Upon hearing Jiang Zhi, Xiang Fengyu's reaction was not as puzzled as before.
"I won't mention it anymore."
"Your black underwear is already dry. If you don't accept it, I will take it away."
Yan Xingyue: "......"
After Xiang Fengyu came to this home, he had already paid attention to storing it in time, but he was still noticed by this devil.
Those were Yan Xingyue's favorite pair of black underwear, and he wanted to defend his right to underwear.
After taking the pair of handcuffs and walking into the servant's room, Yan Xingyue untied him and put on the handcuffs.
Jiang Zhi had been tied up all night, and he had just eaten some biscuits and water that Xiang Fengyu had given him. He was very weak and had no strength to resist even if the rope was untied.
In other words, he never thought of resisting.
Anyone who had seen Yan Xingyue's skillful and ruthless energy when killing people would not be able to play tricks in front of him.
"My mother already knows."
Jiang Zhi asked him.
He didn't care that Yan Xingyue didn't reply, and continued: "Why did you tie me up? For money? But you don't look like you are short of money."
Jiang Zhi sounded confused.
"Twenty million."
He counted.
Before Jiang Zhi could react, he saw Yan Xingyue standing up.
"When will Jiang Zhiying pay the 20 million, and when will I let you go?"
The implication: Don’t think blindly if you have nothing to do, it’s just for money
Jiang Zhi: "..."
...
Taking a look at the comment area as usual, Xiang Fengyu found that there were a lot of people maliciously posting bad reviews recently, and all of them were small accounts with no previous subscription records.
She even used the plot in the comment section as a malicious excuse to tell new readers to run away.
The author does not have the authority to delete comments, but as soon as he opens the comment area, he can see these comments with high likes, which is really disturbing.
In addition to comments such as "Thanks for the lightning protection", all the comments from readers who helped her explain were suppressed below.
"Bad news: Got screwed."
Xiang Fengyu sighed.
System: [Where’s the good news? 】
She raised her lips and said, "Good news: I'm still on the list."
This is also thanks to her big benefactor, a reader with the online name 'Y' who keeps giving her rewards.
"There have been a lot less comments about Xiang Shilan, and the number of attacks on me has increased. Those who are optimistic about me do not dare to speak out to help because of my 'black history.'"
Xiang Jia was afraid that she wouldn't be able to tell that she was being fucked.
...
Zhang Xiaoqing is an ordinary office worker, and his biggest hobby is reading novels.
She was once a loyal fan of "Lights Out" and signed Ye Lan's book without any brains, but what she waited for was disappointment again and again.
Until she saw "Muyu", the new book by the famous 'plagiarist' that caused a sensation many years ago.
'Now I really feel that Ye Ting Feng Yu is the original author of "Deng Ming Ming"... Her book is on par with Yue Gui's book in my heart.'
Such a controversial comment was washed away within minutes.
'Mom, are you okay? Is it still reasonable to watch plagiarism? '
"I don't know who wrote it when the lights go out, right? Go see an ophthalmologist."
"Don't take me with you. Ziweixing is not on the same level as you." '
'Layer! You are so popular now, forget about it later'
'Newcomers looking for popular science, who is Yue Gui? '
"Wangshan" was written by Yuegui.
'ah! The one that’s been super popular lately! It turns out that the author's name is Yue Gui, but I didn't even notice.'
'It's so funny that our new author, Yue Gui Baibai, has just entered the industry. He listens to the wind and rain at night and rarely comes to get involved with rotten fish and shrimps.'
Zhang Xiaoqing looked at these curses and switched the interface with some sadness.
"It would be nice if there was evidence..."
She is a practitioner of writing herself and is very keen on writing. In private, the more she compares Deng Mingming and Muyu, the more frightened she becomes.
Subconsciously, he glanced at Jinye Tingfengyu's scarf, and Zhang Xiaoqing was about to paddle away——
'Your attention Ye Ting Feng Yu is being broadcast live'
She was startled and subconsciously opened the live broadcast room.
Xiang Fengyu adjusted the camera position and pointed the camera at the keyboard on his desk. When he saw people coming in, he said hello: "Hi, welcome to Duixing Qingqing."
Twilight Qingqing: The live broadcast of code words is now open.
Xiang Fengyu sat down without taking his eyes off the barrage: "Well, I heard that this way you can focus more on typing."
Dusk Qingqing: Are you writing about wooden fish?
Xiang Fengyu glanced at his screen.
"Well... that's right."
While the two were waiting to chat again, a group of people who got the news rushed into the live broadcast room.
'Sister Da, you are really brave to start the live broadcast at this time'
'Don't tell me, Ye Ting Feng Yu's hands are quite pretty.'
'This table...is not as beautiful as our Lanlan table'
'Of course not. What is Lanlan's identity? I can see that the conditions of Yeting Fengyu's family are not very good.'
'Is this how I'm going to make money through live streaming?'
Xiang Fengyu concentrated on coding and didn't notice the changes in the barrage at all.
While she was concentrating, there was a sudden knock on the door behind her, and then in her surprised eyes, Yan Xingyue walked in with a cup.
Xiang Fengyu:?
Rare visitor! Didn’t you say that even if you were killed, you wouldn’t even step into my house?
Yan Xingyue did not squint or glance at the wall or bed.
"Just soaked it, wake up."
The slender jade-like hand holding the azure porcelain cup flashed past the camera.
The barrage was silent for a moment.
'Holy shit! ! ! I can’t stand the hand control! Who is this! ! '
'Oh my god, Ye Ting Feng Yu is getting married? ? Or do you think you're married?
'impossible! Maybe he's his younger brother'
'I am willing to marry Ye Tingfeng Yu's younger brother, even if I get rich or lose weight! '
Xiang Fengyu gestured with his mouth that he was live broadcasting.
Yan Xingyue glanced at the mobile phone set aside.
"Well, come to me after you finish writing."
I saw it, but did not suppress the voice at all.
Xiang Fengyu was led by him and asked in a low voice: "What's the matter?"
Yan Xingyue raised her hand and wiped away a strand of hair stuck to her neck: "Feed the dog together."
Xiang Fengyu: "..."
Jiang Zhi, repayment starts with being a dog.
The barrage exploded.
'Where is the voice control army! ! What's going on with these two people? I thought I was listening to a radio drama! ! ? '
'What? Isn’t this a live broadcast room for online recording of radio dramas? '
"You need someone to accompany you when feeding a dog. Tell me which sister or brother does this?" '
'You damn girl, you're so lucky to have found someone with such a nice voice'
'...You have a nice voice but you look ugly. I heard that Ye Ting Feng Yu is a popular person. Maybe her boyfriend is a fat guy with greasy hair.'
'Wait a minute... let's not talk about the appearance. I'm the only one who noticed that that cup is an antique from hundreds of years ago, used by a certain emperor! ! '
'I just wanted to say it... This table is the work of Master XX from Country X. He makes one every year. The one in the lower right corner bears the Master's signature.'
Everyone was silent.
None of them expected that Ye Ting Feng Yu, who had been criticized crazily for a long time, seemed to be a rich woman.
It's a pity that Xiang Fengyu can't see the barrage now, otherwise she will definitely kowtow and apologize to this 'broken table' that she has complained about countless times.
After the live broadcast ended, Xiang Fengyu stood up and stretched his muscles.
"Yueyue, I have decided."
"On the day Xiang Shilan returned to China, I used this account to appear on the live broadcast, explain my identity, and beat her to death."
