After dressing as a fake daughter in the control group, I was spoiled by the group

Miss Hong: "..."

Jiang Yunmo's tone and attitude when he spoke were extremely sincere.

It didn't sound like a joke at all.

Sister Hong was a little flustered, as if she had remembered something, she reminded: "Don't send me random Weibo."

Jiang Yunmo paused when he switched his phone and clicked on Weibo.

Why do everyone have mind reading skills, so they can know that they do certain things.

Reluctantly, he agreed, "I know."

On the other end of the phone, Sister Hong explained something uneasy

Jiang Yunmo went in with his left ear and out with his right ear.

He smiled at Jiang Jiang.

Jiang Jiang was a little tired, so she simply waved her hand to indicate that she had gone upstairs.

Jiang Yunmo was a little worried.

"Sister Hong, can you wait until tomorrow if you have something to say, I have something to do right now."

Miss Hong: ...

hang up the phone.

Jiang Yunmo followed Jiang Jiang's pace: "Jiang Jiang, wait for me...I have something to tell you."

Waiting for him was Jiang Jiang who walked into the house without looking back.

He reached out and closed the door quickly.

The gorgeous Jiang Yunmo was shut out again.

……

Inside the small dark rental house
Jiang Qingqing looked at the Weibo interface where the topic popularity continued to rise.

The whole person smiled contentedly.

Live it!

Who told Jiang Jiang to be so arrogant in his daily life.

It's really God helping her too.

The photo in the detention center was what she saw in Jing Yu's study.

At that time, I didn't know what happened, so I stuffed this photo into my pocket by some coincidence.

There seemed to be a voice in my heart telling her constantly: It will come in handy!
This photo will definitely come in handy someday.

So she kept this photo, but she didn't expect that this photo would come in handy one day.

Jiang Qingqing exuded a ferocious light in her eyes
This time, I want to let her taste what it's like to be ruined.

Better to let her go to hell and never get up again.

Cold.

The phone on the table lit up, and he glanced at the caller ID.

Jiang Qingqing was a little ecstatic.

Not yet, when she opened her mouth to say: "Brother Jing Yu", she heard Jing Yu's indifferent voice from the other end of the phone: "Delete the photo, remove the navy you bought, and let the topic continue."

A series of instructions, all with an orderly tone.

Jiang Qingqing was stunned for a moment, with a flustered expression on her face, but then she smiled, grabbed the phone vigorously, and asked pretending not to understand: "What are you talking about? I don't quite understand."

The warning in the voice on the other end of the phone became more and more obvious: "Jiang Qingqing, it's not like nothing will leave traces."

"..."

Jiang Qingqing panicked, still struggling, "I still don't quite understand what you mean."

She gritted her teeth: "You can't wrong me... You can't think that I have a conflict with Jiang Jiang and think that I did this thing. I didn't do this thing. I really didn't do this thing."

"You should think about whether Jiang Jiang offended someone, and that's why he was targeted like this."

Jiang Qingqing finished speaking in one breath, "I heard that she has offended many people recently."

"Jiang Qingqing, do you think everyone is as stupid as you?"

"Delete."

"..."