After Being Bent by Reader

Xu Chuanchuan, who was issued a "good person card" for no reason, was a little confused. She took a screenshot to An Ji and asked, "What do you mean by her words?"

An Ji: "Damn it! Did you really secretly write meat for her? [Shocked] All right, Xiao Tanger, you'll be able to figure it out, you'll be promising [thumbs up]"

Xu Chuanchuan: "I don't have one!"

An Ji: "Then what did you do to her [picking nose]"

Xu Chuanchuan: "How would I know..."

At this time, some people in the reader group are also talking about this matter.

——Wow, wow, take a quick look, someone threw a lot of deep water at you @爱吃麻辣甜.

——It’s this passer-by again, really embarrassing.By the way, is this local tyrant in our group?

——Shouldn’t you be there?We don't know either.

……

Normally, Xu Chuanchuan would come out to respond when someone was @, but now her mind is a little confused, she is still thinking about the few words of the comment left by passer-by A.

Unable to figure it out, she thought again: "Why did you throw so many mines at me?"

The chapter that was thrown into the thunder did not have any explosive content, and there were fewer comments than other chapters. Xu Chuanchuan couldn't figure it out. That chapter couldn't arouse other people's desire to leave comments. Is Ray excited?

It seems that this passer-by is not only capricious, but her cuteness is also very strange...

Xu Chuanchuan went to harass An Ji: "She suddenly threw so much water into me, I was a little panicked. Her reader account registration time is very short, do you think her account was hacked?"

Thinking of this possibility, Xu Chuanchuan logged into Weibo, clicked on the familiar profile picture of Blue Sea, and sent a private message to the other party: "Sister, have you been hacked?"

no respond.

An Ji: "I don't think it's likely to be hacking."

Xu Chuanchuan: "Why?"

Anji: "That person took a lot of effort to steal someone else's account. Seeing that there is so much money in the balance, he must have spent it to buy his favorite article or vote for his favorite author. Why should he vote for you? Unless the account is stolen People are your readers. Look at those soft girls in the group, do they have the ability?"

What kind of ability is hacking...

Xu Chuanchuan took a peek at the active readership, silently.

These are just the guesses of the two of them, and the specific situation has to be explained by passer-by A himself.

While she was in a daze, An Ji sent her another message: "There is another possibility, she might be scolding you."

Xu Chuanchuan: "Watt???"

An Ji: "Think about it, five deep waters are 500 yuan, Jinjiang deducts half of it, and you get [-] yuan in your hands. This reader is a thief, and you don't know how to scold you in different ways. You are still so silly. "

The corner of Xu Chuanchuan's mouth twitched: "Fuck you."

Anji: "o(*≧▽≦)ツ┏━┓"

There was still no movement in the private message on Weibo, Xu Chuanchuan put the phone aside and went to take a shower.

At the same time, Murong Shi was lying in the bathtub to take a bath.The mask covered her face snugly, outlining her facial features as if they had been carefully carved.Her long eyelashes were wet with water vapor, she closed her eyes tightly, let her mind go empty, and let her body relax.

After soaking for an hour, Murong Shi came out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel, with a gust of hot air all over her body, which was quickly blown away by the cold air.

With a height of 1.7 meters three, Murong Shi's skeleton is not as petite and slender as other girls, and of course she can't be called strong.Her natural clothes rack is thin where it should be, and straight where it should be.She is very thin, and the fat on her body has gathered to the chest and buttocks. She is surrounded by a white bath towel, and she has a kind of beauty of "still holding a pipa and half covering her face".

A drop of water slowly slid down the curved and elegant neck, slid across the collarbone, and finally sank into the neckline, she didn't even notice it.

The thick woolen carpet covered her bare, jade-like feet, and she walked towards the big bed, when she suddenly heard someone knocking on the door.

"Xiaoshi, are you asleep?"

Murong Shi tightened the towel on her body, walked over to open the door: "Mom, are you still awake at this late hour?"

Murong Mingshu was wearing a plain satin pajamas, her hair was loose, she frowned, and said, "I was going to sleep."

"what happened?"

"Didn't your Aunt Lian meet a kind person today? Since we have her contact information, I'm wondering whether to ask her out and treat her to dinner."

People who believe in Buddhism pay attention to karma and repay kindness. Murong Mingshu has always been very considerate in these matters.

Murong Shi was not surprised at all, she thought for a while, and said, "No need, Mom, I already thanked that person for Aunt Lian today."

Murong Mingshu was surprised: "Have you thanked me? When? How did you thank me?"

Murong Shi picked up the point and said: "I gave her some things."

"what?"

Murong Shi pondered for a moment, then said, "Money."

Murong Mingshu opened his mouth and said, "He helped you Aunt Lian, and you sent her away with money, this... this is too..."

