Super Sweet Alert: The Motivational History of the Temporary Daughter-in-Law

"Woooo——" Yue'er cried choked up, "I want father, mother, mother."

Wen Xiu clicked her tongue, impatiently: "All right, all right, don't cry, what does it look like."

Yue'er's wound was still bleeding, and the painful part of the wound was stinging her nerves, causing the fear she had been holding back to pour out/out like a flood, and she couldn't stop crying: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Wen Xiu rubbed her ears, frowned and said: "It's just a small wound, it didn't scratch too deep, and it didn't do anything to you, crying like dead parents."

Yue'er also became emotional, choked with anger, and cried and choked: "You are not allowed to say such things."

Then she struggled to get up, and rushed towards Wen Xiu with her small head on her head. She was so angry that she didn't care how much Wen Xiu was older than her and how many people were around her.

Wen Xiu didn't pay attention to this little radish at all. She held her head with one hand and turned to ask the servant: "When will the family doctor arrive?"

Her tone was not very good, the servant was startled, and immediately replied: "I'll be there soon."

Yue'er was held down by her head, and a pair of small hands waved forward vigorously, but the length was not enough and the distance was too far, so she couldn't touch Wenxiu at all.
Wen Xiu pushed Yue'er back with all her strength.

Yue'er took two steps back, staggered, and fell on the soft bed behind her.

Wen Xiu threatened in a vicious voice: "You'd better be honest with me. I won't bandage your wound when you annoy me later. You can live with this wound for the rest of your life."

It didn't sound like a joke.

The anger in Yue'er's head seemed to be quenched by cold water in an instant, she regained consciousness a lot, and gradually stopped crying.

Wen Xiu snorted coldly, but she knew how to read the situation.

The doctor came in such a hurry that he didn't even have time to wipe the sweat off his head, so he immediately opened the medicine box and bandaged Yue'er.

Wen Xiu just watched from the side without saying a word.

Yue'er only dared to sniff her nose carefully, she didn't dare to cry anymore, and she didn't dare to look at Wen Xiu.

She was very afraid of leaving such a wound. This was not a trace of growth, but a bad memory left by Wen Xiu. She would remember this bad time when she thought about it in the future. She didn't want to do this.

Moreover, Shangzhi and Ji Weiwei would be worried and sad if the wound was left, and she didn't want them to recall when she was kidnapped as soon as they saw the wound.

Wen Xiu watched the doctor finish wrapping, then left the room, as if impatient to stay for another second.

Walking to the living room, she leaned on the sofa and picked up her mobile phone, wanting to continue to check how the public opinion on the Internet is going.

Who knew that as soon as she opened the online platform, she would see pictures of Yue'er being injured?

She only took this photo and sent it to Shang Zhi, why is it all over the Internet all of a sudden?
The direction of public opinion on the Internet has changed a bit. Everyone has turned to care about Yue'er's affairs. This is not what she wants. She only wants to threaten Shang Zhi, and she hopes that the direction of public opinion will be directed at Shang Zhi.

The photo she sent to Shang Zhiyue'er was a clear warning, but he really dared to send the photo?Aren't you afraid that she will continue to hurt Yue'er?
Or is this person a selfish person, in order not to be attacked by public opinion, he used the photo of Yueer's injury to divert the target.

The feeling of being in the arms of the enemy made Wen Xiu very uncomfortable, and she even felt that she had fallen into some kind of conspiracy by Shang Zhi.

Wen Xiu was so angry that she grinded the pressure groove, her voice seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth: "Shang Zhi, very good, you really know how to behave!"

Suddenly thought of something, Wen Xiu's expression became gloomy and sullen.

The image of Shang Zhi's sinister, cunning, selfishness became more vivid in her heart, and she once thought that Qiao Yimei's death was caused by Shang Zhi alone.

Back when Qiao Yimei loved him so much, he could do such a cruel thing, let alone expose the photo of his own daughter.

It was the first time she saw such a scheming and shameless person.

Alright, alright, since he wants to divert the direction of public opinion, then she, Wen Xiu, will not let him do what he wants.

Wen Xiu's eyes were cold, and she immediately picked up her mobile phone to call the people below.

It was quickly connected over there: "What instructions do you have?"

"Buy me a trumpet," Wen Xiu said, "I want it right now."

Hearing her eager voice over there, he didn't dare to neglect, and quickly said: "Okay, I understand, wait for the account number and password to be sent to you."

"Well, do it quickly." Wen Xiu hung up the phone, got up and poured herself a glass of cold water, and added a lot of ice cubes.

I poured myself a few sips of cold water to calm down the rising anger in my heart.

Not long after, the phone rang and it was a text message.

Wen Xiu swiped open her phone, logged out of the Weibo account she had just logged in, and then logged in with the account password newly sent by SMS.

This trumpet is clean, there is no Weibo, and there is no photo in the album.

Wen Xiu looked at it for a while, then opened the Weibo editing window and started editing the content.

