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

Fang Qingqing smiled as soon as she saw the long series of zeros on the text message notification.

Hearing Yun Yan's apology again, my mood suddenly became clear.

"I accepted the money, and I also accepted the apology."

She shook the phone in her hand casually, and then her expression suddenly turned serious.

"But Mr. Yun, I don't believe that a servant who has worked in your house for many years and knows Xiao Yunsheng's likes and taboos by heart would do such a thing just because he dislikes me..."

She clicked until she clicked, her eyes as bright as stars, looking at Yun Yan quietly.

"I know what you mean, I'll find out."

Yun Yan was dressed in black, standing under the lamp in the corridor, as if his whole body was exuding Buddha's light, and his world-weary eyes were a little more humane.

"Very good, Mr. Yun, wait for the good news, good night."

Fang Qingqing didn't want to be misunderstood by Yun Yan on this matter in the future, so she simply stated her position directly.

A trace of embarrassment flashed across the handsome man's face, and before he could speak again, Fang Qingqing turned around and pushed the door open and entered the room.

The 10 million compensation and sincere apology brought Fang Qingqing a fleeting happiness.

She threw herself into the bed, took out her mobile phone, and prepared to find some anti-fans on the Internet to pull them out and whip their corpses. Everyone has a responsibility to guide the green trend of the Internet!

It doesn’t matter if you are surfing the Internet. As soon as you open Weibo, a prompt pops up:

"Your account login is abnormal!"

"Several meanings!"

Fang Qingqing gritted her teeth and went to the homepage to browse. Unexpectedly, her original crazy words had been posted on the Internet for a long time, and several entries had been taken up.

Not surprisingly, it is basically all the work of the little black guys.

Fang Qingqing's teeth were itching after reading the comments below, and her desire to hit someone became even stronger.

Recalling what her agent Liu Zhenzhen said, she seriously suspected that her account had been manipulated by her.

What are you doing? How can you not fight back when being scolded? ! !

This is not the way she, Fang Qingqing, behaves.

When an account was forced offline by changing its password, it was not difficult to restore it. She restored it with just a few operations on her phone with her slender fingers.

As expected, the private message and comment areas were closed again.

"These two cowards!"

She even complained to Xiao Shengsheng who had closed her comment section two days ago.

As soon as I opened it, comments popped up like crazy in the comment area.

Fang Qingqing picked one at random and started talking:

Netizen: You have the ability to go crazy, you have the ability to open the comment area!

Fang Qingqing: It’s open. If you have the guts, come over here!

Netizen: My family, who knows? Watching Fang Qingqing’s variety show is as uncomfortable as eating shit.

Fang Qingqing: I want to eat shit in exchange for pitfalls. I am here to make money and have no time to feed you.

Netizen: There are three kinds of Qingqing in the world, guest Qingqing, loving Qingqing, and the most beautiful Fang Qingqing in the world.

Fang Qingqing: How big are you?

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Netizen: People like Fang Qingqing do whatever they can to gain publicity and gain popularity for themselves, even risking the safety of their children. I don’t believe it was an accident during the live broadcast. It was definitely a pure script to gain popularity for Fang Qingqing.

Fang Qingqing: I still don’t believe dogs can type. Why can you? Every word you write is a code for future traffic. Think clearly before posting.

Hot searches started to refresh again.

Fans of the variety show’s mother-in-law, watching the fun, pouring money, and sending traffic to Fang Qingqing like crazy.

Just when Fang Qingqing changed her position and was enjoying herself, Liu Zhenzhen called.

Fang Qingqing took the phone away and pressed the answer button.

"Fang Qingqing, are you crazy?"

Liu Zhenzhen's roaring voice was filled with despair.

God knows, she had just taken a hot bath and put on a facial mask after a busy day. She turned on her phone and planned to relax, when she saw her little ancestor streaking online again.

"Don't be angry. I'm in a bad mood and looking for someone to vent my anger on. I think it works. How about you come too?"

She made a warm invitation to the agent.

"I'll come to you sister!"

Fang Qingqing: "I don't have a sister."

"My little ancestor, can you stop challenging your few popularity? Also, how do you log in to your account!"

"That can't tell you."

Fang Qingqing lay on her back and looked at the ceiling, "Brother Liu, don't worry. I know a thing or two about marketing. Don't worry, I will definitely control it within the range of firepower."

"It's still within the range of fire. Do you think we're going to fight?" Liu Zhenzhen was almost speechless.

Fang Qingqing looked up to the sky and sighed, this is not easier than fighting.

"Anyway, you know now that you can't take back your account if you want to. Your salary is only that small. Don't worry about exceeding your income range. Go to bed early and remember to bring my luggage tomorrow."

After saying that, Fang Qingqing hung up the phone directly.

Half of Liu Zhenzhen's mask has fallen off, and she is standing in the middle of her living room, looking at herself in disbelief in the mirror:

Just now, was Fang Qingqing laughing at her for her low income?

Who is to blame for her low income? Isn’t it because she brought in such an unlovable and unpopular artist with a lot of negative fans? Now I am still making heaven and earth there.

She thought she was Nezha, leaving her here to cause trouble in the sea!

Fang Qingqing went crazy, and Liu Zhenzhen's neighbors suffered greatly.

Late at night like this, many people woke up from their dreams because they heard bursts of wailing sounds from next door, like a resentful woman hanging herself -

Terrible and terrifying!

Fang Qingqing went crazy and was very happy. Not only did she reply to the anti-fans, but she also banned several typical people who used foul-mouthed words to attack her family members in the community for half a year.

"When you dig someone's ancestral graves, you have to look at their surnames. You guys didn't even understand what my name was and you just barked there. It's too bullying. You're yelling..."

After Fang Qingqing lost her last burst of madness, she was finally willing to wash up and go to bed.

The next day.

When Fang Qingqing went downstairs, she saw the butler preparing breakfast.

"Butler Liu, don't you have a pamphlet about the young master's taboo preferences? If you have any more, give me one."

Fang Qingqing was wearing light blue short-sleeves and a pair of white trousers, and her black hair was casually pinned with a black wooden hairpin. Her whole person was elegant and refined, with a simple yet sassy look.

The housekeeper has been feeling very guilty for wrongly blaming his wife last night.

Unexpectedly, my wife was still thinking about the young master's taboo preferences so early in the morning, and she suddenly felt even more moved and guilty.

"Okay, I'll get it for you right now. Madam, breakfast is ready. It is specially made according to your favorite taste and the medicinal diet ordered by the husband. Please eat more."

Fang Qingqing could already smell the aroma of the food. To be honest, she didn't eat much last night, and now she was already full of gluttons.

"Okay, thank you Butler Liu."

She replied calmly, then turned and went to the dining room.

Butler Liu's eyes were filled with tears as he looked at Fang Qingqing's beautiful back. Damn it for him. He couldn't find such a good wife even with a lantern. He was even unfriendly to her yesterday.

Damn it, damn it!

As soon as Fang Qingqing left, Yun Yan went downstairs, wearing a black vest and trousers and a white shirt. His whole person was dignified and distant, and the beads on his wrist made a slight sound with his movements.

He heard the conversation between Fang Qingqing and the housekeeper just now.

Warmth surged in my heart, and I felt like I had found a good partner——

On the road of loving Xiao Yunsheng, he is no longer alone.