The days of frying CP with the enemy

Xu Yang thought that there was something wrong with his ears, and that his artist was in love with his head, and he didn't care about his future because of him.

He Xingci also didn't react for a long time, what is Mo Ran talking about?To help myself take on this responsibility, not to mention how to take care of it, what is his purpose.

Mo Ran thought he didn't believe it, so he cut his own Weibo account in front of him, and clicked on the "Publish Weibo" interface. "Just say that you lost the bet with me, and the punishment I mentioned is fine."

Nan Yan said silently: "You are all three-year-old friends online. You are so foolish. No one will believe you."

Mo Ran agreed with his words, "You are right, if others say that, they must not believe it, but I am Mo Ran. They must believe it."

Mo Ran, who doesn't talk much, combines his words with his deeds. After editing the text, he sends it out like this. He doesn't give the two managers on the opposite side a chance to think and decide, and he doesn't give He Xingci the time to reject his kindness.

He Xingci's expression is not very good-looking, he really can't figure out where Mo Ran is acting.If it were him, he would definitely be laughing in a ball in the corner, wishing he could step on it a few times.

Hiss... This gap in life makes him very unbalanced.

"Mo Ran, did you really post it?" He Xingci reconfirmed that the first post on Weibo was from Mo Ran.Eyes wide open, this second, 0 likes and 0 comments, next second, thousands of likes and thousands of comments.

It's one thing to be overwhelmed by such comments, but another to watch other people's traffic grow wings.

He nodded, and Mo Ran had no special emotions on his face, as if he was posting a daily Weibo.

Xiao Zai Zai was forced to work: Aww, the male god has gained more blogs! !Hahahaha He Baobao really didn't do it voluntarily, male gods, are you a game of the program group?

Mo Ran reads the comments at will. In the past, he didn't look at it very much, and left it to his assistant to take care of it.

Today, it's different.

That being the case, let's reply in a smooth manner.

Mo Ran replied that Xiao Zai Zai was forced to work: Yes.

Then, Weibo exploded again.

Netizen A: I am under the lemon tree! ! ! ! !The male god almost never flops back! ! !I'm so sour! ! ! !

Netizen B: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh !

Mo Ran seldom reads comments, and is almost suffocated by enthusiasm. When he sees comments like "Mom loves you", he clicks into this netizen's homepage with doubts.

Sex: Male.

Not only this one, but all the people who posted "Mom loves you" on this floor were males.

He showed it to He Xingci who was in self-isolation: "Do you know why men want to swipe me Mom loves you?"

He Xingci was listless, he didn't even look at him, his eyelids drooped. "Probably they want to be your mother. A male mother is also a mother. You should be content." He just couldn't figure it out, and Mo Ran helped him again and again. What's the matter, he would only be happy if the favor he owed him could be arranged in France?

He Xingci is a person with a strong sense of social boundaries.

He likes to come and go, and he does not owe each other favors.

If there is no way to return the favor owed to others, he will feel uncomfortable just thinking about it.Some people would say that he was a strange person, but He Xingci still didn't think there was anything wrong.

Living in debt to others is like being weighed down by a boulder, often out of breath.

Therefore, he must find an opportunity to return all the favors owed to Mo Ran.

He looked at him quietly.

Especially Mo Ran, he wants to have nothing to do with him.