Xu Chuanchuan, who was sent a "good person card" for no reason, was a little confused. She took a screenshot to An Ji and asked, "What do you mean by her words?"
An Ji: "Fuck! Did you secretly write meat for her [shocked] OK, little hot, it's all right, it's promising [thumbs up]"
Xu Chuanchuan: "I don't have it!"
An Ji: "Then what exactly did you do to her [pick nose]"
Xu Chuanchuan: "How would I know..."
At this time, some people in the reader group are also talking about this.
—Wow wow wow, look at it, someone threw a lot of deep water for you @爱食马香汤.
-It's this passerby again, what a shame. By the way, is this local tyrant in our group
- Shouldn't it be there? We don't know either.
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Usually, Xu Chuanchuan will respond when someone is @@, but now she is a little confused, and she is still pondering the few words that passer-by A left her comment.
Unable to figure it out, she thought again: "Why do you throw so many thunders on me?"
The chapter that was voted in didn't have any exciting content, and the comments were less than other chapters. Xu Chuanchuan couldn't understand. Ray is passionate
It seems that this passer-by is not only willful, but her cuteness is also very strange...
Xu Chuanchuan went to harass An Ji: "She suddenly voted me so many deep waters, I'm a little panicked. Her reader account registration time is very short, do you think she was hacked?"
Thinking of this possibility, Xu Chuanchuan logged into Weibo, clicked on the avatar of the familiar blue sea, and sent a private message to the other party: "Sister, have you been hacked?"
no respond.
Anji: "I don't think it's likely to be hacking."
Xu Chuanchuan: "Why?"
Anji: "That person tried so hard to steal someone else's account. Seeing that there was so much money in the balance, he must have used it to buy his favorite article or vote for his favorite author. Why should they vote for you? Unless the account is stolen. People are your readers. Look at the soft girls in the group, do they have the ability?"
What is the ability to hack...
Xu Chuanchuan took a peek at the active readership group, silently.
These are just the guesses of the two of them, and the specific situation will have to be explained by Passerby A himself.
When she was stunned, An Ji sent her another message: "There is another possibility, she may be scolding you."
Xu Chuanchuan: "Watt???"
An Ji: "You think, five Shenshui is five hundred yuan, and Jinjiang deducts half, and it will be two hundred and fifty in your hands. This reader is a thief, and you don't know how to scold you in a different way. You are still in that silly music. ."
Xu Chuanchuan's mouth twitched: "Fuck you."
Ansai: "o(*≧▽≦)ツ┏━┓"
There was still no movement in the Weibo private message, Xu Chuanchuan put his mobile phone aside to take a shower.
At the same time, Murong Shi was soaking in the bathtub. The mask covers her face obediently, and outlines her facial features as if they were carefully carved. Her long eyelashes were wet with water vapor, she closed her eyes tightly, emptied her mind, and let her body relax.
After soaking for an hour, Murong Shi came out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel, exuding a hot air all over her body, which was quickly blown away by the cold air.
With a height of 1.73 meters, Murong Shi's skeleton is not as petite and slender as other girls, and of course she can't be called strong. Her natural clothes rack is thin where it should be thin and straight where it should be straight. She is very thin, and the fat on her body has gathered to the position of her chest and buttocks. She is wrapped in a white bath towel, and has a beauty of "like holding a pipa and half covering her face".
A drop of water slowly slid down the elegantly curved neck, slid over the collarbone, and finally sank into the neckline without her noticing.
The thick woolen carpet wrapped her bare feet like jade. She walked towards the big bed when she suddenly heard someone knocking on the door.
"Xiao Shi, are you asleep?"
Murong Shi tightened the towel on her body and walked over to open the door: "Mom, are you still up at this late?"
Murong Mingshu was wearing plain satin pajamas, her hair was parted, she frowned, and said, "I was going to sleep."
"What's wrong?"
"Didn't your Aunt Lian meet a kind person today? Since we have her contact information, I'm wondering if I should ask her out for a meal."
People who believe in Buddhism pay attention to karma and retribution, and Murong Mingshu has always been very thoughtful in these matters.
Murong Shi was not surprised at all, she thought for a while, and said, "No need, Mom, I already thanked that person for Aunt Lian today."
Murong Mingshu was surprised: "Have you thanked you? When? How did you thank you?"
Murong Shi picked up the key points and said, "I gave her something."
"what?"
Murong Shi pondered for a while and said, "Money."
Murong Mingshu opened her mouth and said, "People helped you Aunt Lian, and you used money to send them away. This...this is too..."
