Leng Zimo was about to throw the phone into the trash can. When he heard her words, his fingers that were about to loosen tightened again, "Let's just leave it here for now. I'll have someone take it to repair it tomorrow. It's just
After soaking it in water, it should be repairable."
Luo Xiaoqian never thought of the complicated process, and her expression turned bright immediately, "Can it really be repaired?"
"I promise!" Leng Zimo took out the handkerchief from his pocket and wiped off the water stains on her hands, "Didn't you say you want to make some ginger syrup for me?"
"Yes, I'll go now. You go to the study first, I'll be right back!" Luo Xiaoqian came to her senses and ran downstairs again.
After walking into the study room with his cell phone soaked in water, and carefully closing the door tightly, Leng Zimo immediately dialed Zhuo Yanan's cell phone again.
"what is going on!"
There was irrepressible anger in his voice.
"I don't know the specific situation. It seems that someone first reported a post on Tianya. Because it concerns you and Luo Xiaoqian, the number of reprints is increasing rapidly. I have sent people to check, but
No clues have been found so far." Over the phone, Zhuo Yanan sounded anxious.
“Send the link to my email!”
After giving the order, Leng Zimo hung up the phone neatly and turned on the computer.
After a while, a new email popped up in the mailbox.
Leng Zimo clicked on the link, and several photos immediately appeared in front of him.
In the photo, Luo Xiaoqian's clothes are half open and loose. If she goes down a little further, she will be exposed. A man is facing away from the camera, hugging her, and covering her chest with his palms through the clothes.
The photos below are similar to this one.
Because Luo Xiaoqian's face is facing the camera, you can tell it's her at a glance.
The man with his back to the camera was wearing a light-colored suit and was tall. Although it was just a back view, Leng Zimo could still recognize it as himself at a glance.
Obviously, this was a celebration party. When he pulled Luo Xiaoqian into the utility room, he was secretly photographed from outside the door.
Quickly scrolling down the page, Leng Zimo looked at the dirty content under the photo, such as "The pure princess turned out to be in a position by taking off her clothes", "Didn't forget to hang up the man at the celebration banquet"... Leng Zimo's finger holding the mouse suddenly clicked
Tighten.
Accompanied by the sound of joints, there was the sound of the mouse shell being cracked.
"Damn it!"
With a low curse, he dialed a number again.
Leng Zirui's voice came out with a smile on the receiver, "Are you hot enough? You dare to play in the utility room..."
Leng Zimo was not in the mood to listen to his jokes. Since his brother already knew, he didn't talk nonsense.
"I'll give you half an hour to find out who posted it and block all the main posts!"
"At this time, blocking the main post may not be of much use. Actually, this kind of scandal is nothing. Just tell everyone openly that you are in love and it's over. What's the big deal about being intimate with your boyfriend!"
"Stop talking nonsense, there are still twenty-nine minutes!"
Leng Zimo interrupted him angrily.
"OK, OK! I'll give you the news within twenty minutes!"
Leng Zirui hung up the phone there.
His eyes fell on the screen, scanning the one-sided attack comments made by trolls, and Leng Zimo slapped the broken mouse on the table.
Behind the door, Luo Xiaoqian carefully pushed the door open a crack and looked at the furious Leng Zimo behind the table, "You didn't hear the knock on the door just now. Can I... come in?"
After closing the open web page, Leng Zimo took a deep breath, adjusted his mood, and said, "Come in."
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As soon as I came back, Her Majesty the Queen Mother immediately adjusted me to the Spring Festival mode, where I ate, chatted, went shopping, and even acted as a driver.
All kinds of parties, all kinds of partying, all kinds of drunkenness, all kinds of blindness...
In summary.
Updates are unstable during the Spring Festival. I will write more as I write, but the time is still not fixed. Please forgive me!
