He is paranoid sweet

Chapter 4

Soaking in the warm bathtub, she squinted her eyes for a while, feeling bored, picked up her phone, and opened Weibo habitually.

#Explosion, Sishen is in love.

The word 'explosion' on the right has reached a terrifying crimson.

Gee.

It is indeed the top of the top traffic.

Just when I thought it was that unlucky kid again this time, I clicked on the picture.

In the picture, Qiao Si put Jiang Ci on the wall, the light and shadow stretched under his browbones, a pair of paranoid and cold black eyes, and a shallow arc drawn on his thin lips, light and expensive, and a scum.

And she, with soft eyebrows and soft eyes, smiled frivolously.

The composition also has a bit of artistic beauty.

With a "click", the mobile phone fell into the water and was honored to be killed.

Lips are shaking.

After a while, the unlucky child choked out a word: "Wipe!"

There are many scandals about Qiao Si's suspected relationship, but every time it is the woman who dies miserably.

After wandering the entertainment industry for so long, this is the first time she has hooked up with Qiao Si's name, and it is the kind of hot search for a high-definition [-]-fold stone hammer picture!
She didn't have time to think about her mobile phone at all, she stood up suddenly, put on a bathrobe, turned on the computer in a hurry, and logged into Weibo.

Unsurprisingly, Jiang Ci's Weibo went viral.

【Sishen, do you dare to get involved?Do you deserve it?Three keys for ten yuan, do you deserve them?You do not deserve! 】

[Can you be a little more fake?Want to catch the heat and want to go crazy? 】

[Is it just me who thinks that Jiang Ci is not worthy of Sishen? 】

[Reply: You are not alone. 】

[Reply: You are right. 】

[Take Sishen away, don't make an appointment, a certain bus is too disgusting. 】

……

Sishen's terrifying fan base directly destroyed Jiang Ci's Weibo homepage.

Jiang Ci wanted to post something to clarify, but he couldn't click it at all.

Looking at the 404 on the page, Jiang Ci calmed down for a long time.

Damn, what is this called?

For the first time, Jiang Ci smoked more than three cigarettes on the same day, puffing and puffing to relax her nerves, but it seemed that a hand was disturbing her mood.

Cut constantly, the rationale is still chaotic.

With a bang, Song Shi rushed in, shouting, "Sister, your big devil's call is coming."

The big devil——Jiang Ci's agent, Mo Chenjun, male, the eighth wife is extremely irritable.

Song Shi threw the phone to her as if she had seen a ghost, as if avoiding the plague, lest it would be too late.

Jiang Ci looked at the big and bold "Great Devil" on the screen, felt apprehensive, hesitated for a while, and finally chose to answer.

"Song Shi! Call me your half-buried sister!"

The decibel sound of the groundhog is sharp and deafening.

Jiang Ci's ears were almost useless.

After the sound stopped, she said, "Hi, I'm Jiang Ci."

"Hey, Grandma Jiang, you old man also knows how to answer the phone?" Mo Chenjuan said in a strange way.

Grandma Jiang: "..."

"Hehehe, I almost thought you had been assassinated by Qiao Si's fans!"

Jiang Ci was silent, thinking to himself, it's almost time, the homepage of Weibo has collapsed.

There was no answer over there, and Mo Chenjuan stopped stabbing, "Tell me, what's your relationship with Qiao Si?"

Jiang Ci's face was not red, his heart was not beating, and he said solemnly, "I don't know him."

"Don't know?" Mo Chenjuan laughed, "Your mother's grandma, in the photo, the two of you who are so close are almost merged into one, you tell me you don't know each other? Why did you forget to eat melatonin? You can make up any nonsense."

Jiang Ci: ...

"Or tell me you are a socialist brother-sister relationship? So pure?"

Jiang Ci was speechless and unable to explain.

Mo Chenjuan became impatient, "Hurry up, be honest! Tell me clearly."

Jiang Ci hesitated for a while, and said in a low voice, "If I said, he is my ex-boyfriend, would you believe it?"

There was a long silence, like a century had passed.

The other side also cautiously used their breath, as if they were thieves, "Jiang Ci, do you need to see a doctor...Psychiatrist..."

(End of this chapter)