Domineering cute baby: president daddy, you devil!

Tang Xin to his affectionate eyes like the sea, with a smile shook his head, "nothing, I can solve it."

Song Qinbei smile, gently stroked her hair, did not say anything more.

At this time, netizens are still satirizing the blogger, and give his information to the human flesh out - know that he is a failure in the college entrance examination but self-confident man.

He graduated from a similar second University, but he always felt that he had real talent and learning. He was not willing to make do with it. He changed more than ten jobs just two years after graduation.

Netizens know, have expressed disdain - "I go, the original is this kind of garbage, fortunately mean to say other people."

"This kind of person is the enemy of the rich. He can't see others well. He is a poor loser, but he dreams every day that he is so powerful that he can wake up if he scolds him more."

"I think this kind of person is lack of social beating. He is very powerful. Why can't he go to heaven?"

Although the studio has been controlled, apart from fans, there are many netizens who are not willing to let go of the man. Some of these netizens are frustrated in reality. Now they finally find someone worse than them. How can they give up this opportunity to vent their anger.

Things have gone out of control.

The man lives in a dark rental house. The only light source in the whole room is the computer in front of him. But at this time, the sarcastic words on the computer seem to become ghosts crawling out of hell, intending to devour him.

The man's hair is messy. Behind the wide frame is a pair of red eyes. At this time, he is on the verge of collapse. He is crazy and says: "you are all wrong, I am right, I am the most powerful!"

At this time, the phone that never rings on his own initiative rings. The man moves his stiff neck, reaches out his hand and picks up his mobile phone.

There comes a voice that is hard to distinguish between men and women. It should be wearing a voice changer. It sounds very penetrating.

The man heard the voice over the phone: "Zhang Yue, do you hate them? They clearly have no injustice or hatred with you, but they abuse you every day on your microblog. You hate them very much. "

"And Tang Xin, it has nothing to do with you, but because of her relationship, you have to bear so much malice, but she is still bright and high, you hate her."

Zhang Yue heard the voice more and more seeping, as if from the abyss, with the temptation of playing to drag him to hell.

"Do you want to die or not? If you die, it's all over. If you die, Tang Xin and those people are the killers, and they can't be superior and arrogant any more."

Originally, it was a trivial matter, but it developed into this situation. When Tang Xin received Ni Lan's call, he was confused.

Because Ni Lan said: "Tang Xin, the blogger sent a microblog to say that he wanted to live kill himself. He also said that you are all killers. I have already called the police. You ask President song to send someone to the site. You must stop him!"

"Good!" Tang Xin is also flustered at the moment. She has never met this kind of thing before. She rushes up to find song Qinbei and explains her intention. Song Qinbei's eyes change slightly and puts out his hand to embrace her. "Don't be afraid. It will be OK. I'll arrange someone to rush there now."

"Qinbei, we have to go there too. I have to go there myself!" If it really happened because of her, she had to go and stop it.

"OK, let's go." Song Qinbei was more puzzled than distressed when he saw her panic. He had the intuition of a businessman and knew that it was not so simple. It was very likely that someone was behind her back, and the target of this person was Tang Xin.