"Eh? Are you going to sue him?!"
This kind of posting of the photo of the other party without the consent of the person on the scene, which caused a huge amount of reposting, can indeed be filed.
"It doesn't count - contact me first."
Tang Xinrou said "OK" and said, "Then I'll try to find it for you. I think his private mailbox will be full today, right?"
As she spoke, she typed a sentence and sent it out, only to find out—
"Wait! Yay! This guy's account has been blocked!"
Song Yaoyao: "Huh?"
so suddenly.
Tang Xinrou had a faint guess, and she returned to the trending search, and sure enough, the trending search was also down.
"Cough... about this matter, I think you can probably ask your brother Jiaqing~ tsk tsk, you are too possessive~ hehe I won't bother you, see you at school later, bye~"
After hanging up the phone, Song Yaoyao stayed on the bed for a while, and the memories of last night slowly came to mind.
Lingering.
She stood up abruptly.
Not dreaming!
She and her brother have really formalized their relationship and are together!
Song Yaoyao threw down her phone excitedly, rushed into the bathroom to wash up, and changed clothes in one go.
Then rushed downstairs.
"Good morning, Miss Song."
"Good morning Uncle Zhang! Good morning everyone~"
Song Yaoyao walked briskly, as if stepping on clouds, "Uncle Zhang, is brother gone?"
"Not yet," Uncle Zhang cheerfully followed Song Yaoyao, the look in his eyes looking at Song Yaoyao was more than a little bit more kind than before, "Mr. should be waiting for you specially! Before this time, Mr. has already set off for the company gone."
Might not even come back.
Since Song Yaoyao moved into Huo's house, Huo Yunque began to live at home every day, unshakeable.
In fact, the environment of his company's lounge is not worse than at home. When he was busy, most of them lived there. But now, on the contrary, he started to toss back and forth, and he didn't feel tired.
Song Yaoyao rolled her eyes when she heard the words, "Really?"
"Hey, when did Uncle Zhang lie to you? If you don't believe me, ask Mr. Zhang yourself!"
Uncle Zhang followed at the door of the dining room, so he didn't go in.
He ordered the servant to bring up Song Yaoyao's breakfast, while he stood outside with a smile on his face. Everything he looked at today was pleasing to the eye, and everything he looked at was comfortable.
It wasn't until he saw Huo Ningxi with a dark face, who looked like someone who owed him more than a billion, coming from outside, that Uncle Zhang was stunned.
Concerned: "Young Master, what's wrong with you? Didn't you have a good rest at night?"
"No."
Huo Ningxi walked towards the dining room without stopping, Uncle Zhang's eyelids twitched, and he stretched out his hand to stop him, "Master, why don't you wait first?"
"Why should I wait?" Huo Ningxi laughed, "Is there anything shady inside?"
"It's not."
Uncle Zhang was not annoyed when he heard that his tone was very aggressive. He smiled and withdrew his hand, "I'm just afraid that you will be even more unhappy when you see it."
"Oh, I won't."
Huo Ningxi strode into the dining room with a cold face.
He and Song Yaoyao were separated by a minute or two.
The little girl is wearing a red sweater. She wears this bright color, which looks very festive and festive.
She was lying on the man's back, and when Huo Ningxi came in, she was coquettishly coquettish, "Brother, you said you were waiting for me specially, what kind of adults can't lie, you are obviously full of lies!"
Huo Yunque let her toss, curled his lips and shook the newspaper, pushed his glasses and began to read the newspaper.
He's only in his twenties, but with his living habits, he already looks like an old cadre.