There is another one from a friend from Congmu. It means that my friend is getting married today. He has no money so he went naked. After the wedding, he invited a few friends to have a meal together, but they looked very happy. The photo is a selfie of this person, and he brought it with him.

Cong Mu and Su Tao also have the words "Bride and Groom" written on them, and the date is several years ago.

There is another one...

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Every piece of information, every piece of evidence, everything is clear and everything is there.

Jiang Weicheng spent more than an hour reading it and fell into a long silence after reading it.

Who is Qiuyu?

****

On this day, the Weibo network was temporarily paralyzed.

It is said that for some reason, overnight, more than a dozen marketing accounts exposed themselves and published a series of evidence of invisible behind-the-scenes operations. All of this evidence was related to the previous Congmu incident.

There is also evidence that reveals that second-tier artists are ungrateful from beginning to end and give up in the end. After becoming famous, they abandon the chaff and rake up all the trouble.

There is also various evidence that the assistants around the popular actress Yu Miao paid off manuscripts and bribed trolls to guide public opinion.

…

For a whole day, people on the Internet were so devastated that even work was suspended. Even if the artists involved were red-eyed and asked marketing accounts to delete their posts, there would always be evidence posts elsewhere.

For a time, even other marketing accounts hugged themselves tightly and trembled for fear of being implicated.

The previous army of public opinion rushed to Cong Mu and Yu Miao's meager efforts, demanding that these two scumbags, men, bitches, and women get out of the entertainment industry.

Someone was forced into a car accident, and they actually deliberately said that the person committed suicide to gain sympathy. Is this to force the other person to die?

It was obvious that Su Tao had never provoked her, but just for her own benefit, she wanted someone else's first wife to bear the reputation of being a mistress!

As for Congmu, it’s even more disgusting. Yesterday, he actually had the nerve to post a clarification post? Still abiding by morality and conscientious? Still innocent? Hurry up and cremate him!

What qualifications does such a person have to stand in front of the public?

This time, even the fans had nothing to say. Occasionally, die-hard fans would say that those photos were fake, and then technical insiders would immediately post evidence of non-P photos.

The rumor monger was eventually countered by the people she had used.

When there was a melee on the Internet, Jiang Weicheng sent a message to Qiuyu again to express his gratitude.

Between lawyers, marketing accounts and Qiuyu, she finally chose Qiuyu.

After all, it was something in a gray area. She believed that the best results could only be achieved by leaving it to Qiuyu himself.

****

It was not until two or three days after this incident that the chaos on the Internet gradually dissipated. After Jiang Weicheng was busy for these two days, he realized that Huo Xichen had not appeared in the past few days.

Although he also sent messages, with his clinginess, it was simply impossible for him to not appear in front of her for two or three days.

As a result, Huo Xichen suddenly came to her apartment that night.

That day it started to rain after dinner. The late summer showers came as soon as possible, heavy and fast, with lightning and thunder.

When she heard the doorbell and opened the door, the boy was standing outside the door soaked to the skin.

He didn't bring an umbrella, he was wet from head to toe, and water was still dripping from his hair.

He seemed unaware, standing there staring at her blankly, as if he hadn't seen her for a long time, looking at her with a nostalgic and greedy gaze.

"What's going on? You don't know where to find a place to take shelter from the rain?" She went to pull him and found that his fingers were cold, and her heart suddenly hurt. "How long have you been in the rain? Come in quickly!"

She pulled him into the house and saw that he had taken off his shoes and was standing barefoot on the floor. She bent down to get him slippers, but he had only reached halfway when he dragged her over.

She was pressed against the wall of the entrance hall by the young man's cold body, and his lips fell down, hot and brutal, with an urgent devouring feeling.

He held her tightly and explored every part with his fingers. The strength almost hurt her.

"What, what's wrong..." She struggled to speak between breaths.

He hugged her tightly, blocked her lips again, and fucked her inside her mouth. For a long time, his lips fell on her ear, and along with his breathing and gasping, there was his voice: "Sister, a little more..."

——Love me a little more, okay?

——Even a little bit is fine.
Chapter completed!