She became popular after going on an ensemble with her ex-boyfriend

Chapter 125 Killed with one move!
Charlotte was about to take a rest at this time, when she saw Rong Yu with red eyes: "I really didn't know you were Cay, I'm usually too busy filming, I don't have time to surf the Internet, I'm just a 2G youth, you don't care about me Bar."

This said.

She is always stingy, isn't she?

After getting along with her for the past few days, she has developed a kind of defensiveness towards Rong Yu, and when she hears her talk, she always feels that there is a pitfall.

Charoy didn't see the camera behind her, but consciously took three points carefully.

There was laziness between her brows and eyes, and the corners of her lips twitched slightly: "My fans don't even know."

The countenance and tears fell down, and there was a bit of pity for me.

"I really want to help you talk, but I'm just stupid and speak too straight."

Charlotte: "..."

The brother who secretly took the camera was so soft in his heart.

When the director saw this scene, he quickly cut to the live broadcast room.

[Isn't this figure from the back Charlotte? 】

【Our Goddess Rong is crying so pitifully, woohoo】

【Obviously it was tolerance and framing others first】

【Fairy sheds tears, you know how to play】

[Tear it up, tear it up, tear it up]

Xia Luoyi felt that she had to cry at this time, and acted out a scene of sisterly love. Standing there, she didn't look like a perpetrator.

However, seeing Rong Yu like this, she didn't even bother to act.

Charlotte asked casually: "What do you think is the difference between learning and plagiarism?"

Rong Yu, who was crying so much that the pear blossoms were raining, was suddenly stunned by the question, and he even forgot to cry.

Charlotte: "I see that you have been helping me, saying that I am studying, not plagiarism. I think, do you not know the difference between the two?"

Now, if Rong Yu said that he knew the difference, he would undoubtedly be admitting that he was setting up Xia Luoyi.

If you say you don't know the difference, it seems that she and a public figure are particularly ignorant.

The point is, she has been pretending to be a top student before, and everyone on the Internet knows that she graduated from the United States with a master's degree...

Under the camera, she suddenly didn't know where to put her hands, and felt like she was caught in it.

[Ah, it was killed with one move! 】

[As for the promised master, learning and plagiarism can't be distinguished, so the thesis should not be transported. 】

[u1s1, the United States has done a double check, but I can't tell the difference, where can I graduate? 】

【This reminds me of someone...】

It was the big cameraman from just now who left the tripod and walked up to Rong Yu: "Your mic is making noise."

After finishing speaking, Rong Yu opened his big innocent eyes: "Really? Thank you."

Rong Yu readjusted the position of Mai, and walked away pretending to be natural.

Seeing the camera brother walking back to the tripod, Xia Luoyi realized that the scene just now might have been broadcast.

...

Sheng Ming took his computer to the rooftop alone.

There is silence here, and the sky is full of stars.

He read all the information about Xia Luoyi sent by Sheng Qinfeng in the past three years.

Then, he took his mobile phone and called Sheng Qinfeng: "I'm going to do something."

"it is good."

Sheng Ming's voice was low: "Get rid of those early news before Xia Bo."

Xia Bo is Xia Luoyi's biological father.

After taking over the ancestral property, the management was not good, and one factory after another collapsed.

He didn't take it seriously either, and had no interest in the leather and plastic factories at home.

Instead, he took a sum of money and went to Southeast Asia to work hard, and later started the gaming industry.

At that time, some newspapers reported, “Under the economic crisis, the gaming industry has sprung up like mushrooms after rain.”

As a result, it was sealed up before opening, and Xia Bo fled back in disgrace all the way.

After failing to start a business, he became obsessed with calligraphy and painting.

Until the house caught fire and his calligraphy and paintings were destroyed, he began to be depressed, drinking and fighting all day long, making troubles and making news.

The 38-year-old lives like a rebellious teenager.

Every time it's on the news, it's not good news.

In the same year, Xia Bo and his wife Qin Ai divorced, and their daughter was brought up by his wife.

These were originally the private affairs of the Xia family, but Xia Luoyi's traffic has also increased now. She is the self-media creator with 800 million fans and the screenwriter of the Bai Lan Award.

Although these are only small circles, there are millions of traffic.

Coupled with the blessing of the current relationship, more people will stare at her in the future.

Sheng Ming erased this so that she would not become a target for someone to attack.

Seeing the name Xia Bo, he suddenly thought of one thing.

He turned on the computer and found an ancient painting in the photo album. The personal seal in the lower left corner was the word Xia Bo in Xiaozhuan script.

Many calligraphy and painting collectors have the habit of affixing their seals on the margins.

He looked at the electronic calendar, and there was a conspicuous birthday reminder this month.

Sheng Qinfeng on the other end of the phone was still connected to the line. According to his professional code, the boss Sheng Ming didn't hang up the phone. Even if he hung up all the time, he had to wait online.

Sheng Ming moved his lips towards the phone: "Within ten days, find all Xia Bo's collection of paintings that can be found on the market, and you will deliver them yourself."

Sheng Qinfeng supported his forehead, and after accepting such an important task, he immediately understood what it meant: "Okay."

His cousin, the way of chasing people looks very domineering, but he is a little bit of an assistant.

I don't know if the assistants to the chairman all over the world want to help the chairman chase women, or if he is the only one.

...

At 09:30 in the evening, everyone received a message from the program group on their mobile phones.

"After a few days of traveling together, I believe that you already have some good feelings for someone in your heart. Now please write an anonymous letter to the opposite sex and deliver it to the mailbox at the door. After half an hour, if you receive a letter, the bedside lamp will It will light up, and you can go to the mailbox at the door to check for incoming letters."

Charlotte got up, went to sit at the desk, and wrote a very polite sentence on the paper: "I've had a hard time taking pictures today."

This is a letter I want to write to Sheng Ming.

But before she could stand up, she crumpled the paper into balls.

She wrote a paragraph again: "Today's Lanzhou ramen is delicious."

For some reason, the image of her feeding Sheng Ming's lamb kebabs at night came to mind again.

The picture of him biting off the mutton in front of her.

Her palms suddenly sweated inexplicably, and her heartbeat felt faster than usual.

She crumpled up the letter paper again and threw it into the trash can next to it.

Until now, she realized that she had been thinking hard about how to write a letter to Sheng Ming.

In other words, why should she write a letter to this scumbag?
If you don't write, whoever loves to write will write.

She was suddenly angry again.

Looking at the last piece of paper in front of her, she wrote a sentence and threw it into the mailbox at the door.

Then, she lay back on the bed and swiped her phone for a while.

Ten minutes later, Hang Ximu finished writing the letter outside, went back to the room, and waited for the bedside lamp together.

When it was five minutes to ten, the photographer came in again holding the camera.

Seeing the cameraman standing in front of her eyes, Charoy suddenly became nervous.

Obviously looking at the phone, but his eyes casually glanced at the bedside table.

The 5 minutes passed by incomparably long.

At ten o'clock sharp, she saw that the bedside lamp was on.

She sat up straight, got up and went to the mailbox outside, and was stunned when she saw the letter in the mailbox.

(End of this chapter)