Mr. Mcdreamy, obey me!

After reading for a long time, Lu Yilan felt a little sore throat.

And then she started to get hungry.

I yawned in the room She stretched, "I'm so tired."

After sighing for a long time, Lu Yilan collapsed on the chair for a while. It seems that there is nothing to eat outside this point, and there is no food in the refrigerator, just as there is a pile of instant noodles in the snack cabinet.

As soon as she got up, she found that Gao Leng's name was conspicuous in the room.

Gee.

Was he listening in, or did he forget to quit when he left?

Say something.

"Gao lengju?"

"Gao lengju, are you there?"

"Hey?"

There's no sound on the other side. Lu Yilan thinks about it. It's like Gao Leng, who is so serious and a little bit high-end. He should not cheat people.

Being is being, not being is not being.

Well, there's no sound, so the opposite is definitely not there.

Yo ho for a while, jumping up, Lu Yilan stepped on slippers, kicked and hummed to get instant noodles.

There is hot water in the kettle. Everything is ready-made. After soaking the noodles, she takes her own noodles and trembles to the computer.

Bored, Lu Yilan conveniently posted a microblog.

I'll go!

As soon as she logged in, she was scolded. This time, she was very fierce. She said that Shuiguang was a model of human demons. While speaking a big Chinese accent, she said that she was a cute girl.

"I'll go!"

"I'm definitely not a coarse Chinese voice?"

Lu Yilan did not eat instant noodles, began to BB online people.

She felt that the original owner's voice was very masculine, but her masculinity was not good, and she was not too feminine. Anyway, it was very nice.

A little bit.

It's stupid to bombard others with tuba, so Lu Yilan went on his own trumpet. A woman knows that she has a habit of reading what she typed while typing.

Curse, read out, there is always a guilty feeling, so think about it, she still opened the mouse, in YY point under the ban wheat.

Yeah.

Start spraying people around.

Sometimes in a bad mood, scold those who scold themselves, the heart will be cool to fly.

On the other side.

Gao Leng heard a lot.

"I think the voice is very masculine! The wind stops at me, I stop at you! Very good... "

"Who am I going to? My mouth is so poisonous?"

‘*￥#%……！！！’

The crowd was excited.

In addition, Gao Leng didn't listen very clearly, but he listened to the last sentence very clearly.

"When I get on the trumpet, I'll kill you."

Trumpet?

Weibo?

Swearing?

Gao Leng seems to see a big play.

The file is almost changed. A man feels a little bored. He picked up his mobile phone at random and went on the microblog that he hadn't done in N years.

Regardless of the private letters, Gao Leng poked into Lu Yilan's home page.

After flipping a few times, he saw the bad comment.

"What's the noise? While holding a rough Hankow, he says that his younger sister smashed it. This man is poisonous!"

"Isn't it just for eye-catching? There are so many dead demons without power and dignity... "

A row of Balabala.

Gao Lengmei frowned slightly.

These people

Sure enough, there is no quality.

Eyes quickly swept these ID, despised them in his mind, he soon saw a very small number.

The head picture is blank, and its name is gaolengxiaowhirlwind Poke in a look, followed a few people, fans are only a dozen, proper trumpet.

Then this number only replies to the bad comments about Lu Yilan.

The method of engagement is similar.