Chapter 80 Tea Caddy
Xiang Wan and Fu Sheng put their heads together to study for a long time, and Xiang Wan also asked his assistant to check to see if the two of them had gone too far and were officially banned.
The assistant said that he didn't hear any wind, and Xiang Wan's Xingtu could still play.
"Then what's the problem?" Fu Sheng asked.
Undecided, Fu Sheng decides to seek help from almighty netizens.
She wanted to post a message on the trumpet account, and she lost half of her account. Fu Sheng suddenly realized that her trumpet had joined the CP fan group, and another party in the CP was now Sitting next to her, Fu Sheng's face was red, pretending that he didn't have this trumpet.
After re-applying for a trumpet, Fu Sheng rushed into the topic area of "Changing a Kind of Life", which is her last happy home.
In Fu Sheng's personal group, Fu Sheng asked: [The person who disconnected the Internet asked, why did Fu Sheng and Xiang Wan's CP topic disappear during the night, and the bubble tea above his head asked what happened? 】
Two minutes after the news was sent, Fu Sheng was tragically covered by the topic leader and dragged into the dark room for private chat. The topic leader said in a serious tone:
【Our teacher Fu and Wanwan are just ordinary colleagues, &—zwnj;cut It's all program effects, please stop your rumor-making behavior, or our legal department will take action! 】
【Wait! 】
The topic team leader found out that Fu Sheng is a trumpet with no three.
【Aren't you the opposite of Heizi? ]
[I warn you, go back to your own territory, and if you pick something up again, you will be smashed! ]
This is the first time Fu Sheng has been scolded and must be scolded, and she has been threatened with legal action. She looked at the head of the topic group with the beautiful photo taken by Fu Sheng on a variety show as her avatar, and fell into a rare silence. .
[I'm not a sunspot, if I were a sunspot, I would be mushy when I cook. 】
Fu Sheng typed this sentence expressionlessly, then spent another three minutes blowing up on himself and Xiang Wan's rainbow farts, exhausting his life's literary talent, and finally forced the team leader to believe that he was really not a sunspot.
It's just a poor person who has just been banned for speaking too loudly.
[Those who don't know are innocent, then I'll tell you now, don't preach that the evening voice is true. 】
【Because they seem to be really real. 】
Fu Sheng: "?"
She tried to understand the logic of the group leader, but found that the logic of the fans claimed to be the body, which made her, a layman, puzzled.
【Is that bad? My fan's CP is real. 】Fu Sheng asked.
[Don't dare to say, don't dare to say! ! ! ]
Team leader &—zwnj; sent three exclamation marks in a row.
[OO love is not easy, if it’s just hype, everyone haha&—zwnj; laugh and have some fun, but if it’s true, the two parties are still public figures, and I’m not sure that I’ll hit the thunder point of some outsiders, those people are full of brains It's all about giving birth and engaging in alpha chauvinism. We are afraid that we will be harassed by others! ]
[Keeping silent is the best protection. 】
Wansheng CP fans go underground, this is their new slogan, &—zwnj; came to control the situation, try to avoid going out of the circle, and came here to avoid disturbing the normal life of the young couple, after all, no one wants to see the top. Xiao Huangwen with his own name is flying all over the Internet.
[I understand the truth, but why are you so sure? 】Fu Sheng asked.
[Confession, sister! If this is not love? ]
The team leader threw out a screenshot of yesterday's live broadcast. It turned out that from the perspective of bystanders, Fu Sheng was so moved that he almost cried.
[Although, I didn’t say this&—zwnj; it must be a confession, after all, I didn’t say I love you to each other. 】Fu Sheng is still struggling.
[Oh, that sister is really disconnected from the Internet. 】
The topic leader threw out the stock at the bottom of the box, which was a screenshot of the chat log. This screenshot was only circulated in a small range in a few groups at first, and every time it came out, it caused an uproar. Some people believed in the speculation of the group owner, and some people questioned that this was a hype.
The team leader was the one who first witnessed and believed. After all, the real timeline is here, and it is impossible for the person who left the chat record to be unpredictable.
Fu Sheng clicked on the small picture, and what caught her eye was the trumpet she had before.
At that time, she was wearing a vest and wanted to infiltrate a certain CP fan resource group. The group owner verified her identity and asked her to submit a self-certification for consumption. Fu Sheng took a group photo of the two of them at home and lied that he took this group photo at the beginning. the little fan.
【Is there a problem with this? 】Fu Sheng had a bad premonition in his heart.
"Sister, is this you?" Xiang Wan said suddenly.
She pointed to the photo sent by Fu Sheng's trumpet in the chat log, and smiled like a little fox who finally caught someone else's handle.
At the same time, a long string of messages from the editor of the topic group leader was also sent.
She first re-posted the screenshot, and used a red pen to circle the delicate tin can that was accidentally caught in the mirror next to Fu Sheng's photo frame.
I reposted the screenshot of the issue of Zhang's "Changing a Kind of Life", which was the scene where Xiang Wan took out the soothing tea for Fu Sheng from his backpack.
Comparing the two, the tea cans are &—zwnj; mold &—zwnj; like.
[When this picture appeared in that group, the first issue of "Changing a Kind of Life" had not yet been broadcast, and it was impossible for anyone to buy the same style. 】
"But... the same tea is not impossible..." Fu Sheng struggled to the death.
"Oh, sister," Xiang Wan chuckled&—zwnj;
"The decoration on this jar was drawn by me."
