The happy daily life of routine sea king

In the end, he hypocritically wished "Xiangyingxiu" a better development and "made its own characteristics".

No one would believe it if it wasn't a hint.

Ling Yugui slapped the table angrily after watching this coquettish operation: "'Hongyan Pavilion' is too bullying! You can talk nonsense with a big brand? Who wants to take advantage of it!"

He used a bit too much force, Xiyi's unfinished half mask was placed on the table, and fell to the ground with a "slap".

Xi Yi walked over slowly and picked up the mask, put it in his hand and looked at it.

Ling Yugui came to his senses and scratched his hair embarrassingly: "It's not broken, I'm sorry, I didn't pay attention just now."

"It's okay." Xi looked at it for a long time before saying, "There is no good way to refute such a subjective question of popularity for the time being. It really makes people angry."

Ling Yu returned to his senses, he understood the meaning of "temporarily".

It is difficult to solve the matter of rubbing popularity, and it is easy to say, as long as you are more popular than the other party.

They can't do it yet.

But he was being bullied before his eyes, so he had to fight for his breath no matter what.

Ling Yugui clenched his fists: "Forget it, sooner or later we will be more popular than 'Hongyan Pavilion', beat them!"

He turned to Xiyi, and found that she was looking at him intently as if looking at a treasure.

Ling Yugui coughed, "Am I naive just now?"

"It's good to have confidence and purpose."

His tone was indifferent, and Ling Yugui felt a little guilty.

If he continues on this path, no matter whether it is considering the audience or public opinion, it is impossible for him to make much progress with Xi Yi in a short period of time.

And Xi Yi is still willing to follow him instead of flying alone, obviously not because of that little salary.

Rather than turning ugly in the future, it is better to make it clear now.

Ling Yu regained his composure, and boldly said, "Then our business, I'm talking about the emotional aspect, maybe, maybe we should put career first?"

Unexpectedly, it was Ling Yugui who brought up this topic first, Xi Yi was a little surprised.

But this does not hinder his plan.

He sighed inaudibly, "I know what you're worried about. In short, I will never hinder your career. Besides, I'm a part of it, right?"

After all, before Ling Yugui could reply, Xi Yi took a step back: "I'm tired, let's go rest for a while."

At the same time as turning around, Xi Yi's frowning brows immediately relaxed, but his steps were still heavy and slow because he had to do a full set of acting.

Ling Yugui watched him enter the room blankly, stroked his forehead unbearably, and sat back on the sofa, feeling physically and mentally exhausted.

Seeing Xi Yi's lost look, he felt as if he had been hit in the head with a club, tired and confused.

He never expected that Xi Yi would so readily agree to let go of their relationship, and even took the initiative to say that it would never affect their careers.

A smart person like Xiyi probably guessed something long ago, and he didn't mention it all the time, probably because he didn't want to hinder his decision.

His answer still disappointed Xiyi after all.

As soon as the words were said, Ling Yugui turned on the workaholic mode, and even memorized the manuscript a lot more actively.

In Xiyi's view, this was just the last struggle before the fall.

In order to prevent Ling Yugui from seeing his flaws, he had to maintain his character of quietly dedicating a sad person for the time being.

This persona was so out of line with his nature, Xi Yi couldn't help feeling panicked, so he dug out the prestige signal to withdraw from the group and began to study it.

It is very difficult to leave no trace on the Internet these days, even for trumpets.

After a search, Xi Yi discovered that this prestige signal had once been the customer service account of a certain store.

Although the shop has been closed, but you can still see snapshots, the owner is an Internet celebrity named Qing Shanzai.

He is now an ancient style model on the "Fuguang" platform, and most of the videos he usually shoots are ancient style cross-dressing, because he looks good in ancient costumes, has a certain reputation, and even has a personal super chat on Weibo.

The colleague is an enemy, and the plagiarism rumors are probably related to him, but this evidence is not enough.

In the name of buying clothes, Xi Yi added the other party's WeChat group with a trumpet, and went to Chaochao to check it out.

In Chaohua, there are usually fans who like to record all aspects of idols, and Aoyama’s Chaohua is no exception.

A small host posted a screenshot of Qing Shanzai's personal WeChat dynamics the day after the rumors of plagiarism fermented. It seemed that he was not in a good mood that day.

Several fans below comforted her in the air, but no one knew what happened.

After reading Chaohua, Qingshan posted a public message in the prestige group. It turned out that he was learning from other Internet celebrities to recruit apprentices. After thinking about it, Xi Yi added the prestige group administrator to ask about this matter.

The administrator asked to send a photo, Xi Yi P sent one, and received a message to add a friend after a while.

It turned out to be Aoyama on his WeChat account.

What an unexpected harvest, and I can play slowly for a while.

Ling Yugui didn't know anything about these things, he couldn't even be busy with his own affairs.

As if he felt that he didn't have enough work, one cold morning, Ling Yugui, who was sleeping soundly, was awakened by a knock on the door.

He didn't sleep until two o'clock in the live broadcast last night. He didn't want to pay attention to the people outside the door, but the knock on the door persisted.

Worried that he would disturb the neighbors if he continued like this, Ling Yugui abruptly crawled out of the warm bed, opened the door with a sullen expression on his face, and the moment he saw the person coming, his dissatisfied expression disappeared instantly, and he said happily: "Sister, what are you doing?" coming?"

Standing outside the door was a middle-aged woman with a sallow complexion and a simple ponytail. She seemed to be believed to be 40 years old, holding a little girl in her hand, and smiled awkwardly: "Yugui, long time no see." .”

After that, she shook the little girl's hand: "Xiao Hua, my name is Uncle."

The little girl was thin and thin. Ling Yugui remembered that she should be more than seven years old, but she looked about the same size as a five- or six-year-old child in the city.

She was not very shy of strangers, looked up at Ling Yugui, and spoke softly and softly: "Little uncle."

"Good boy!" Ling Yugui patted his head and hurriedly invited a few people in.

Inviting her sister Ling Wenxiu to sit on the sofa, Ling Yu went back and poured water.

The moment Ling Wenxiu reached out to take the cup, a bruise emerged from her sleeve.