The little stepmother is poor and crazy, and the Buddhist disciples in Beijing kneel down and pamper

Zhang Ma didn’t understand what he meant, but she still answered seriously:

"This young master has been sensible and obedient since he came home. He is never picky about food, but he is allergic to hazelnuts. We didn't know it when we first came here, but the chef made a hazelnut cake. Oh my god..."

Su Jialuo's calm eyes lit up, her fingers with delicate manicures circled on the teacup, and she said slowly:

"In that case, then go ahead and order a cake for him."

"Su, Miss Su..."

Zhang Ma was startled, her voice filled with uncertainty.

Su Jialuo seemed not to have heard anything, but Shi Shiran stood up and said, "Mother Zhang, come and get your gift from me first."

Second floor bedroom.

Fang Qingqing had a good sleep. She stretched out on the bed and felt that she was in great condition.

"Hey? Why am I in bed?"

She only wondered about this for a second and then forgot about it.

Then she fumbled for her mobile phone. Didn't she gain nearly three million followers overnight? Let her see how everyone "praises" her.

Turn on the phone, Weibo is silent.

Looking at it again, I found that my comments and private messages were all closed at some point. Is this the solution Xiao Yunsheng said?

She thought for three seconds and opened all permissions.

Only then did I see that the number of fans was already as high as 4.5 million, and it was still growing.

It had only been a few hours, and the speed was so terrifying. Fang Qingqing felt that she was not going to be angry as He Dafa said, but was about to explode!

Just a few minutes after opening the private message to comment, countless messages flew in.

[Fang Qingqing, don’t you have a mother? Who taught you to take care of your baby like this? 】

[Bitch, don’t you know how to respect others? You can eat breakfast by yourself and eat so many eggs without fear of choking to death! 】

[Dare to be disrespectful to my God Luo, I’m afraid you won’t want to see the sun tomorrow! 】

[Fang Qingqing is a fool, don’t think I can’t recognize that you are the trash who confessed your love during the draft, and you were tied up to gain popularity. It’s disgusting! 】

[After all these years, you are still in the entertainment industry. Why don’t you die! 】

[Fang Qingqing/vomiting, vomiting, vomiting (picture)]

[If the entertainment industry is a big dye vat, then Fang Qingqing is the rat droppings, releasing colorful toxic gases and polluting everyone. 】

[Fang Qingqing, get out of the entertainment industry. 】

Among them, there were a few who praised her.

[Can Fang Qingqing fly? It's so cool to fly into the air to save the baby. 】

[Fang Qingqing kicked me in the chest. 】

[Fang Qingqing, although I think you are pretty good, you will get the scolding you deserve, and I dare not stand up for you. 】

……

Fang Qingqing's little face was wrinkled into a pimple. The netizen's curses were really all kinds and colorful, huh?

You don't dare to stand up for her, do you?

She stands up for herself!

Netizen: [Fang Qingqing, don’t you have a mother? Who taught you to take care of your baby like this? 】

Fang Qingqing: [You have a mother. Your mother taught you to curse people without drafting? 】

Netizen: [Dare to be disrespectful to my God Luo, I’m afraid you won’t want to see the sun tomorrow! 】

Fang Qingqing: [Of course I can’t see the sun, because I am the sun myself. 】

Netizen: [After all these years, you are still in the entertainment industry. Why don’t you die! 】

Fang Qingqing: [Hey, I won’t die. Not only will I not die, I will also live a colorful life. Are you angry? If you are angry, go to hell! 】

Fang Qingqing: [You can choke to death even if you eat an egg. Do you want to check your esophagus? Don't borrow the organs of rats and show them around. 】

Fang Qingqing: [You will die if you vomit like this. I wish you a smooth delivery and give birth to eight sons in one sitting. 】

Fang Qingqing: [Please politely get off the Internet, my comment section does not welcome you with such a knack for getting out of here. 】

Fang Qingqing: [touch your head. jpg/Don’t be afraid, I’ll do it myself! 】

……

Half an hour later, Fang Qingqing completely transformed into an Internet-addicted girl, frantically scanning the Internet without any hindrance.

Little did they know that while she was still on her Weibo homepage, she had already been on several hot searches.

#Fang Qingqing goes crazy and angrily attacks black fans

#Fang Qingqing, my sister is the sun

#Fang Qingqing, don’t be afraid, I will do it myself

#I don’t want to be a fan of her either, but she calls me good boy #Fang Qingqing and her fans go in both directions

After scolding her, her fingers were trembling and her eyes were sore. Fang Qingqing replied to the most disliked comments one by one. She was about to put down her phone and go downstairs to find something to eat and reward herself when she received a message from Liu Zhenzhen. phone number.

Also a roar.

Fang Qingqing: Why are all the agents in the world yelling! Can't you be as cowardly as Su Jialuo's manager and be gentler to yourself?

"What's wrong? If you have anything to say, please tell me. I'm weak and can't stand being frightened."

She was coquettish and spoke softly to Liu Zhenzhen on the other side of the phone.

"You were frightened. Thank God you didn't frighten me. Fang Qingqing, do you know what you have done?"

Fang Qingqing looked confused, got off the bed, kicked off her slippers and walked out.

"What did I do? I just woke up."

She doesn't think her reply to fans online is anything worth mentioning.

"Right now, right away, close your Weibo comments. Don't open them again, and don't reply to any comments from netizens. Otherwise, I won't mind locking your account!"

Liu Zhen was really angry and was spinning around. After getting along for a short time, she vaguely felt that Fang Qingqing was not an easy artist to lead, but she didn't expect that she was so difficult to lead!

Fang Qingqing reacted.

"Oh, this matter you are talking about, don't worry, I have already taken care of it, so you don't have to worry about this little thing. My great agent, my and Xiao Yunsheng's luggage are still at the show set. Could you please run for a while? Bring it here for me, you know the address, I love you, bye!"

After saying that, Fang Qingqing hung up the phone.

As soon as I came downstairs, I met Zhang's mother, holding a beautifully packaged box in her hand that looked like a cake.

"Madam, you are awake."

Zhang Ma respectfully said hello.

"Ok!"

Fang Qingqing leaned on the railing and looked towards the dining room.

"Madam, this is a cake prepared for the young master. If it is convenient for you, you can just bring it to the young master."

Zhang Ma's expression was tense, which made Fang Qingqing think that Xiao Yunsheng was not very close to others and Zhang Ma was a little afraid of him.

"Okay, give it to me."

Fang Qingqing took the cake. It was such a big cake that she and Xiao Yunsheng could eat together.

I think Yun Yan should have prepared this cake for Xiao Yunsheng.

After participating in a variety show for two days, the child was so frightened that he should be comforted.

Thinking like this, Fang Qingqing felt that Yun Yan seemed cold and unapproachable, but as a father, he really had nothing to say.