Zhang Moyan tossed and turned all night long, knowing that she had messed up.
No matter how slow her nerves were, she knew that Xiao Xingyu already hated her. Needless to say, the interview was definitely ruined, and she had no shame in staying in the Xiao family any longer.
Zhang Moyan plunged her head into the quilt in despair, feeling hopeless.
Thinking about it now, it was really boring for her to write a novel for Xiao Xingyu. She should have thought that this kind of thing would not be able to keep the fire, and it would be seen by the author one day. But what happened when she wrote the novel?
Didn’t you expect that?
I really regret it, but it’s a pity that there is no delicious medicine for regret in this world.
When it was dawn, I started packing my things. I felt that I was so embarrassed that I should leave without anyone noticing. But I felt uneasy about leaving like this, so I still wanted to formally apologize to Xiao Xingyu in front of him.
I will delete the article I wrote and promise not to do it again.
It’s not about being soft for an interview, but a sincere apology.
Although I know that doing so will not help, I feel very uncomfortable if I don’t do it.
I booked a flight for the afternoon on my mobile phone and started preparing what I wanted to say to apologize.
I practiced it over and over in front of the mirror a dozen or twenty times, stammering, and not very satisfied with the logic. No matter what, I felt that if I were Xiao Xingyu, I would not forgive myself.
I had no choice but to take a pen and make an outline and write another two to three hundred words. After memorizing it in front of the mirror, most of the morning would pass.
Then she faced a huge new problem, that is, she did not have the courage to apologize to him!
Thinking of how angry he was last night, I didn’t even have the courage to knock on his door.
Zhang Moyan lay weakly on the bed, watching the time pass by, feeling anxious and having a headache, and finally gave up. Since Xiao Xingyu would never forgive her, the difference between apologizing and not apologizing didn't seem to be that big.<
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However, the article must be deleted, so let me tell everyone in the group that from now on "National Male God, Come Over" will stop updating.
Zhang Moyan picked up her phone, opened the Weibo group, typed a sincere farewell text in the input box, read it three times, took a deep breath, and pressed the send button.
After all, it was something I had been persisting in for a long time, and I was very reluctant to give up when I suddenly stopped.
Some things are better not to start early in the morning.
A few seconds after sending it, a message that failed to send suddenly popped up. Zhang Moyan had to send it again, feeling sad again. However, after a few seconds, the message that failed to send still popped up.
Zhang Moyan sat up, feeling vaguely abnormal. She tried original text, comments, private messages, etc. on Weibo, but couldn't send them. Just when she was feeling flustered, a message sent to her by the system suddenly popped up on the interface:
"Hello, you have been complained by other users for publishing spam information that is against social order and good customs. According to the "Weibo Complaint Operation Rules", the "content" you "posted" constitutes the publication of spam information and will be processed accordingly."
Zhang Moyan was as shocked as a piece of wood, her account was blocked?!!!
Zhang Moyan quickly logged into his account and searched for "Are you sure you don't want to love me?" Sure enough, no such person was found.
Even if the account is gone, let alone the content posted by this account.
Zhang Moyan couldn't come to his senses for a long time. When he regained his senses, he immediately went to Xiao Xingyu's Chaohua and Weibo groups. As expected, even the Chaohua and Weibo groups were gone!
Zhang Moyan was stunned. There was only one possibility for him to be able to do these three operations at the same time in such a short period of time, and that was Xiao Xingyu doing it himself!
Zhang Moyan immediately ignored everything and ran out to knock on his door.
Not long after, the door opened. Xiao Xingyu, wearing a black shirt and black trousers, looked as stunning as ever, but his expression was cold and hard.
"Teacher Xiao, did you blow up my account, Super Chat and Weibo groups?"
"It's me," Xiao Xingyu's eyes were cold, but he didn't shy away from asking: "Do you have any dissatisfaction?"
His direct admission was beyond Zhang Moyan's expectation.
Xiao Xingyu twitched the corner of his mouth: "You can complain if you are dissatisfied, complain to the Internet platform, or sue me."
Zhang Moyan was choked and couldn't speak. After a while, he regained his train of thought: "You can blow up my account, but why do you want to blow up Super Chat and Weibo groups? That's what many people like, and they don't have it."
Hurt you?"
Xiao Xingyu's eyebrows added a sense of oppression, and he spoke clearly: "Because there are contents in those places that are against public order and good customs."
Zhang Moyan felt as if someone had poked her in the spine. Xiao Xingyu stared at her, "Besides, I just don't like it."
He finished speaking word by word, his lips pursed into a straight line, and the beautiful eyes under his deep brows were daunting at the moment.
Zhang Moyan can't do anything to him.
Xiao Xingyu's actions have demonstrated his determination, and his money is far enough to make these endings unshakable.
She was just an ordinary office worker with a meager salary. She was competing against someone as powerful as Xiao Xingyu. She had already guessed the ending from the beginning.
How could it be like this?
Although everyone gathered together in that Weibo group because they liked Xiao Xingyu, most of the time it was just a chat group with a friendly atmosphere. Everyone would chat about current affairs, gossip, and share their lives in it. Some people were heartbroken.
We will encourage each other together, and if anyone’s family is in need, we will also donate...
But now because I did something wrong, this group is gone... Many group members have never interacted with each other, so this means that those people have been scattered since then.
A huge feeling of guilt swept over her, and Zhang Moyan's eyes immediately turned red. If she hadn't written those things herself, things wouldn't have developed to this point. Thinking of such self-blame, two big tears rolled down her face.
Come down.
"You..." Xiao Xingyu's tense cheeks moved, and his tone softened unconsciously: "Why are you crying? Is this worth crying?"
Looking at the accusation in the woman's eyes, I actually felt that I was bullying others, which seemed very immoral.
Zhang Moyan wiped her tears with the back of her hand, swallowed her throat, and said, "Teacher Xiao, I apologize to you. Please consider that I have taken care of you for so many days and that we have done the same thing before."
In a few days, friend, have you restored your Chaohua? I promise that I will never post anything in Chaohua in the future, I will not join any group about you, and I will never write messy things again."
There is no need to think about the exclusive interview anymore. She only has so little leverage to negotiate terms.
Once the group is deactivated, it cannot be restored, but as long as Chaohua is around, those group friends will slowly get back together.
But as soon as she said this request, Xiao Xingyu's initial self-blame disappeared in an instant, and he became furious.
He was stung!
What is the insulting position of a friend?
Are you going to trade his good days these past few days for something as boring as "Super Talk"?
"You're dreaming! Have you ever reflected on it?" Xiao Xingyu's eyes were full of smoke, like a fire-breathing monster: "Zhang Moyan, I have never considered you a friend, and we will never be friends! You'd better remember it clearly for me.
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After saying that, he slammed the door shut and walked downstairs with murderous intent. He happened to bump into Zhou Xia who was going upstairs.
No one noticed when Zhou Xia arrived. Zhang Moyan suddenly remembered that Zhou Xia was scheduled to visit Xiao Xingyu at ten o'clock this morning.
"Brother Xingyu?" Zhou Xia is wearing a white fishtail skirt with slightly curly long hair, which makes her look like an actress.
Xiao Xingyu's brows were still furrowed, he passed her by without saying a word, quickened his pace and headed downstairs.
Zhou Xia looked at Xiao Xingyu's missing figure around the corner, stood still, and then went up the last few steps: "Mo Yan, what's wrong with you?"