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Xiang Wan and Fu Sheng put their heads together to study for a long time, and Xiang Wan asked his assistant to check to see if the two of them had gone too far and were officially banned.

The assistant said that he hadn't heard any rumors, and that Xiang Wan's Xingtu could still play.

"So what's the problem?" Fu Sheng asked.

Undecided, Fu Sheng decided to seek help from almighty netizens.

She wanted to log on to the trumpet to send a message to ask, but the account was lost &—zwnj; halfway, Fu Sheng suddenly realized that her trumpet had joined the CP fan group, and another party in the CP... Sitting next to her, Fu Sheng blushed, pretending that he didn't have the trumpet.

After reapplying for a trumpet, Fu Sheng rushed into the topic area of ​​"A Different Kind of Life", which was her last happy hometown.

In Fu Sheng's personal group, Fu Sheng asked: [The person who disconnected from the Internet asked why the CP topics between Fu Sheng and Xiang Wan--zwnj; all disappeared overnight, and asked what happened with the pearl milk tea on top of his head? 】

Just 2 minutes after the news was sent, Fu Sheng was covered by the topic team leader and dragged into a private chat room. The topic team leader said in a serious tone:

[Our teacher Fu and Wanwan are just ordinary colleagues, &—zwnj; everything is the effect of the show, please stop your rumor-mongering behavior, otherwise our legal department will take action! 】

【and many more! 】

The topic team leader found out that Fu Sheng is a trumpet with three nothings.

【You can't be a black boy, right? 】

[I warn you, go back to your own territory, if you pick something up, you will burn it if you cook it! 】

This is the first time for Fu Sheng to be scolded for being confused, and also threatened to take action by the legal affairs. She saw the leader of the topic with Fu Sheng's beautiful photo taken from a variety show as her avatar, and she fell into a rare silence.

[I'm not a sunspot, if I were a sunspot, I would burn it if I steamed it. 】

Fu Sheng typed this sentence expressionlessly, and then spent another 3 minutes blowing rainbow farts about himself and Xiang Wan, exhausting his entire literary talent, and finally managed to convince the team leader that he was really not a sunspot.

It's just a poor man who just got banned for speaking too loudly.

【Those who don’t know are innocent, so I’ll tell you now, don’t preach Wansheng is true anymore. 】

[Because they seem to be real. 】

Fu Sheng: "?"

She tried to understand the logic of the group leader, but found that the logic of the fans called themselves &—zwnj;body, which made her, a layman, confused.

[Is that bad?My fan's CP is real. ] Fu Sheng asked.

[Don't dare to say, don't dare to say! ! ! 】

The team leader &—zwnj; sent three exclamation marks in succession.

[OO love is not easy, if it’s just a hype, everyone haha&—zwnj; just laugh and have fun, then it’s over, but if it’s true, the two parties are still members of the public, so it’s impossible to guarantee that some outsiders will be caught, those people are full of brains It's all about giving birth, and we're doing a lot of alpha chauvinism. We are afraid that we will be punished later! 】

[Keeping silence is the best protection. 】

Wansheng CP fans have gone underground, this is their new slogan, &—zwnj; came to control the situation, try to avoid going out of the circle, and came here because they were afraid of disturbing the normal life of the young couple, after all, no one wants to see the Xiao Huang Wen with his own name flying around the Internet.

[I understand the truth, but why are you so sure? ] Fu Sheng asked.

[Confession, sister!What if that's not love? 】

The team leader took out a screenshot of the live broadcast of yesterday's show. It turned out that from the perspective of a bystander, Fu Sheng was so moved that he almost cried.

[Although, I didn't say that this... must be a confession, after all, I didn't say I love you to each other. 】Fu Sheng is still dying.

[Oh, that sister is really disconnected from the internet. 】

The topic team leader threw out her inventory at the bottom of the box, which was a screenshot of a chat record.This screenshot was only circulated in a small area in a few groups at first, and every time it leaked, it caused an uproar. Some people believed in the speculation of the group owner, while others questioned that it was just a hype.

The team leader is the first to witness and believe in the Bo people. After all, the real timeline is here, and the person who left the chat records cannot predict the future.

Fu Sheng clicked on the small picture, and what he saw was her previous trumpet.

At that time, she was wearing a vest and wanted to get into a certain CP fan resource group. The group owner checked her identity and asked her to self-certify her consumption. Fu Sheng casually took a group photo of the two at home, and lied that she had taken the group photo at the beginning. that little fan.

[Is there any problem with this? 】Fu Sheng had a bad premonition in his heart.

"Sister, is this you?" Xiang Wan said suddenly.

She pointed to the photo posted by Fu Sheng's trumpet on the chat history, smiling like a little fox who finally caught someone else's handle.

At the same time, a long series of messages from the editor of the topic group leader also came over.

She first reposted the screenshot, circled with a red pen a delicate iron pot that was accidentally caught in the mirror next to Fu Sheng's photo frame.

Posted another screenshot of "A Change of Life" issue, which was the scene where Xiang Wan took out the calming tea for Fu Sheng from his backpack.

Comparing the two, the tea pots "look" the same.

[When this picture appeared in that group, the issue of "A Different Kind of Life" hadn't been aired yet, so it's impossible for someone to buy the same style. 】

"But... the same type of tea is not impossible..." Fu Sheng struggled.

"Oh, sister," Xiang Wan chuckled, breathing on Fu Sheng's neck, "Of course it's impossible."

"The decoration on this jar was painted by myself."

