Ye Lan: I'm sorry for occupying public resources. My name is Ye Lan. My wound condition was very bad today. After the doctor changed the dressing, the assistant saw that my face looked strange and did not tell me in time. Finally, he saw that the situation was deliberately magnified, so he explained to me. situation.
I have said before that I was too young when I wrote "Lights Out" and I just wrote it based on my feel. There is no style at all, so the changes in my later works are uncontrollable. Moreover, the period of studying art abroad had an impact on me. Very big.
Unexpectedly, my indefinable style turned into a sharp blade, and I was framed as looking for a gunman.
The reason for the frequent changes in IP and writing is because I am a person who only focuses on writing books, so uploading and writing are all handled by my assistant. Other so-called 'evidences' are all false. Now that network technology is developed, a processed picture I think it's ridiculous that it can be used to throw dirty water on others.
Please stop the online violence and harm to me, and thank those who have always supported me. I will continue to create, and my original intention will never change.
After the main speaker spoke, some fans who were afraid to speak seemed to feel emboldened.
'Every day I say I don't want cyber violence, but what are you doing now? Wouldn't your conscience hurt by attacking a person lying in a hospital bed like this? '
'Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Lanlan, I will always believe in you'
'She is Xiang Shilan... She was born with a brother who loves her and has endless money to spend. She is not short of money or love, and she doesn't rely on writing books to make a living. Why would she do something like looking for a gunman that is not good for her? Do? '
Some non-fans also came to summarize: 'Summary: I was injured. You said that I was looking for a gun to frame me. What's the evidence? Those are all p. The question is that my style is not defined as I studied art abroad.'
'Hahahahahahaha, the person above summed it up well. After all the talk, you just refuse to admit it, right? The next step is to send a lawyer's letter.'
'They don't care at all, okay? He showered Ye Lan with so many gifts, and it turned out that his family also had money. This time, he really felt hatred because of love.
'To put it bluntly but rationally, this matter is actually not a big deal. It's not plagiarism, it's just looking for a gun. It doesn't matter to Ye Lan. Besides, her new book has done well this time, so she won't delay others from selling copyrights in the future.'
Xiang Fengyu stuffed the last bite of noodles on the fork into his mouth and clicked his tongue.
[I knew this little fight wouldn’t hurt her]
In fact, Xiang Fengyu didn't expect to be able to trip Xiang Shilan up just by relying on this alone. He just happened to have such an opportunity to throw a bucket of dirty water and kill the opponent's popularity.
"Yueyue, did Xiang Dongchen really kill anyone?"
Looking at Yan Xingyue opposite who was also holding a mobile phone, he asked Feng Yu.
The latter raised his eyelids and glanced at her.
"ask me?"
Xiang Fengyu nodded: "Well, your mouth is open, and you can talk nonsense."
Yan Xingyue, who lives in a haunted "haunted house" and is said to be evil by the outside world, heard this statement for the first time.
"He didn't."
This is the answer from Xiaoyangzi.
Xiang Fengyu nodded: "Xiang Dongchen is so unlucky. I hope the real murderer will never be caught."
Yan Xingyue said nothing, stood up, took Xiang Fengyu's empty plate and went to the kitchen.
Xiang Fengyu looked at his thin back and slowly poured himself a glass of warm water.
[The system... the deceased was killed next to the Internet cafe where Yan Xingyue went. Later, Xiang Dongchen took him away. The two of them talked about something unknown. As soon as we left, the police took Xiang Dongchen away]
Even a fool can figure out the implications.
That person was probably killed by Yan Xingyue, and Xiang Dongchen was probably wronged by Yan Xingyue.
After Xiang Fengyu figured it out, he felt a little scared, and his eyes became more and more determined.
[System, no one can mess with Yan Xingyue]
It's time to strengthen her character.
So Yan Xingyue found his mother and knocked on the door of Xiang Fengyu's room——
Yan Xingyue stopped moving.
"What's this?"
Xiang Fengyu asked with a smile: "What do you mean?"
Yan Xingyue's eyes fell on her wall.
The originally bare and tidy wall was now densely covered with various photos of him, some of him eating, some of him throwing away garbage, some of him coughing, and some of him lying on the bed when he was sick.
Yan Xingyue knew that Xiang Fengyu usually took secret photos of himself, but he didn't expect these photos to be used in this way...
Forget it.
The key to Xiang Fengyu's quilt was printed with a picture of him wearing only a bath towel around his waist, his head covered with foam, facing away from her.
Yan Xingyue: "..." When did you take the photo?
Xiang Fengyu followed his gaze, with a secret excitement on his face: "Every time I cover myself with the quilt, I feel like Yueyue is hugging me, as if I can even smell the fragrance on your body."
Yan Xingyue's long eyelashes like crow feathers trembled.
"you………"
He pointed to three decorative paintings framed above the table.
"Give me your underwear."
When she saw clearly what was framed inside, Yan Xingyue, who had always been as calm as an old dog, had his fair ears stained with crimson, and his lifeless brows and eyes suddenly became vivid because of his illness.
Xiang Fengyu blinked pitifully: "Can't you give it to me? I really like it."
Yan Xingyue said in a rare tough tone: "No."
Is it okay for people with ill intentions to see these people and think you are a casual person?
Xiang Fengyu wilted.
"I am your fiancée. These will be joint property of husband and wife from now on. I just took some away in advance."
She is still struggling.
He didn't know which word hit Yan Xingyue. He stared at the person in front of him for a while, and then he softened a little. He walked in and looked at Mrs. Yan who was playing with the pillow in Yan Xingyue's maid costume when he walked in and looked into Xiang Fengyu's nervous eyes. He was led away, leaving only the words "lock the door from now on", and then left.
Xiang Fengyu looked at the closed door and suddenly raised the corners of his lips.
[Boy, don’t you just like my perverted look but be helplessly tight]
System: [...I think you may have misunderstood]
No normal person would want to argue with a pervert.
Crazy batch is no exception.
This time, only photos are printed on the quilt. Who knows whether you will sleep with Yan Xingyue himself covered next time.
...
After taking Mrs. Yan to her room and coaxing her to sleep, Yan Xingyue returned to her room.
Taking out his mobile phone, he glanced at the online public opinion, and then twitched the corner of his mouth coldly.
His fingers tapped rapidly on the screen, and this continued for nearly ten minutes before he stopped.
Throwing him onto the cabinet aside, Yan Xingyue changed into her pajamas and huddled under the covers.
'Ding'
Hearing the voice, Yan Xingyue was a little confused at first, then turned over and took a look at the phone.
I wish you fart and sex: Brother Hei, are you asleep?
hacker:?
I wish you fart and sex: I am covered with a new quilt and I am so excited that I can’t sleep.
Yan Xingyue closed his eyes.
Over there, Xiang Fengyu was happily harassing her new netizens when Jiang Zhi called her and shocked her.
"I was shocked. I thought Brother Hacker had beaten me."
Jiang Zhi didn't understand what she was talking about, so he picked up the important points.
"Sister, someone sent you a palette hammer to copy Ye Lan's new book."
