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Yu Baoyuan received Xiong Wudan's reply and glanced at it hastily.

Gu Feng also turned his head to look at it: "Did something happen?"

"What happened to Xiong Wudan's biological father," Yu Baoyuan shook his head helplessly, "When his father suddenly made a fortune and was prosperous, he never thought about Xiong Wudan at all. My son disliked him so much, he just kicked him out of the house."

"It's all right now," Gu Feng sneered, with a very disdainful and contemptuous tone in his tone, "Once I get into trouble, I'll come to pitifully look for my own son again, it's okay to be selfish."

Yu Baoyuan let out a long sigh: "Poor and hateful, tsk^"

"How are you going to help Xiong Wudan?" Gu Feng grabbed Yu Baoyuan's shoulder and asked softly.

"I know some friends who are media channels, and I help to make connections."

Saying this, Yu Baoyuan opened his WeChat interface, and he habitually looked for it from Moments, because those friends who are media channels frequently posted on Moments, so it was quick to find them.

But at this moment, Gu Feng saw a circle of friends posted by Yu Baoyuan himself.

Gu Feng looked at Yan Sheng, secretly took out his mobile phone, clicked on the profile picture of "wife", and checked Yu Baoyuan's circle of friends.

Not the one just now.

He suddenly became a little unhappy: "Are you blocking me after posting something?"

Surprised, Yu Baoyuan raised his head: "How do you know?"

"I saw it just now," Gu Feng pointed at Yu Baoyuan's mobile phone, "I saw you sent a message to block me, but I can't see it here. You...show me

See what you posted? "

Yu Baoyuan hid the phone: "No."

"Will you give it or not?" The more Yu Baoyuan wanted to hide, the more curious Gu Feng became, the more he wanted to know what Yu Baoyuan had posted, and what he had written without telling him before.

"Gu Feng!" A pretended serious look appeared on Yu Baoyuan's face, "Can't I have some privacy?"

Gu Feng stopped snatching the phone, and just looked at Yu Baoyuan with a frown.

"It's my freedom to post what I want, why are you always thinking about peeking." Yu Baoyuan taught.

Gu Feng lowered his head: "I'm just worried about you..."

"Excuse." Yu Baoyuan snorted and turned his head away.

Gu Feng didn't speak, but his eyes still glanced at Yu Baoyuan's cell phone from time to time.

Although he and Yu Baoyuan have become husband and wife and have been together for so many years, but...he still has a strong desire to possess Yu Baoyuan.

He wanted to know everything about Yu Baoyuan.

"Yes," Xiong Wudan sat in front of the computer, "I have nothing to do with him anymore, not at all.

His face was serious, and there was a little anger in his eyes, obviously extremely displeased.

On the computer screen in front of him, it was the interface of the video call at this time, and there were a few people sitting opposite, with disheveled hair and anxious expressions, obviously disrupted by this sudden incident.

These people are Xiong Wudan's team.

Every popular anchor cannot do it alone. After all, after it becomes popular, someone always needs to take care of the live broadcast room, manage fans, and be responsible for operations and resources.Xiong Wudan and these people are almost like grasshoppers on the same rope. At this moment, facing the doubts and abuse from netizens on Weibo, they are also extremely troubled.

"You should come forward now," someone over there finally said, "Now your Weibo comments are full of negative comments, and they are all scolding you, saying that you have no conscience, that you did not support the elderly and made your own father suffer so much. Big grievance."

"Fuck," Xiong Wudan couldn't help but gritted his teeth and cursed, "Can that thing be called my father? It's bullshit, this group of people don't understand anything, they don't understand anything, they are cursing here!" '

"We have investigated," the person over there said in a serious voice, "our competitors are behind this matter, and they even helped your father open Weibo and posted a long article on it, you can go and see look."

Xiong Wudan was so angry that he had a headache, picked up his mobile phone, randomly opened the content in the first mile of the hot search, flipped through it, and found the Weibo account.The profile picture is his father's silly old face.

He clicked in with a feeling of nausea, then raised his middle finger to trace the contents of the Weibo account, and finally saw the long post.

While watching, he couldn't help but read it softly.

"Years of hard parenting, painstaking efforts, painstaking efforts, in order to train my son into a talent, I have fainted many times..."

Shit!

Xiong Wudan rolled his eyes.

His father fainted many times, but it was only because he went out to drink flowers and wine, and passed out by the side of the road. He said this was a laborious effort to raise his son?joke.

He continued to look down: "For my son's live broadcasting business, I provided all the savings for my son Xiong Wudan for his development, but after he became a leader, he forgot his elderly father and let him beg for food on the street and wear rags... "

Xiong Wudan was so angry that his whole body trembled.

His career was made by himself bit by bit, and he never asked his father for a piece of steel!

This article, full of nonsense and distorted facts, has had a serious effect on him.

He sat there, took a few deep breaths, then picked up his cell phone and called his boyfriend.

"Hey?"

"It's me." Xiong Wudan was annoyed.

The boyfriend over there breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Xiong Wudan's voice: "Where are you, are you done with the matter? Are you coming back soon?"

"I reckon there is still a tough battle to fight," Xiong Wudan said with a cold light in his eyes, "You go down the mountain now, let's go somewhere together."