The content of the Weibo is roughly about Qiao Yimei, and then puts out various evidences to prove that Qiao Yimei has been wronged, and points out that Qiao Yimei's current whereabouts are unknown and Shangzhi can't get rid of it. The final conclusion is that Yue'er was injured It is retribution.

After she finished editing, she posted it.

Because this trumpet has no fans, no one retweeted or commented.

Wen Xiu thought for a while, then made another call to the people below.

The person over there seems to have been on standby for Wen Xiu, and Wen Xiu answered the phone as soon as she came: "Please give instructions."

"Just now I logged into the small account with the account password you gave me," Wen Xiu said, "I posted a Weibo on Weibo, and you reposted the comment with the big V under your hand, making me popular."

"Okay." There was a crackling sound of knocking on the computer, and it stopped shortly after, with hesitation in the voice, "This"

Wen Xiu's patience was limited, so she still asked, "What's the matter, not enough big Vs? Buy it with money."

"No," said the person over there, "this content."

"What's wrong with this content? I edited it myself," Wen Xiu said. "I don't think there is any problem. I say you do it. If you don't want to do it, I will replace it. It's that simple, don't waste time."

The people over there heard Wen Xiu's warning and impatience, and they all knew some of Wen Xiu's secrets. They were afraid that if he changed people, he would be in trouble, so he could only go one way to the dark, so he could only say: "Okay, I Immediately send someone to forward the comment."

"Well, as soon as possible." Wen Xiu hung up the phone.

She leaned back on the sofa, closed her eyes, and rubbed her temples, feeling that she was too angry, and her temples throbbed uncomfortably.

She thought that as soon as the heat got hot, Qiao Yimei's fans would definitely stand up and support her. After all, this was about Qiao Yimei's matter, and she was also a Qiao Yimei's fan. So she gathered her strength, and then attacked Shangzhi, and pointed the finger at him. .

She believes that even though it has been so long, Qiao Yimei's fans have not forgotten her, and will continue to support her and follow her.

It was Shang Zhi's fault in the first place, Qiao Yimei was fine and radiant, but he stepped into the dust with his foot, it is an unforgivable crime.

After about half an hour, the popularity on Weibo gradually picked up.

Her Weibo received thousands of retweets and comments, but the result was not as she expected.

At least she thought that Qiao Yimei's fans would be on her side, but they didn't support her.

"Wow, this person popped up so suddenly, what he said is all lies, must he be drunk, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"My God, Qiao Yimei's whereabouts are unknown, and some people are taking the opportunity to hype up and try to ruin Qiao Yimei's reputation to gain popularity. This is too shameless."

"A child as young as Yue'er is innocent, okay? The one who deserves retribution is the person who kidnapped her."

Almost every fan of Qiao Yimei is denouncing her, and they are slowly gathering to ask her to delete Weibo, apologize, and stop damaging Qiao Yimei's reputation.

"A bunch of idiots!" Wen Xiu was so angry when she saw Weibo for the first time, she almost gritted her teeth.

Things didn't go as she expected, and she was furious.

Soon, she called again: "I said, what's going on with this public opinion?"

The people over there were very embarrassed and said: "This"

He wanted to say that he had reminded Wen Xiu before. After all, the direction of public opinion is always changing, and no one can be sure what will happen in the end. In addition, there are still such extreme public opinions, and it is easy to be used as a target and shot into a hornet's nest. .

"What is this?" Wen Xiu became angry, her sanity began to drop, "Now let me criticize and divert the direction of public opinion."

The people over there are very embarrassed: "this"

Wen Xiu became irritable, and her tone raised a lot: "What is this, if you do this, you can pack up and leave."

That person had no choice but to go down to do it again. Wen Xiu's phone calls were all over the place today, and it was really difficult to do things under her hands.

Wen Xiu hung up the phone impatiently, and waited for another half an hour. When she went online again, the crowd began to criticize her, saying that there must be someone operating behind the unknown trumpet, demanding human flesh, and apologizing in public .

Wen Xiu's eyebrows twitched when she saw it, and she made another phone call: "Are you controlling the review? What's going on, huh?"

Over there sighed deeply: "It's not easy to do."

When all the emotions of everyone are focused on one news point, there are so many people, how can we control the comments?The only way to divert public opinion is to create new public opinion points, but this takes time.

In other words, there is no way for a while.

Wen Xiu was so angry that she wanted to smash the phone, she endured it, and hung up the phone straightforwardly.

Looking at the news on the Internet, when the private messages on Weibo were detonated, Wen Xiu was so angry that she almost exploded that she was the one who caught Yue'er.

Just at this moment, her cell phone rang.

A phone call came.

Just when Wen Xiu was in an extremely bad mood, she almost wanted to answer the phone and scold her head and face.

Unexpectedly, upon closer inspection, the caller turned out to be Shang Zhi.

Wen Xiu let out a soft snort, it must be time.