Chapter 15: A Luoyang Shovel
Jiang Xun: “…”
Jiang Ying: “…”
"You call your opponent Little Baby?" Jiang Xun asked, pointing at the screen.
"It's not me." Jiang Ying quickly denied, "It's the app's fault."
Jiang Ying: "I just downloaded it not long ago, and I haven't fully researched this function."
"You really keep an eye on your opponent's news at all times." Jiang Xun was convinced.
Jiang Ying is more serious than being an idol when it comes to fighting with his opponent's fans.
If the "silhouettes" of his family see this side, I don't know what they will think.
"I am dedicated to my work." Jiang Ying said, "The trumpet pays attention to the opponent and keeps abreast of the battle situation. After all, the opponent has made me progress."
Then Jiang Ying's hand stopped in mid-air, and her expression became strange, between laughter and anger, if I had to describe it, it would be an angry smile.
Jiang Xun: "?"
Jiang Xun: "What is your expression?"
What exactly did Gu Wei like, and Jiang Ying completely broke the expression management.
Jiang Ying spoke with difficulty, and handed the phone to Jiang Xun: "Brother, have you offended him recently?"
Jiang Xun: "?"
Jiang Ying: "I said he just looked good, but he's actually bad."
Jiang Xun: "?"
Jiang Ying: "No way, sorry brother, I want to laugh hahahahaha."
Jiang Ying: "Hahahahaha, brother, you used to have this style of painting."
Jiang Xun took over the phone.
Jiang Xun presses the screen to light up.
Jiang Xun took a closer look.
Jiang Xun: “…”
app jumped to Weibo, showing that Gu Weigang liked a Weibo, the content of this Weibo looks quite unfamiliar, but the Weibo id looks familiar—
It was his own Weibo.
Take a closer look, it was still a Weibo he posted when he was thirteen years old.
Jiang Xun, a junior high school student ten years ago, posted a Weibo with zero comments, zero reposts, zero likes, and a non-mainstream sour taste, which was dug out by someone's Luoyang shovel , clicked a bright like.
See you again.
Whipping the corpse in public.
@TMW-Xun: Lonely night, lonely rain, lonely search, waiting for lonely you. [lighting a cigarette]