The comments of those anti-fans on the Internet were quickly dealt with, and the complete video and photos of the airport were also released, along with the entire incident.
The police station even came out to issue a notice, saying that they would speed up the investigation and give Song Qiao an explanation.
Now that things have developed to this point, the situation has become very clear.
Song Qiao's fans straightened their backs and threw the newly released truth in front of them.
——[You guys keep spraying, keep spraying while watching this video.]
——[It turns out that not everyone has a brain, and it may have been eaten by dogs long ago.]
——[Oh my God, let me see who is slapping me in the face.]
All kinds of taunts came out one after another, and the anti-fans and all kinds of rival fans looked at this solid evidence and couldn't refute it, and they were very depressed.
Finally, they struggled and said, "Even if Song Qiao is the victim this time, she must have a problem. Otherwise, if they don't go to others, why don't they go to your master?"
——[Oh my God, is this the theory of victim guilt?]
——[I finally saw the diversity of species today.]
——[Talking to such a person makes me feel like my intelligence has been insulted.]
After Song Qiao fans said this, they turned off the microphone and said nothing more.
No matter how happy the anti-fans and rivals dance, they refuse to turn on the mic, fearing that talking to them will lower their IQ.#@$&
As a result, all their attacks seemed like fists punching into cotton, which was very depressing.
Damn it, why are Song Qiao fans so annoying!
When Momo saw the development on the Internet, she laughed so hard that she called Song Qiao on the spot. She laughed for three minutes and said, "This time is so relieved. Those who bought hot search trolls behind the scenes probably didn't expect things to develop like this.
"
Song Qiao controlled the wheelchair and slid to the bedside. She looked out the window at the dark night and suddenly said, "Momo, I want to work harder."
In the cold winter night, there were not many people around, and only the street lights were shining alone.%&(&
A smile slowly appeared on her lips, "I want to reach the top as soon as possible so that everyone can see me and let them not regret becoming my fans."
In the past, Song Qiao's purpose in entering the industry was for revenge.
Although I didn't do half-hearted work, I really didn't think much about the fans, but today at the airport, they spontaneously formed a circle to protect themselves.
On Weibo, I believe her unconditionally.
Such feelings made Song Qiao unable to help but want to give more back to them, or at least, make them feel proud by mentioning it.
"I'm very happy that you think so." Momo paused for a long time and her voice became softer.
She watched Song Qiao come all the way, and also watched her efforts for revenge. Many times, she was also worried, feeling that Song Qiao was not popular.
Now, when I hear her talk about working hard for her fans, my first reaction is to feel happy.
Song Qiao said, "After the new year, please give me more jobs."
"no problem."
The minor turmoil on Weibo was quickly resolved, and Song Qiao completely began to recuperate at home.
Every day when she opened her eyes, there was a meal prepared by Mrs. An. Qiqi and Xiaotang also gave up most of their time watching TV and playing with toys, standing by her side waiting for orders.
Under their careful care, Song Qiao recovered quickly from his injuries.
On New Year's Eve, she was able to walk slowly without any injuries.
Aunt An was so happy that she bought a lot of window stickers from outside, saying that she wanted to tidy up the house and make it more festive.
"Grandma An, let's help you put it up!" Qiqi and Xiaotang were very interested in putting up window grilles.
They took the window grilles from Mrs. An and went to study and toss with them.
Song Qiao sat at the table, making dumplings and watching them climb up and down. From time to time, he would be asked to help check whether the window grilles were straightened.
"Move to the left...a little higher...that's it." Song Qiao nodded.
Qiqi and Xiaotang put up the window grilles, jumped down and ran to take a closer look, they saw that they were really impressive.
Aunt An applauded from the side, "Qiqi and Xiaotang are great, and their posts are even prettier than Grandma An's. Okay, go wash your hands, we'll do something else later."
In the past two days, Mrs. An took them to clean the house, buy new year's goods, and also made a lot of New Year's food.
In short, even though there were only four of them in the house, it was still lively.
On the night of New Year's Eve, Mrs. An has been busy since the afternoon. She has cooked all kinds of complicated and difficult dishes. The table is so full that she can hardly put them down.
"Grandma An, that's enough. There are only four of us. If we do too much, it will be wasted." Qiqi stood by and said worriedly.
Xiaotang also nodded in agreement, "Yes, this is not good."
Aunt An said with a smile, "I just have to make more so that I can't finish them all." She put the dumplings into the pot, "Eat until tomorrow so that you have more than enough every year."
"oh……"
Qiqi and Xiaotang blinked, feeling like they had learned new knowledge.
Song Qiao, as an injured patient under special care, naturally didn't have to do anything. He just had to sit in front of the TV and watch the program.
Occasionally, Qiqi and Xiaotang would sneak orders from the table for her to taste.
Before it was time to eat, she was already half full.
"Dong dong——"
There was a knock on the door.
Qiqi was very fast and ran over to open it. She found Momo, whom she hadn't seen for a few days, leaning weakly against the door with a bottle of red wine in her hand.
"Sister, I can't go back this year, why don't you take me in for the New Year?" She swayed the red wine in her hand.
Song Qiao was surprised and asked her to come in quickly, "Why didn't you go back to celebrate the New Year this year?"
Momo walked in, kicked off her shoes casually, handed the red wine in her hand to Xiaotang, walked to the sofa and lay down, "Don't mention it."
Her eyes were dull, "I've been running around here and there every day recently in order to negotiate some good scripts for you. Before I came here, I had just met with a director, so I didn't have time to get back."
As for those who are celebrating the Chinese New Year, it would be too miserable if they were alone in the company eating instant noodles.
Momo figured it out and just came to Song Qiao.
"Thank you for your hard work." Song Qiao said sincerely, "Eat more today and replenish your body."
Momo clenched his fist and said it was okay.
Strangely enough, as soon as she arrived, she seemed to have set a precedent. Not long after, the door was knocked again, and this time it was Zhao Gege.
Holding a basket of fruits in her arms, she looked at Song Qiao and asked cautiously, "Sister Qiao Qiao, can I celebrate the New Year at your house tonight?"
"Why didn't you go back?" Song Qiao was surprised.
Zhao Gege frowned and almost cried, "I was busy with work this year and forgot to grab the tickets in advance. By the time I realized it, they were all gone."
She said, looking at Song Qiao pitifully.
Seeing her dazed look, Song Qiao felt funny in her heart and said, "Come in quickly, it's so cold outside, and Mrs. An has prepared a lot of food today, which is enough for you to eat."
Mrs. An also likes crowds of people and liveliness, "Yes, yes, come on, everyone."
