I am the most venomous emotional anchor on the Internet, specializing in receiving help from all kinds of love brains. I scold the women who worship money for money, and persuade the violent and scumbag men to break up. My live broadcast room is a gathering place for sober people in the world.
Until I heard a guy with a deep voice who had scored hundreds of rockets. He said: "Anchor, I seem to be terminally ill, but my fiancée said that when I die, she will inherit my inheritance and find true love. Should I bless her?"
I slapped the case and said, "Bless me! Make a will and donate! Then get good medical treatment!"
Later, the businessman who had recovered from his illness blocked me at the door of the live broadcast room, holding the wedding agreement: "The inheritance has been donated as you said. Now, I am going to get married, and my wife will take care of me for the rest of my life, okay?"
