Chapter 456 Today Is a Good Day, Let's Cheer Up

Thousands of fans are addicted to the beauty of their female anchors and cannot extricate themselves.

In the next moment, a large piece of red glistened in front of the camera.

Realizing that it was the corner of Ye Wanfei's skirt, she looked up again, only to see the back of the beauty going away.

A glimpse.

Amazing.

Don't forget to swipe the bullet screen before it comes, the familiar sound of gongs and drums can be heard.

? ? ?

Is it Chinese New Year?

Is the Spring Festival Gala about to start?

Question marks float across the screen.

Amidst the beaming music, the four of Ye Wan appeared in front of the camera.

Ye Wan: "Dear fans, everyone..."

Together: Good evening!

Qin Zhiyi: "This is the live broadcast of the four anchors of the Feitian live broadcast platform. We only represent all the anchors of the Feitian live broadcast. To all the fans who follow and support Feitian, let me say..."

Together: I love you!

Xia Weiyang: "Today is a happy day! In the past year, no matter what you have gained, tonight we will invite you to toast to celebrate."

Miao Miao sauce: "Today is a reunion day! No matter where you are,

Our happiness will be with you for a long time! "

Qin Zhiyi: "Today is a day to welcome the new year. Feitian Live will bring you a new experience and eternal happiness every day in the future!"

Ye Wan: "Today is a good day! Let's cheer up!"

Fans: "..."

"On this day of universal celebration..."

Ye Wan smiled and said, "Our four anchors will present this self-entertaining flying party for everyone. The first program is "Evening Fragrance"."

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The fans were taken aback.

The screen went dark.

When the background of the Broadway nightclub appeared in front of the camera, the familiar special effects wind rushed to the face.

Colorful beams of lights staggered across the scene.

In the spacious banquet hall, a touch of old Shanghai style suddenly blended in.

Wearing a peony cheongsam with a white background, Xia Weiyang appeared in the center of the screen with her hair curled up and silk gauze.

"The south wind brings coolness,

The nightingales sing together,

The flowers under the moon fall into dreams,

Only the evening primrose exuding its fragrance..."

Xia Weiyang was singing, Ye Wan was hiding in the dark and playing special effects.

In the corner, Qin Zhiyi in a suit and leather shoes was wearing gold-rimmed glasses and holding Miao Miaojiang in a pale pink cheongsam, dancing gracefully.

Night Shanghai's drunken and rich fans rushed towards us.

Even Qin Zhiyi and Miao Miaojiang didn't know when the dance came out of the camera, and the fans were still immersed in the swaying "Evening primrose".

The next moment, the music suddenly became cheerful.

"The wind is blowing the willows, swish la la la la la.

The water flow of the small river was crashing.

Whose daughter-in-law..."

The screen lit up, and with the sound of "Daughter-in-law", Ye Wan in a big red coat appeared on the screen.

! ! !

"Goddess, do you still remember that you are the number one flying beauty?"

"It can be so earthy and beautiful at the same time, is there no one else besides my sister Wan?"

"The new fan casts her body on the ground! So that's how she conquered you in the first place?"

"In front, I said that I was attracted by splitting bricks with my bare hands, do you believe me?"

"???"

The song was still in progress, and Ye Wan appeared on the big screen with a dazed face, holding a roast chicken to the left and right, and a big goose that was still thumping in his right hand.

The special effects started, dark clouds filled the sky, and heavy rain poured down.

The roast chicken fell off.

The goose flew away.

The fat doll on the back, no, the Barbie doll's hair was bald by Ye Wan.

In the "hahaha" that swiped the screen, Ye Wan cast a horrified wink, turned around and ran back behind the set board.

Ruan Mengran was stunned.

Hundreds of millions of fans blinked, as if they had tasted it.

Tuberose in the 1940s.

Going back to my natal family in the 1950s.

Next, it's the sixties, right?

Dad, Mom, grandparents, come and see...

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