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Jiang Chiyan was stunned for a moment, and opened Weibo hot search.

#Xiao Chengchi does not speak#

#Xiao Chengji Climbing High#

#Xiao Chengchi does not speak the curse of death#

#Xiao Cheng was cursed by a brain-dead marketing account#

Brain-dead marketing account Jiang Chiyan: "..."

Jiang Chiyan quickly took out his spare phone and opened Chibuyan's account.

Amid the series of ding ding dong dong news notifications, Jiang Chiyan was forcibly offline.

His Weibo account collapsed due to too many messages and private messages.

After five or six minutes, he managed to climb up. After clicking on Weibo, he found——

Number of followers: 32.5;

The number of comments under the only Weibo: 154 million.

Private message: 10+

Jiang Chiyan clicked on the comment section under Weibo, and sure enough, Qing Yishui scolded him all.

_: "Don't say anything and die!!"

_: "Which company's marketing account are you, so black our brother, three keys for ten yuan, do you deserve it?"

_: "Wouldn't it be nice to have some good words for yourself in order to catch Brother Cheng's popularity?"

_: "I have taken a screenshot and posted it to Brother Cheng's fan group and studio to report it, lj, don't delete the post if you have the ability."

_: "..."

Jiang Chiyan looked at the comments and smiled helplessly.

Also watching Weibo is Xiao Cheng's manager, the gold medal manager Lu Ting.

Lu Ting frowned, and looked at Xiao Cheng who was beside him, "The day after tomorrow you will hang on to Wia's appearance at the concert. We didn't let go of the materials, and we didn't announce any procedures. How did you know that you didn't say anything? Really? Evil door."

Holding the phone in his hand, Xiao Cheng carefully stared at Chi Buyan's Weibo, read it for a long time, and said, "It's him."

[The concert will be held on August 8th, avoid climbing high, otherwise you will be killed or injured, be careful. 】

The biggest flaw in Jiang Chiyan's speech is the date of August 8th.

The day (yue) of Ziyue and the day (day) of year, month and day are always foolishly unclear.

Lu Ting looked at Xiao Cheng in surprise, "Do you know who it is?"

Xiao Cheng murmured: "A fool."

A fool named Jiang Chiyan.

Lu Ting didn't respond, "Who?"

Xiao Cheng shook his head, "It's nothing... Sister Ting, it's getting late, I'll ask my assistant Xiao Wu to take you home first."

He didn't want to say it, but Lu Ting didn't try to force others, his eyes fell on Xiao Cheng's wounded hand wrapped in a handkerchief, "I have a Band-Aid and gauze in my bag, the handkerchief is not clean, throw it away."

Lu Ting stretched out his hand, wanting to help Xiao Cheng untie the wrapped handkerchief.

Xiao Cheng dodged subconsciously, as if the handkerchief was some kind of rare treasure, "No need."

Lu Ting nodded and left first.

Xiao Cheng opened a locked phone photo album.

There are thousands of photos in it, and every one is of Jiang Chiyan.

Xiao Cheng casually clicked on a photo of Jiang Chiyan.

The eyes are obsessed, nostalgic.

He slowly raised his hand, caressing the face of the man in the photo.

"Late banquet..."

Xiao Cheng lightly kissed Jiang Chiyan's lips on the screen.

At the bottom of the eyes, there is a pathological paranoid desire.

Xiao Cheng didn't move for a long time.

Until the phone runs out of power, it will automatically shut down.

He stuffed his phone into his pants pocket and glanced at his watch.It was already very late at this time, and the people at the reception were almost gone.

Xiao Cheng thought for a while, and stepped into the elevator.

When the elevator door slowly closed...

A fair and beautiful hand helped the elevator door down.

Xiao Cheng subconsciously pressed the door open button, and saw Jiang Chiyan walk into the elevator with a bottle of wound medicine in his hand.

Jiang Chiyan looked at Xiao Cheng, handed over the medicine with no expression on his face: "Medicine."

Xiao Cheng didn't move.

He stared straight at Jiang Chiyan, biting his lip.

In the mouth, there is already a smell of blood.

Jiang Chiyan raised his hand, instinctively wanting to open Xiao Cheng's mouth.

But he raised his hand halfway, and finally put it down again.

Xiao Cheng took two deep breaths, and asked Jiang Chiyan: "My phone is out of battery, can you... lend me yours?"

Jiang Chiyan looked at Xiao Cheng quietly, took out the phone, unlocked it, and handed it to him.

Xiao Cheng took it over, logged in to his Weibo, and clicked on a topic about cursing and saying nothing.

Jiang Chiyan glanced at the phone screen, his eyelids moved, "Do you believe what Chi Buyan said?"

Xiao Cheng was a little distracted and didn't speak.

Jiang Chiyan said indifferently: "Forget it, believe it or not, it's none of my business..."

"I believe it." Xiao Cheng said suddenly.

The corner of Jiang Chiyan's mouth curled up.

Xiao Cheng's voice was a bit hoarse, but he repeated it firmly, "I have always believed it."

After finishing speaking, Xiao Cheng looked down at the phone screen.

Using his own Weibo account and Jiang Chiyan's mobile phone, he posted a Weibo.

Xiao Cheng V: "Thanks for the reminder, I have always believed in you. @早不言......"

A few minutes after Weibo was posted, a brand new topic rushed to the trending searches.

#Xiao Chengjiang Late Banquet Wife#

After the topic, a black and red explosive word was added.

Xiao Cheng's fingers trembled, and he clicked on the topic with trembling hands.

then……

He saw behind the Weibo he just posted, and the source of the Weibo showed:

[Weibo from: Jiang Chiyan's wife's Brick No. 404 machine]