Her Sniper

Originally, the peace under the microblog has gradually become a war of tearing and forcing.

However, Yefeng also ignored this, as if he didn't see it. He silently sent another microblog and synchronized it to INS account -

"time is not the standard to measure a designer, work is."

This sentence seems to be nothing, but connecting it with your previous discussion is obviously his response.

Many netizens praised Yefeng's "big pattern", "high pressure" and "this is the temperament of an artist".

Of course, Yefeng didn't live up to everyone's expectations. From time to time, he would send an article to make some suggestive reply with Gao Bingge's words.

The comparison between Yefeng's poems and Wen's poems has always been hot, so the magazine column made a special telephone interview and opened the pre-sale one week ago.

On the day of pre-sale, the magazine was packed.

However, the magazine did a very good job. The whole process was orderly and orderly, and the staff were very polite and considerate. They even presented a small fan for fear that everyone would feel hot after waiting too long.

Some people boasted a few words, but the staff said that it was Yefeng who ordered it. They just did it.

In the evening, a series of follow-up comments came out.

"Sure enough, this wild wind is much better than Miranda, judging from the details."

Some fans also like Wen Shishi, so they stood up and said, "Miranda is not so bad. Besides, the two people are not necessarily the same gender. What's the difference?"

In addition to Yefeng's diehard fans, most people still agree with the latter. When the storm of comparison between the two gradually faded, the magazine published the telephone interview record.

In the interview, the reporter's question is also very direct and sharp, but Yefeng's answer always means not clear.

"Everyone is very curious about your gender. Don't you know if it's convenient to disclose it?"

"This, always know, not urgent."

"Well, what's your opinion about the comparison between you and Wen Shishi, which was very noisy on the Internet before?"

"I don't like to compare with others, but I don't like to be compared with others. After all, I haven't lost since I grew up."

"That is to say, do you think you are better than Wen Shi?"

"I never like to say empty words. I don't have the right to interfere. I just want to say, speak with works."

"Very aggressive reply, of course, we are looking forward to your next work, so the last question is for fans, are you still single?"

"Ha ha, people like us who are devoted to the works have no chance to get married and have children. Unlike Wen Shishi, I am very happy now. Maybe I can only live with the works for the rest of my life."

Although Ye Feng didn't compare with Wen Shi on the surface in the interview, there was a message between the lines that she was better than Wen Shi.

That night, Yefeng posted a photo on his microblog, which shocked many people who stayed on his microblog.

What Yefeng released is a silhouette of a character. Although the picture is blurred, the facial outline of the character is not clear. It is not difficult to see that this is a picture of a young woman.

A lot of people have exploded. Microblog is divided into three camps.

"It's windy. Is that you?" This is the netizen who guessed Yefeng's identity.

"This must be Yefeng's girlfriend!" This is a part of the netizens who think that Yefeng is a man.

"Although the man above has only one vague profile, he is definitely a beautiful woman looking at his figure!" It's part of simply praising the photo.

There are also some ingenious netizens who have started the game below, and they are all guessing who is on the photo released by Yefeng.

"It's open. It's open. The ratio is one for one. Come on, buy and leave."

"I bet it's Yefeng himself, absolutely."

"Yefeng, his daughter, gather here"

"Yefeng, his girlfriend!"

Gu Yuwei looked at the comments and couldn't help laughing. This session of netizens, the brain hole is really too big.

She looked at almost, in the heat of the highest guess is wild wind I comment below the reply: "a little bit not shot well, next time change angle shot."

This sentence set off a storm under the microblog. Many people did not expect that Yefeng would be so young and talented.

"We don't understand the world of genius. It's amazing that we have achieved so much at such a young age."

"I feel like she's the same as Wen Shishi. She's a leader in the industry. I can't refuse."

"I unilaterally declare that Yefeng will be my goddess from now on and will not accept refutation."

"This is definitely another talented female designer after Wen Shishi. It's amazing!"

Gu Yuwei looked at the comments under the microblog and couldn't help being happy.

Holding her mobile phone, she could not help laughing and imagining the picture after Wen Shishi was defeated: "ha ha ha, wait for me to beat you step by step in your field, and see how you can beat up!"Because of the mysterious style of Yefeng, there are no bad comments at the bottom, all of which are praise.

Gu Yuwei just looked at the comments being refreshed and boasted in an all-round way. This kind of feeling is like being flattered by others continuously and changing the pattern.

It's refreshing.

She was so happy to stare at the comment interface.

Gu Yuwei coughed two times, probably tired of laughing. She put down her cell phone and poured herself a glass of water.

"How cold it is!" She frowned, a little angry, "are all the servants dead?"

Gu Yuwei forgot the time when she played with her mobile phone. She didn't notice that it was early in the morning. Of course, the water was cold. But even if she had noticed, it would not have changed.

"Such good news, of course, should be celebrated." She picked up the phone and looked at the interface. "I have to open a bottle of red wine to celebrate."

Gu Yuwei thought it was a good idea to drink red wine.

"Where are the people?" She went out and howled in the direction of the servant.

After a while, the servant came out wearing clothes: "what's the matter, Miss Gu Yuwei?"

"I want red wine." Gu Yuwei frowned.

The servant was obviously in a dilemma: "but Miss Gu Yuwei, the family's red wine has been finished some time ago. The latest batch will come back tomorrow. Can you drink it tomorrow?"

"No, I want it now." Gu Yuwei won't let go.

She rolled her eyes in her heart. Of course, it's time to celebrate now. It's nothing to save until tomorrow.