The host of Kuaichuan, his style of painting is wrong

Chapter 139 Can I touch your trophy? (45)
"What happened?" Cen Mu, who seldom talked in the group, suddenly pretended to be dead.

"Ah, ah, living little Mumu!"

"Xiao Mumu is feeling better. Mr. Wuyan said that you are sick. There is no live broadcast for the past two days. Take good care of your health."

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Cen Mu's news was immediately brushed down by concern, he suddenly felt a little embarrassed, and typed weakly: "Thank you for your concern, I have been discharged from the hospital, and I can broadcast live after two days of rest. But the village is connected to the Internet, so everyone can talk about what happened. What is it?"

After saying a long paragraph, Cen Mu held his mobile phone and watched his news being uploaded quickly again.

God, why are these kids so fast?
Let's play games together, take me!
Cen Mu watched them say things one by one.

Probably after Cen Mu issued his apology statement in the middle of the night, a chrysanthemum immediately forwarded it, and then scolded it even more disgustingly.

As a result, the next afternoon, Mr. Wuyan hung up a chrysanthemum and a peach melon.

The ip address of these two numbers is one, and the two numbers are added to follow the comparison, like, forward, and mobile phone identification.All the evidence was laid out one by one, and now all the outlets have fallen, and all the blame points to Yan Yan.

Fans of many other anchors also began to watch, and posts began to be posted.Moreover, Yan Yan often talked about who was cooking during the live broadcast, which aroused the dissatisfaction of many passers-by, and now almost everyone stepped on it.

Knowing about it, Cen Mu suddenly understood why Yan Yan came to him suddenly.

He re-read the news that Yan Yan sent him, and there was no one sorry in the whole article, he, Cen Mu, was really blind.

"Sorry, I didn't see the news until I was hospitalized. How can I help you?" After thinking about it for a while, even though I understood it, the memory of playing games with Yan Yan is still there.

Being used is real, and so is happiness.

Forget it, after helping this time, it doesn't matter anymore.

"Little Mumu, you finally showed up! You must help me this time, you don't know how badly my brother was hacked this time."

He didn't ask why Cen Mu was hospitalized, and the moths made by his fans were also slandering him.

This black fan is really excellent, and he sent tens of thousands of gifts, which is really enough.

"What should I do?" Cen Mu replied.

"You delete your weibo repost first, and then we pretend to chat until late at night? In short, this is all caused by black fans, and the brotherhood between us is still there, do you understand?" Yan Yan The typing speed is much faster, and a large paragraph will be sent out soon.

Cen Mu frowned slightly, forwarded it on Weibo?
He has never reposted anything on Weibo, isn't the latest one an apology from him?

When Cen Mu logged in, the apology statement had been deleted.The latest one was to repost the wordless evidence of hanging people. Cen Mu felt very happy. It was good to see his fans finally not needing humble explanations.

There was a lot of cheers below, and there were also many unappetizing comments.

"It's all caused by a chrysanthemum. What does Yan Yan have to do with us? Maybe Yan Yan and Xiao Mumu are still good brothers!"

"Upstairs, the way you jump your feet makes people have no desire to reply.

May I ask what you said brother was doing when you scolded us Mumu?When we Mumu apologized, did you brother Yan respond?Has your family self-directed and acted in this play, did your elder brother make his C debut?
Now I have been slapped in the face, please apologize quickly, and then be as quiet as a chicken, okay! "

—————— I am the dividing line
Ps: The list of October activities will be announced next Monday, good night babies
(End of this chapter)