[The case is solved, Fu Sheng himself sneaked into the CP fan, and she is still looking for resources! 】
With a bang, Fu Sheng hurriedly locked the screen, not knowing how much Xiang Wan had seen, but Xiang Wan was so smart, she should have understood what happened the moment she saw the screenshot.
To put it simply, it is about as if Fu Sheng blew himself up, ran naked in the CP fan circle, and even caused the little fans to help her block the cabinet door.
Fu Sheng: "..."
"It seems that my sister is not good."
Xiang Wan took Fu Sheng's cell phone away and got closer and closer to her, until Fu Sheng was trapped between her and the sofa.
"I told my sister a long time ago that you can't watch those messy things. Why is my sister disobedient?"
"If my sister wants to know about this, why should she ask others?"
"You should come to me."
" I can do whatever you want."
Xiang Wan said something, and Fu Sheng ducked back, until Xiang Wan finished speaking, her back was firmly against the sofa. , in front of him is Xiang Wan's lips, which cannot be avoided.
&—zwnj; Hours later, Xiang Wan’s assistant came to help her pack her luggage, Fu Sheng hurriedly covered her red lips and got up, grabbed the coat on the sofa and put it on her body, then pulled the zipper&—zwnj; to the highest.
Why does she have no assistant, why does she have to pack her own luggage, why does a certain child dare to act so recklessly in the daytime!
Fu Sheng slammed and threw her clothes into the suitcase on the ground. She frantically complained to Xiao Wu in her heart, "inadvertently fell into" a soft embrace.
"Sister, let me help you clean up." Xiang Wan said.
She folded Fu Sheng's clothes and put them in the suitcase, and even rolled her underwear and sealed them in a sealed bag.
"You put it down!" Fu Sheng said.
Xiang Wan held the underwear bag in her hand, and she suddenly felt blessed.
She waved at Fu Sheng like a show-off, and asked, "Sister, will you get up with me and go back?"
"If you don't go home with me, I won't give it back to you." After saying that, Xiang Wan made a gesture. Put Fu Sheng's underwear in his pocket.
"Stop!"
"You still want shame?" Fu Sheng was shocked.
"If I can take my sister home, what should I do with my face?" Xiang Wan asked confidently.
Fu Sheng was speechless, she found that after confessing to the dead child Xiang Wan, she seemed to have a lot of courage, and her face was so thick that it was amazing.
What's even more speechless is that Fu Sheng seems to be eating her set.
The final result was that Fu Sheng got into Assistant Xiang Wan's car, and the two got up to go to the airport. The seats in the cabin were also connected.
But Fu Sheng kept the bottom line, and she insisted on going back to her home.
Don't get too used to this dead child Xiang Wan, every day there is some yellow waste in your mind!
The plane took off, and the road crossed the clouds, crossed more than a dozen time zones, and landed in the city where Fu Sheng settled.
Xiang Wan parted ways with her, she personally walked through the lights of thousands of homes, walked into her home with the smell of food wafting from the neighbors, turned on the lights, and the empty living room remained the same as before she left.
After opening the refrigerator, Fu Sheng cooked himself a bowl of noodles with fresh shrimp, vegetables and poached eggs. After eating the side dishes, Fu Sheng symbolically picked two chopsticks and put the noodles down. He drank the soup with a sigh of relief, and then finished his meal. &—zwnj; The professional cultivation of a female star keeps her dinner half full.
Put the pots and pans into the dishwasher, carry the kettle to water the green plants in your home one by one, and take back the underwear that was washed and dried before leaving and stacked in the closet.
After doing this, Fu Sheng finally had to admit that she originally wanted to keep Xiang Wan calm, but now she misses Xiang Wan.
It was only a few hours apart, but she was already thinking about it.
She tried to keep herself busy, but when the false busyness finally couldn't hold, she sat on the sofa facing the TV—in an instant, loneliness filled her heart like a tide.
If Xiang Wan was here, the house wouldn't be so quiet. For the first time, Fu Sheng found that the solitude she was used to was so unbearable for her, and she would be driven crazy by the boundless silence.
She turned on the TV, trying to add some sound to the house.
The anchor broadcasts the news with a professional smile, the hero and heroine of the idol drama are dying for something big, and the documentary channel is repeating the underwater exploration that has been broadcast 800 times. A watchable one.
Fu Sheng could only take out his mobile phone, Xiang Wan didn't know what he was doing, and he didn't send a single message for a few hours.
Fu Sheng clicked on the familiar orange software, and when he logged into his account, he accidentally logged out of the trumpet he had applied for in the morning. ; a small account password.
Although she has already fallen, that account means fresh and exciting, and there are still briefcases that she has not finished reading. When Xiang Wan is not by her side, she finally extended her sinful hand to the meal replacement.
Fall!
Stuck&—zwnj; Seconds later, Fu Sheng logged into the trumpet account, and the overwhelming private messages poured out. There were red dots everywhere, and the shaking made her eyes hurt.
This three no trumpet, I don't know when it has millions of fans.
She has not used this account to post any public content yet, and fans actually built tall buildings under the greeting content that was automatically released by the Fu Sheng system at the beginning of the account.
&—zwnj; layer &—zwnj; layer content is all &—zwnj; like.
[Mr. Fu, don't worry, we all know that you never use a trumpet, and you never mess with OO relationships, so do you still have a picture? Modo Modo! 】
The author has something to say: Fu Sheng: This number is gone!