she's a rose she's a gun

Around 12 noon, it is a good time to gossip after dinner. When people open the hot search, they will see several entries that can be used for gossip.

#白域ran精纯化反家具斗#, the 10th most searched term.

#白城ran想热因结束进入#, the 13th most searched term.

#赵寻急晚女星#, the 19th most searched term.

Within a few minutes, the hot search was like a frying pan. People exclaimed how they missed so many melons, and carefully flipped through each photo.

Mu Yang brewed a cup of coffee, sat on the bay window of the bedroom with an iPad, and clicked on the entry #白域ran精约化反家断#, and the first popular Weibo was the official post of "She Said" Pictorial. It was sent by the account, and there was only one tag and nine pictures in it.

In the picture, the scars on Bai Weiran's face that are about to heal are rendered just right, the bruises on the arms, shoulders, and thighs are shocking, and there are two close-ups of the purple and blue back, and Bai Weiran's expression is also well-placed, In grief lies determined rebellion.

Mu Yang smiled with satisfaction, and she rowed to the comment area.

"Bai Weiran, who speaks out for women victimized by domestic violence, is so handsome!"

"Oh my god, isn't another hot search saying that our Xiaobai is pregnant and missing a slap in the face?"

"Can you sue for spreading rumors publicly?"

"I love Bai Weiran!"

……

Mu Yang breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, finally, finally got a decent result.

She took a sip of coffee, and then opened the entry #赵寻急感女星#, which was ranked 19th just now, and now it has climbed to 14th, and there is still a growing trend.

In the popular Weibo, there are a few paragraphs of extremely exaggerated text, but when you open it, the most attractive thing is the few animations.

In the moving picture, Zhao Xun blatantly touches the thighs and even the buttocks of several women. The women can't dodge it even if they want to, with a forbearing expression on their faces.

If you look carefully, you will find that the first two of the nine pictures are not moving pictures. In the picture, Mu Yang and Zhao Xun are very close. Zhao Xun's hand seems to be touching Mu Yang's thigh. Mu Yang lowered his head with an unreadable expression. clear.

Mu Yang smiled. This is Sun Xuao's exclusive technique that he is proud of - the borrowing position shooting method. As long as you find a good angle, two people who have never met can be photographed as if they have met.

This time, Mu Yang used herself as a bait. She knew that those female stars who were molested by Zhao Xun before were not popular at all, and no one could even recognize them. Pay attention to.

Sure enough, the comment area was full of distress for Mu Yang and scolding Zhao Xun.

The few remaining popular Weibo posts were testified by female artists who were once molested by Zhao Xun. Mu Yang glanced at the comment section, and the public opinion was already overwhelming.

"Zi..." The phone rang, and it was Sun Xuao calling.

"Sister Mu, have you seen it? How's it going?" Sun Xuao's voice was full of excitement. "Aren't my shooting skills perfect! Ah, the photos are as good as the real ones. Now there is no need for sailors. Netizens are all commenting spontaneously. Boy Zhao Xun, this is a mess!"

"Well, you did a good job. Fortunately, you usually collected a lot of 'materials'. Don't be careless. Our two hot searches still keep the navy watching." Mu Yang warned.

"Don't worry, sister, do you want to push it to Reyi?"

"No need." Mu Yang thought for a while: "Let's let nature take its course, we have done...a lot."

After hanging up the phone, Mu Yang glanced at the unread messages. Dozens of artists in the circle asked her if she was found by Zhao.

Mu Yang smiled slightly, leaving this kind of matter to Nico.

Still, she found one among the dozens of unread messages that required her own reply.

"I saw the trending search, are you... all right?"

Mu Yang edited a few words, thought for a while, then deleted the words, and dialed the phone directly.

"Mu Yang, are you okay?" In less than a second, the other party answered the phone, his tone full of anxiety.

"I'm fine. I haven't been treated in any way. What you see is an illusion."

