In the morning, Di Hanzhe returned to work in Shangshi Group, and Mu Mumu did not need to record the program in the morning, and was at home.

Holding her laptop, she edited and edited the lyrics of "Fu Song Xing" that she coded out yesterday, and then sent it directly to the director of the Sword Like a Dream crew.

After clicking send, Mu Mumu exited the page and opened Weibo, and the private message comment area was full of bright red dots.

Mu Mumu clicked on the headline of the search page, and saw that Li Yue was really on the hot search, and she accounted for four of the six hot searches.

Mu Mumu clicked on two of them to take a look, they were all kinds of pickpocketing discussions and speculations by news reporters about the accident on the show yesterday.

The hot search is followed by the complaints, comments and insults of Weibo users.

In one night, Li Yue became a black person on the whole network.

Mu Mumu raised her eyebrows and looked at the comments in the comment area, one of which attracted her attention with a hot comment with more than 50,000 likes, and saw that it was a black history revelation about Li Yue and its real picture.

Li Yue in the picture is lying on the huge bed, and the important places are marked with Maxey, but he can still see clearly.

Li Yue obviously fell asleep, and with this picture, she has a lot of fast bruises on her skin, which will inevitably make people can't help but think about it.

Mu Mumu raised her eyebrows and clicked on the post under this comment, and the number of people who joined the discussion reached 30,000.

"Li Yue, this little lady is in good shape, I really want to press her a few times. ”

"I have long known that Li Yue is not a dry person, she wears revealing and seductive eyes, she has no acting skills and is still mixed in the entertainment industry, at first glance, she is a lover who is raised by a certain general manager, looking at this picture, I want to vomit disgustingly. ”

"Li Yue is about to be imprisoned, and you can only watch the picture to be greedy, hehehe. ”

"No matter what Li Yue's character is, just looking at her ****, she can't help but ......... a man"

"It's a pity that Li Yue is about to go to prison, otherwise Lao Tzu would have tied her up and let her die of a night of drunken dreams with Lao Tzu. ”

Looking at the various unbearable comments in the comment area, Mu Mumu couldn't stand it anymore and clicked out.

So far, all messages from Li Yue have been blocked.

Just as she was about to close her laptop, suddenly the mailbox rang, indicating that someone had sent her an email.

Mu Mumu opened the mailbox and saw an email from the director: [Miss Mu's "Fu Song Xing" is very well written, we are very satisfied, I don't know when Miss Mu is free, our crew sent someone to accompany you to record the song, and I am looking forward to our cooperation this time. 】

Looking at the director's email, Mu Mumu thought about it, tapped on the keyboard, and replied, [I will be free tomorrow morning, I can go to the recording studio to record a song, it is my honor to cooperate with your crew, and I also look forward to this song becoming the theme song of Sword Like a Dream. 】

Director, [Okay, I'll send someone over now, and the contact information will be sent to your mailbox later.] 】

Mu Mumu replied, waited for a while, and saw that the director didn't reply again, so he went offline and turned off the computer.

Taking a glass of warm water, she walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked out the window, it was a cloudy day, so it looked gray outside, and the scenery was not very good.

Drinking the warm water, her thoughts drifted to Di Hanzhe's body unconsciously, presumably he was still busy with work.

It was very late in the early hours of yesterday morning, and she found that the people around her were gone, and when she touched the brocade quilt, it was already cold, which showed that he had been away for a long time.

When she walked out of the bedroom, she found that the light in the study was on, and he was sitting at his desk facing the computer, as if he was dealing with something very important.

Afraid of disturbing him, she didn't go in, and went back to the bedroom to wait for him, but she didn't want to be confused, so she actually fell asleep again.

When he woke up again, it was already this morning, and he had already gone to work, with only the familiar love notes on the bedside table.

"Baby, I'm going to make money, there are warm porridge and cakes for you in the kitchen, remember to eat, and I may come back late in the evening, wash and wait for me." ”