Quick Travel: Crazy criticism of the host and his love for him

"Come on, can this kind of rich second-generation relationship be taken seriously? They are just playing around."

"Ha! It's great to have money, but you can play with other people's feelings if you have money? Just don't like to break up peacefully. Why do you treat them like this? Did they offend him? Wasn't Jiang Muyao the one who pursued her in the first place?"

"The report sent by Yan Kuan said that Yan Qingqing suffered from severe mental trauma. She was fine when she was not with Jiang Muchao. Why did this happen after she was with Jiang Muchao? A scum like Jiang Muchao cannot If you live with me in this world, you should die."

"..."

The comments online became more and more violent, with most of them ridiculing and personally attacking Jiang Muchao, and some even reached the school level.

The principal was so frightened that he got up all night and called Jiang's father.

As for Jiang Muyao, he was completely unaware of the seriousness of the matter.

He found several IDs that posted popular posts, revealed his identity, threatened them verbally, and asked them to delete the posts and provide clarification, then settled the matter.

He was so ambitious that he didn't even bother to supervise him, so he just started wandering around, constantly pulling at Rong Zhimian's pigtails. He planned to use this method to treat the other person in his own way, so that Yan Yu could know that Rong Zhimian was not just a bird.

Fortunately, he had a big heart and his father didn't, so he started wiping his butt.

As a result, opinions on the Internet began to diverge, and those expressing support for women began to decrease. Everything is moving towards gossip and how the two pairs of CP are doing.

Song Sichen was not surprised when he received the news. He bought hundreds of thousands of navy troops to follow and mix the mud, and at the same time, he delivered the prepared things to Jiang Muyao in a clever way.

So, on the night of the third day, when Yan Yu was having a rough time with Rong Zhimian, Rong Zhimian's cell phone rang.

Out of interest, he didn't want to pay attention to it, but the ringing sound was so persistent that Rong Zhimian had no choice but to pick it up.

"Yan Yu, don't move...wait for me to answer the phone."

"I'll be slower, you pick up."

Confused and infatuated, Rong Zhimian pressed the answer button and handed the phone to his ear.

I don't know what the person opposite said, but the red and absent-minded eyes suddenly became clear, and the physical reaction that followed made Yan Yu's scalp numb, and he almost confessed everything.

He leaned down and nibbled on Rong Zhimian's earlobe: "What makes you so excited?"

He hurriedly hung up the phone, and Yan Yu saw the word father on the screen of the phone.

"Yan Yu, something happened. My dad asked me to go home."

"Now?"

"Correct."

"So urgent..."

"Um……"

"I'll take you there."

"No, it's very late, you go to sleep."

He put on some clothes casually and entered the bathroom with his sore legs.

After hurriedly processing it, I couldn't wait to leave.

Looking at the closed door, Yan Yu calmly lit a cigarette.

He lowered his eyes slightly and unfolded the system page while puffing away his breath.

Avoiding Yan Yu's sight, Rong Zhimian dared to open the webpage. On it was Jiang Muchao's return gift to him.

Jiang Muyao is an idiot who doesn't know who is messing with him, so he just charges randomly.

Jiang Muyao loves to play, has a free and easy nature, and has probably countless girlfriends on one hand. For him, changing girlfriends is as diligent as changing clothes.

Rong Zhimian is not surprised by the photos on the Internet. It's just that Rong Zhimian has no idea where Jiang Muchao got these things from.

He hurriedly called Jiang Muchao, and the other party answered the call quickly as if he was waiting for him.

"Hey, what's the matter that deserves Young Master to call me so late at night?"

"Jiang Muyao, are you really fucking sick? Can you please make it clear that I didn't do those things. Deal with it quickly."

"You gave me such a decisive answer in the martial arts gym, but it's not you who did it now?"

"You should know that I have never touched them in the slightest. Even if Yan Yu sees it, I can explain it..."

"Really? Then why are you so impatient to call me? Does the truth matter? As long as Yan Yu thinks it is true, right?"

"Jiang Muyao, I think you haven't seen the situation clearly on the Internet. You know what the Internet is saying about you. The school is dealing with the matter in an all-round way. If you do something like this now, the heat that should have been about to subside will skyrocket again. You want to bring down the whole school."

"High-sounding."

Jiang Muyao hung up the phone impatiently.

As soon as he hung up the phone, his father called and scolded him bloody. Order him to take care of what he shouldn't do, and ask him not to go out unless he has nothing to do.

He didn't know the situation yet, but it took him a long time to figure out that the reason why his father wouldn't let him go out was that he had been raped online.

Looking at the words of ridicule, criticism, and curses, he threw the phone aside with disdain.

"Tch!" If he is a weak-minded person, he will die just because of some vicious words.

However, Jiang Muyao never knew, and soon he no longer thought so.

He picked up his phone, opened a small account with great interest, and went crazy by reading the hot posts. He agreed with their words and cursed himself along with them, having a great time.

Jiang Muyao was a restless guy. After being alone for two days, he threw his father's advice aside and went out for a stroll.

Just as he entered and exited the school in a high-profile and arrogant manner, Yan Kuan, who had been waiting for a long time, walked out of the crowd.

He rushed over and grabbed Jiang Muchao's clothes. The fruit knife hidden in his sleeve appeared and stabbed Jiang Muchao's body crazily.

He looked crazy, his eyes were red, and the knife kept going in and out of Jiang Muchao's body, one stab after another.

"Go to hell! Go to hell!"

"My sister is dead, why are you still alive? Go to hell! Go to hell!"

The man's hands were strong and powerful, giving him no chance to break free.

The blood dyed the knife red, and the pain in his body kept screaming. At this moment, Jiang Muchao finally felt fear and terror.

He wanted to escape, but couldn't.

The crowd was screaming and some were running.

The security guard at the school gate rushed up, but faced Yan Kuan with a knife in his hand, he was timid after all and did not dare to fight head-on.

"Put down the knife!"

Professional ethics made the security guard resist the urge to escape and stand directly opposite Yan Kuan.

Fortunately, Yan Kuan just wanted to stab Jiang Muyao and succeeded in stabbing him, so he didn't lose his mind anymore.

The bloody fruit knife fell from his hand with a clang.

He fell to his knees on the ground, covered his face with his hands and burst into tears...

In front of him was Jiang Muchao dripping with blood in a pool of blood.

Jiang Muyao covered his abdomen with both hands, looking at the blue sky and white clouds and some unclear figures.

Vaguely, he seemed to hear the sound of an ambulance...