "Yes, that's right, it's the one you were thinking of, Mingyuan Clothing!"

They are all smart people, just stop there.

Fu Yongchang discovered a business opportunity. In addition to live broadcasting the life of the upper class, he could also bring private goods, such as selling goods.

He was so good-looking and his clothes must have been easy for others to imitate.