Murong Shi bent her knees, leaned her back against the wall, and said with a smile, "Too tacky? Don't you have to spend money to invite her to dinner?"

Murong Mingshu said anxiously: "That's different! I originally wanted to treat Aunt Lian to dinner with you, and thank her face to face. Sigh—forget it, since you have already thanked her, then... So be it."

Murong Shi breathed a sigh of relief and said, "No regrets, right? It's getting late, go to bed quickly, the Buddha said staying up late is bad for your health."

Murong Mingshu was gently pushed by her, but she was not annoyed, and said, "You also have to go to bed early."

"I know, good night."

"Good night."

After closing the door, Murong Shi became less obedient.She tore off the half-wet towel on her body, went barefoot into the cloakroom next door, changed into her pajamas, came out, went to the bed, and picked up her phone.

Out of some psychology, she logged into Weibo by accident, thinking that there were indeed unread messages.

Love to eat Malatang: "Sister, has your account been hacked?"

girl?Murong Shi raised her eyebrows, and then felt baffled.

There is no poem for girls' feelings: "What hacking?"

Love to eat Malatang: "You haven't slept yet? That's how it is. Today I saw that you voted me five deep-water torpedoes and left a comment that I couldn't understand, so I wonder if your account has been hacked? "

Then two screenshots "swish" were sent over, which were exactly the five records of "Passerby A" throwing mines.

Murong Shi knew what was going on at a glance, and thought about it intently.

There is no poem for girls' feelings: "If the account is not hacked, it is for you."

Love to eat Malatang: "Huh? There are so many? But why... Do you like that article very much [Star Eyes]"

like?so so.Murong Shi is now used to using her novels as reading materials for hypnosis before going to bed.

Wouldn't it be too shocking to say that?

Thinking that she helped Aunt Lian today, Murong Shi's heart softened.Forget it, let's not tell the truth.

Girls' feelings are always poems: "It's okay."

Okay? ? ?

Xu Chuanchuan was in a delicate mood after reading the three-word reply.But only for a moment.

If you don't like it and still invest so much mine, could it be that you have too much money and nowhere to spend it?

Xu Chuanchuan didn't believe her rhetoric.After "willful" and "rich", Xu Chuanchuan added another label to this passer-by - Tsundere.

Tsundere suffer.

Love to eat Malatang: "Then why do you praise me as a good person?"

Girls' feelings are always poems: "Guess."

Xu Chuanchuan: "..." She was really arrogant.

Murong Shi didn't like to play such childish tricks, she deliberately avoided Xu Chuanchuan's question, because she knew that she would lose her horse after she said it.

As for how she knew that Xu Chuanchuan helped Aunt Lian, it dates back to four hours ago.

Aunt Lian came out of the shower, pointed to the landline phone in the living room and asked Murong Mingshu: "Can I check the call log? I want to call that beauty, thank her, and tell her that I have arrived safely."

Aunt Lian and Murong Mingshu spoke their hometown dialect, which Murong Shi couldn't understand.Murong Mingshu helped with the translation, and Murong Shi was in charge of pulling out the call log from the landline.

Aunt Lian dialed the other party's number with the newly bought phone for the elderly. The phone was very loud, and the person next to her could hear the call clearly without having to put it on.

When the person over there spoke, Murong Shi felt that the other party's voice was very familiar, and she also heard Aunt Lian call the other party "Miss Xu" in Mandarin.

Even if the voice is similar, the surname is still the same. How can there be so many coincidences in the world?

But it's such a coincidence.

Murong Shi was not sure, she sent the number to Linda, and Linda quickly replied: "This is Xu Chuanchuan's mobile phone number, do you have something to do with her?"

Murong Shi: "It's okay, just ask casually."

On the phone, Xu Chuanchuan was determined not to give her anything from Aunt Lian. Aunt Lian was annoyed and moved because of this. After finishing the call, she said with emotion: "This Miss Xu is such a great person!"

In order to express her gratitude to someone for "seeing injustice", Murong Shi quietly logged into the Jinjiang APP and threw five deep-water torpedoes in one breath.

Murong Shi withdrew her thoughts and looked at the phone calmly.

Love to eat Malatang: "Don't guess, I'll take it as if you really like my text [shy]. I'm going to code words, good night in advance ~ [Moon]"

Xu Chuanchuan originally wanted to say "what's up", but thought that the other party didn't seem to like her messing around, so he changed it to "good night".

Murong Shi stared at the last two words in a daze.Apart from her parents, she doesn't say good night to her best friends, and this is the first time she has received such a greeting.

She was not used to it, and it took a long time before she typed those two words slowly.

There is no poem for girlish feelings: "Good night."