The arrogant emperor, strong spoils!

After returning to the room, Wendy immediately sat in front of the computer and couldn't wait to turn on the computer.

On the web microblog, search "Qiao Chengxun is the king of cold hell", and find that the number of fans has increased by more than 1200.

I'll go. There are more than 1200 fans so soon. The money is really good.

After Wendy clicked her attention, she clicked the first top microblog, and several people replied.

[500 million paintings, the answer is only worth 2 million?]

[does the answer mean that I drew this picture because I wrote a composition that was off the topic?]

[I guess the answer is the names of these two people. One's name has a problem and the other's name is different.]

[I can't guess. Help me top it.]

……

Wendy looked at the random speculation of netizens. She was a little disappointed. No one answered correctly.

However, this is also expected. No one in the world can know the answer except her and Luo Li.

Turn off the comments and look bored at the secondary microblog showing love below.

A look at the comments, startled, 462 comments!

Open the comment curiously.

[sleeping trough! Is this fucking public? oh my god! The couple I've been paying most attention to for so long! I want to swear! It's so sweet[ Heart] [heart] for a long time! Ah ah]

[I ate dog food happily, but with a trace of sadness [allow sadness] [allow sadness] [allow sadness].]

[really, although I know it clearly in my heart, I feel that I have completely lost my boyfriend [allow sadness]]

[AAH! Joe boss, why choose her? She's not beautiful!]

[Wen bitch, go away. Your husband's muscles are mine. I want to lick the screen!]

[blessing!!]

……

Blessing and scolding are half and half. It's not too ugly at last.

Wendy smiled at herself. The controller took a photo to guide public opinion, and then a group of melon eaters followed suit. What a clever marketing method.

Fake marriage, with fake blessings, is actually nothing.

Close the microblog and board the mailbox she reserved on the microblog. I really received several emails.

Opened and looked, but none of them was Luo Li, and the answer was nonsense.

Luo Li, did you see her call?

……

The other side of the world.

In the desert of a country, a medium-grade Hotel, a guest room.

Luo Li sat at the computer desk and stared at the first microblog of "Qiao Chengxun is the cold faced king of hell".

That sweet picture of husband and wife - a pure girl in pajamas, holding the neck of a * * muscle man, their skin close and intimate.

The girl pouted, and the black Ling's eyes flashed a little star, while the man turned his head slightly, and the spoiled eyes dotted on the girl's face. It looked like a perfect pair.

Qiao Chengxun

She married Qiao Chengxun!

Why this man?

A place like Qiao's is not suitable for her at all!

However, in the photo, she was not excluded or unhappy, and even pouted happily.

At least I can see that she is very happy in the picture.

At this moment, Luo Li's heart was hurt, disordered and hurt. All negative emotions poured in and destroyed his world.

Suddenly there was a flash of darkness in front of me. I shook it. I was embarrassed and retracted the photo. I quickly opened the photo on the top microblog - "digression".

Qiao Chengxun can't offer a reward of 2 million to do such a boring thing. It must be controlled by ti'er.

Ti is still looking for him.

This fool... Has married the most perfect man in China. Just be happy. What else do you want him to do?

Poor thing, he can't even give her a response.

Ruthlessly quit the microblog page, the computer switched to the black screen page, and lines of complex code appeared