[The case has been solved, Fu Sheng herself got into the inside of the CP fan, and she is still begging for resources everywhere! 】

With a "snap" sound, Fu Sheng quickly locked the screen. He didn't know how much Xiang Wan saw, but Xiang Wan was so smart, she should have understood what happened the instant she saw the screenshot.

To put it simply, it is roughly equivalent to Fu Sheng blowing himself up completely, nakedly running naked in the CP fan circle, and even causing the little fans to help her block the door of the closet.

Fu Sheng: "..."

"It seems that my sister is not good."

Xiang Wan took Fu Sheng's phone away and moved closer and closer to her until Fu Sheng was trapped between her and the sofa.

"I told my sister a long time ago, you can't watch those messy things, why is my sister disobedient?"

"If my sister wants to know about this, why ask others?"

"You should come to me."

"Whatever you want, I can do it."

When Xiang Wan said "a word, Fu Sheng backed away" for a minute, until Xiang Wan finished speaking, her back was already tightly pressed against the sofa, and Xiang Wan's lips were in front of her, there was no way to avoid it .

&—zwnj; Hours later, Xiang Wan's assistant came to help her pack her luggage. Fu Sheng hurriedly covered her glistening red lips and got up, grabbed the coat on the sofa, put it on her body, and pulled the zipper... to the highest.

Why does she not have an assistant, why does she have to pack her luggage by herself, why does a certain kid dare to act recklessly in broad daylight!

Fu Sheng beat and packed her things, and threw the clothes into the suitcase on the ground. She complained wildly to Xiao Wu in her heart, and "inadvertently fell into" a gentle embrace.

"Sister, let me help you... clean up together." Xiang Wan said.

She folded Fu Sheng's clothes one by one and put them in the suitcase, and even rolled up her underwear and sealed them in sealed bags.

"Put it down!" Fu Sheng said.

Holding the underwear bag in his hand, Xiang Wan suddenly felt blessed.

She showed off at Fu Sheng and asked, "Sister, will you go back with me?"

"If you don't come home with me, I won't return it to you." As he spoke, Xiang Wan made a gesture to put Fu Sheng's underwear into his pocket.

"Stop!"

"Are you still shameless?" Fu Sheng was shocked.

"If I can abduct my sister home, what shame would I have to do?" Xiang Wan asked confidently.

Fu Sheng was speechless. She found that Xiang Wan, a dead boy, seemed to have become more courageous after confessing his confession, and his skin was so thick that it was amazing.

What's even more speechless is that Fu Sheng seems to be following her set.

In the end, Fu Sheng got into Assistant Xiang Wan's car, and the two went to the airport together, and the seats in the cabin were also connected.

But Fu Sheng kept the bottom line, she insisted on going back to her home.

You can't get too used to Xiang Wan, this damn kid, what kind of yellow trash is in your mind every day!

The plane took off, &—zwnj; passed through the clouds, crossed over a dozen time zones, and landed in the city where Fu Sheng lived.

Xiang Wan parted ways with her, and she walked through the lights of thousands of houses by herself, walked into her home with the smell of food wafting from the neighborhood, turned on the lights, and the empty living room remained the same as it was before she left.

Opening the refrigerator, Fu Sheng cooked himself a bowl of noodles with fresh shrimps, vegetables and poached eggs. After eating the side dishes, Fu Sheng symbolically picked up two chopsticks and put down the noodles. &—zwnj; The professionalism of a female star keeps dinner only half full.

Put the pots and pans into the dishwasher, carry the kettle to water the green plants in your home one by one, take back the underwear that was washed and dried before leaving, and fold them in the closet.

After doing all this, Fu Sheng finally had to admit that she originally wanted Xiang Wan to calm down, but now she was missing Xiang Wan.

Obviously only separated for a few hours, but she has already begun to miss.

She tried to keep herself busy, but at the end of the day, she couldn't hold on to the false busyness. The moment she sat on the sofa facing the TV, loneliness filled her heart like a tide.

If Xiang Wan was there, the house wouldn't be so quiet. For the first time, Fu Sheng discovered that the solitude she was used to was so unbearable for her, and she would be driven crazy by the boundless silence.

She turned on the TV, trying to add some sound to the house.

The anchor broadcasts the news with a professional smile, the male and female protagonists of idol dramas are dying for something big, and the documentary channel is repeating the seabed exploration that has been broadcast [-] times. A bearable one.

Fu Sheng could only take out his phone. Xiang Wan didn't know what he was up to, and he didn't send a single message after several hours.

Fu Sheng clicked on &—zwnj; a familiar orange software, and when he logged in to his account, he accidentally quit the trumpet he had newly applied for in the morning, but typed the "—zwnj; word"—zwnj; abruptly"—zwnj ;A small account password.

Although she had lost her job, that account meant freshness and excitement, and it contained the portfolio she hadn't finished reading. With Xiang Wan not by her side, she finally extended her sinful hand to the meal replacement.

Fall!

There was a freeze... A second later, Fu Sheng logged into the small account, and a flood of private messages flooded out, red dots everywhere, shaking her eyes sorely.

This Sanwu trumpet has already had millions of fans at some point.

She hadn't used this account to post any public content yet, and fans actually built tall buildings under the greeting content automatically released by Fu Sheng's system when the account was established.

&—zwnj;layer&—zwnj;layer content is all&—zwnj; the same.

[Mr. Fu, don't worry, we all know that you never use a trumpet, and you never mess with OO relationships, so do you have any pictures?Modo Modo! 】

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