"Really?!" The stone in Wen Wenming's heart finally fell to the ground. Since she saw this hot search, she didn't do anything seriously this morning. She wanted to call Mu Yang but was afraid that she was busy, so she left a message Unexpectedly, Mu Yang took the initiative to call her back.

"Really, that was an excuse. I was not touched by him, but the other female artists were really passive."

"Oh! Then they all want to thank you. Without you, this exposure would not have happened. I will ask the seniors in the procuratorate to pay close attention to this Zhao Xun, and see if they can find evidence to sue for obscenity."

"Please." Mu Yang was relieved that Wen Wenming could immediately understand her good intentions.

World Entertainment Company meeting room.

"Zhao Xun, are you out of your mind? Do you provoke anyone? It's fine if you messed with those little stars before, I can tolerate it, as long as you don't make trouble for me, it's fine now, whoever you mess with, just go for it Mu Yang? Do you know that she is gaining momentum in the circle now? Do you know how much favor people have for her?" The artist director of Shiyu Company patted the table to smoke, and cursed at Zhao Xun who was standing opposite .

Zhao Xun, who was being scolded, wanted to cry, but he tried to argue: "I didn't, I really didn't touch Mu Yang, I swear!"

"Swear shit! The photo is there, and you say you didn't touch it, who will believe it?" The artist director fiercely threw the fountain pen in his hand into the distance.

"Dong dong dong" the door was knocked lightly three times, and then a head poked in, it was Zhao Xun's assistant.

"Get out!" Zhao Xun roared towards the door.

The little assistant said timidly, "I'm sorry, it's Mr. Zhao's call..."

That night, at Mu Yang's house.

"Cheers!" Nico raised his red wine glass and touched Mu Yang.

At this time, Nico and Mu Yang were sitting side by side on the big sofa in Mu Yang's house, watching the live broadcast of the party recorded yesterday on TV.

"This battle is finally over, and we have won!" Nico raised his neck and drank a cup with a heavy chug.

Mu Yang smiled and took a sip.

"You have worked hard, you have dealt with a lot of media and artists today."

"It was all solved by me, I don't want to think about who I am, the dignified gold medal manager Nico sauce!"

"...you drink less." Mu Yang reached out to snatch Nico's cup.

"Here we come! Let's see how the stage will play this segment." On the screen, the party was broadcast to the chorus of Mu Yang and Zhao Xun.

"...hahahaha..." The two watched for a while, then laughed together on the sofa.

The organizer cut the song to look like Mu Yang singing solo. Zhao Xun's image and voice didn't appear at all. For the chorus part, only the distant scene and the band were cut. Where it was really unavoidable, Zhao Xun was given a full-body mosaic .

It's not easy for the host either.

"By the way, did you let Weiran go back to his hometown?" Nico asked puzzledly remembering this.

"Well, take this opportunity to let her deal with the child's affairs, don't worry, when she comes back this time, she should put down some things and show us the transformation." Mu Yang looked at himself on TV.

In the living room, the lyrics of "Counterattack" echoed: Never bow to fate, and don't have to compromise with suffering, fightit!A life of humiliation, try your best, fight back!

Before going to bed, Mu Yang sent a message to Wenming.

"We're off next Sunday, do you have a meal appointment? (●''●)"

"Okay!" Civilization replied in seconds.

Mu Yang couldn't help laughing, she replied with an OK emoji.

"But let's go somewhere first (^_)☆"

On Sunday afternoon, when Mu Yang appeared on time wearing sunglasses and a hat at the address Wenming told her, she was speechless.

"Here, here!" Wen Wenming saw Mu Yang from a long distance away, and she didn't know how she recognized her through layers of packages. She ran down the steps, grabbed Mu Yang's arm, and pulled her in without explanation.

"Wing Ming, how old are you? Are you still here with Tom Bear?" Mu Yang was dragged into the door helplessly by Wen Wen.

"You must be very tired these two days, let me relax." Wenming showed a begging smile, and quickly went to the front desk to change the game currency.

