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Chapter 2560

Three days later, an obituary appeared on Weibo.

"Yesterday at six o'clock in the afternoon, Miss Xie Miao completely left us due to cardiac arrest. She was a very good actor. May there be no pain in heaven, and may those who like her be healthy and happy."

As soon as the obituary came out, netizens were silent at first without any reply, and then they exploded. A flood of messages rushed to Xie Miao's Weibo.

"Why is it so sudden? I was watching her show yesterday and she kept laughing. We thought she would be more beautiful and better. What's going on now?"

"It's really hard to accept. I interviewed her last week. Why did she suddenly disappear? Why did she suffer a cardiac arrest?"

"As a fan of Xie Miao, I can't accept this result. It's so cruel and heartbreaking. Why is it Xie Miao! Why is it my Xie Miao!"

"Stop making trouble, stop talking nonsense, how could it be Xie Miao, how could something happen to Xie Miao!"

Many people couldn't accept this news, and people from various Aite entertainment circles were waiting for their replies. But this news was so sudden, not to mention the netizens, even Ye Feifei and the others didn't expect it.

However, after this Weibo was posted, no one held a funeral for Xie Miao. Because the spokesperson of her studio sent another message saying: "Xie Miao had prepared a suicide note before. She said that if she died, she would let people know

Throw her body into the sea and leave it on the bottom of the sea forever. Only then will she be free. We respect Xie Miao's last wish. So friends who want to commemorate her can go to the sea near you and throw white chrysanthemums. Maybe Xie Miao can see it.

"

After netizens read this article, many prepared white chrysanthemums and spontaneously went to the nearby sea. After throwing the white chrysanthemums, they took photos and uploaded them to Weibo to commemorate Xie Miao.

"I thought not many people cared about you, but I didn't expect you have a lot of fans." After reading Weibo, Xie Yun put his phone on the bed, got up and looked at the people outside the window.

Xie Miao didn't move. She sat on the sofa, logged into her mobile banking, found her bank account, and divided the money she had deposited into seven parts and transferred it out bit by bit.

"What's the point? This is what fans are like." Xie Miao looked like she had seen through everything.

Xie Yun turned around, his eyes fell on the body that was as small as his own, and smiled: "You mean, no one cherished you when you were alive, but many people care about you when you are dead?"

Xie Miao nodded, put down his phone and looked at Xie Yun, "Yeah. Don't you see it? When I was alive, my identity was already going downhill. But now they miss me in all kinds of ways, and they still mention my previous status.

Find out the works and say that you miss my works and my characters. How fake!”

"Hahaha, now you can separate from these dummies." Xie Yun smiled.

Xie Miao nodded, yes, we can leave that circle. But how should she and Xie Yun go on now?

"We are still a gangster!" Xie Miao thought of a question.

"Well...it doesn't matter. I'm looking for someone to help me apply for the household registration. It should be done soon. Don't worry, I'm pulling you to live with this identity. Of course I won't cheat you." Xie Yun held his face,

He blinked at Xie Miao like a child.

Xie Miao curled her lips and said disgustedly: "You're not good at acting, so you better stop pretending."

"Well, okay. I won't pretend. But did you see what I said on Weibo? Do Ye Feifei and the others care about you?"


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