Murong Shi bent her knees, leaned her back against the wall, and said with a smile, "Too tacky? Don't you have to spend money to invite her to dinner?"
Murong Mingshu said anxiously: "That's different! I originally wanted to invite her to dinner with your Aunt Lian and thank her in person. Alas—forget it, since you've already thanked you, then... that's it. Bar."
Murong Shi breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Is there no regrets? It's getting late. Go to bed now. The Buddha said staying up late is not good for your health."
Murong Mingshu was gently pushed by her, but she was not annoyed and said, "You must go to bed earlier too."
"I know, good night."
"Good night."
After closing the door, Murong Shi was not so obedient. She tore off the half-moist towel from her body, went barefoot into the cloakroom next door, changed into her pajamas, went to bed, and picked up her phone.
Out of some psychology, she logged on to Weibo in a ghostly way, thinking that there were really unread messages.
Love to eat Mala Tang: "Sister, have you been hacked?"
girl? Murong Shi raised his eyebrows, and then felt inexplicable.
There is no poem in the feelings of a girl: "What hacking?"
Love to eat Mala Tang: "You haven't slept yet? It's like this, I saw you throw five deep-water torpedoes for me today, and you left a comment that I can't understand, so I wonder if your account has been hacked? "
Then two screenshots "Swish" were sent, which were the five records of "Passerby A" throwing mines.
Murong Shi knew what was going on at a glance, and thought for a while.
There is no poem in the girl's feelings: "I didn't get hacked, I just voted for you."
Love to eat Mala Tang: "Huh? So many? But why... Do you like that article very much [Xingxingyan]"
like? so so. Murong Shi is now accustomed to using her novels as hypnotic readings before going to bed.
Wouldn't that be too shocking
Thinking that she helped Aunt Lian today, Murong Shi's heart softened. Forget it, don't tell the truth.
A girl's feelings are always poems: "It's okay."
Okay? ?
After reading the three-word reply, Xu Chuanchuan felt very delicate. But only for a moment.
I don't like to invest so much thunder, is it because there is too much money and nowhere to spend
Xu Chuanchuan didn't believe her words. Following "willful" and "rich", Xu Chuanchuan added another label to this passerby - arrogant.
arrogant.
Love to eat Mala Tang: "Then why do you praise me as a good person?"
A girl's feelings are always poems: "Guess."
Xu Chuanchuan: "..." Really arrogant.
Murong Shi didn't like to play such childish tricks. She deliberately avoided Xu Chuanchuan's question, because she knew that she would lose the horse after she said it.
As for how she knew it was Xu Chuanchuan who helped Aunt Lian, it dates back to four hours ago.
After Aunt Lian came out of the shower, she pointed to the landline phone in the living room and asked Murong Mingshu, "Can I find the call record? I want to call that beautiful woman, say thank you, and tell her that I have arrived safely."
Aunt Lian spoke to Murong Mingshu in her native language, which Murong Shi could not understand. Murong Mingshu helped translate, and Murong Shi was responsible for calling up the call record from the landline.
Aunt Lian used the newly purchased old man's phone to dial the other party's number. The phone is so loud that it doesn't need to be broadcast, and the people next to you can hear the call clearly.
When the person over there spoke, Murong Shi felt that the other person's voice was very familiar, and she also heard Aunt Lian calling him "Miss Xu" in Mandarin.
Even if the sound is similar, the surname is still the same, how can there be so many coincidences in the world
Yet it was such a coincidence.
Murong Shi was not sure, she sent the number to Linda, and Linda quickly replied: "This is Xu Chuanchuan's mobile phone number, do you have anything to do with her?"
Murong Shi: "It's okay, just ask."
On the phone, Xu Chuanchuan resolutely didn't want anything from Aunt Lian. Aunt Lian was both annoyed and moved. After the call, she said with emotion, "Miss Xu is such a great person!"
In order to express her gratitude to someone for "seeing injustice", Murong Shi quietly logged into the Jinjiang APP and threw five deep-water torpedoes in one go.
Murong Shi retracted his thoughts and looked at the phone with concentration.
Love to eat Mala Tang: "Don't guess, I'll just assume that you really like my text [shy]. I'm going to code, good night in advance~[Moon]"
Xu Chuanchuan originally wanted to say "Momada", but thought that the other party didn't seem to like her rambling, so he changed it to good night.
Murong Shi stared at the last two words in a daze. In addition to her parents, she would not say goodnight to her best friend, and this was the first time she had received such a greeting.
She was not used to it, and after a long time, she slowly typed those two words.
There is no poem in the feelings of a girl: "Good night."