In front of the shooting machine.

"How is your shooting skill?" Civilization asked with a smile.

"Not so good." Mu Yang picked up a ball and threw it casually.

The ball went in, a perfect hollow ball.

civilization:"……"

"Why are you not moving?" Mu Yang looked at Wen Wenming strangely, picked up another ball and threw it casually.

"Bang." The ball hit the backboard and fell into the basket.

Wen Wenming looked dumbfounded, Mu Yang has already scored 3 goals.

The strange desire to win and lose ignited in Wen Wenming's heart. She rolled up her sleeves hastily, not to be outdone, and started a crazy continuous betting mode.

After one round, Wenming wiped the sweat off his brow and said breathlessly, "How much... how much? I'm 134."

"135." Mu Yang also wiped the sweat from his forehead slightly, with gloating in his tone.

Civilization almost passed out.

"Let's go ride a motorcycle." Wen Wenming took a moment to relax, and while pulling Mu Yang to the motorcycle area, he thought to himself: Motorcycles are my strong point, so I must win.

Mu Yang let Wen Wenming pull her, seeing Wen Wen muttering something in front of her, an imperceptible smile appeared on her face.

"K·O!" After two laps, the word "Failure" appeared on Civilization's display screen.

Mu Yang looked at Wen Wenming's dejected appearance on the motorcycle, and felt a little unbearable, so he patted her on the back lightly: "Okay, let's have another game."

The dying civilization suddenly jumped up. She straightened her back and looked at Mu Yang with bright eyes: "Really? Let's play another game!"

"I'm OK."

"Wait a minute, don't let the water go! I want to have an upright duel!" Before the start of the game, Wenming said righteously.

"Can't you turn on the water?" Mu Yang suddenly found himself in trouble.

"No! No! Absolutely not! If you release the water, I won't be with you..." Civilization's voice became smaller and smaller, and his face became more and more red.

But when Mu Yang heard it, she didn't say anything, but secretly smiled in her heart: It seems that this game has to go all out.

"Ah!" Wenming, who lost the game again, scratched his hair angrily, but suddenly laughed happily.

Mu Yang watched silently.

Afterwards, the two went to play shooting, boxing, gravity racing and other games. Wenming was surprised to find that Mu Yang's game ability was exceptionally good.

"You are amazing! How did you do it?" Wen Wenming handed Mu Yang a napkin and praised sincerely.

"I have received a little training. I'm hungry, let's go eat?" Mu Yang walked towards the door with a smile.

"Go to the supermarket to buy it and make it at home?" Wen Wenming chased after him and suggested.

"Ah, I won't do..."

"I will." Wen Wenming squeezed his eyebrows at Mu Yang, and finally felt proud all afternoon.

Mu Yang's house.

"Are you hungry? Just one more dish is missing." Wen Wenming stirred the spoon in his hand, and saw Mu Yang sniffing his nose and approaching her.

"It smells so good!" Mu Yang couldn't help but praise after smelling the aroma in the pot.

"Haha, this tomato stewed beef brisket is my specialty." Wen Wenming scooped up a spoonful of soup, leaned down to taste it himself, nodded with satisfaction, turned around and planned to pass it to Mu Yang beside him.

Mu Yang also lowered his head, put one hand on Wenming's back, and naturally opened his mouth to wait for Wenming to feed her.

Civilization froze immediately, and his mind could no longer continue thinking.

"What's the matter? Give me a sip... um..." When Mu Yang realized it, she bit her lip hastily, her face flushed instantly.

At this time, both of them maintained a stiff posture, Mu Yang's hand was still on Wen Wenming's lower back, and the distance between them was less than 10 centimeters.

The air suddenly heated up, filled with an ambiguous atmosphere.

I don't know who started it first, I only saw the heads of Wenming and Muyang getting closer and closer...

The author has something to say:

Do you think there was a kiss? !

Muyang is old Versailles hahaha.