Yikes!

Hurt!

Meng Ke was woken up by a sharp pain, and his calf and stomach hurt hotly.

Standing up stunned, Meng Ke found that everyone had come out, and there were two stickers sticking to the side of his calf.

One of them also had a fine layer of leg hair stuck to it.

Wang Wei fiddled with it cheaply: "Si'er, you sleep more than a pig, you can't feel it if you sell it." ”

Wang Wei, who is satisfied, has long been unable to see the pain of the goddess's marriage, the pain comes and goes faster, it is really heartless.

"Brother, this day almost tossed me to death, can you not fall asleep. Meng Ke grinned and rubbed his calves, and looked at the masseur with slightly red cheeks on the side, "Do you still bring leg hair from this massage?"

"There is a package. ”

"Don't make a fuss, go out and enjoy it, don't worry about it, it's just a pain, it's not in the way." Boss Han Ming smiled and hugged Meng Ke's shoulders, "Let's go, let's go." ”

While walking down, Meng Ke suddenly thought: "Third brother, you can do it, you said that you were going to the sauna, why did you go in too?"

Meng Ke: It's okay not to say this.

As soon as he said it, Chen Bo's cheeks were flushed.

Han Ming was still coaxing beside him: "I never expected that the third child of our family would be the last to come out, and his small body has great energy, it can be, and it has a future." ”

"Brother, light, back pain. Chen Bo didn't know whether it was pretending or being real, so he grinned.

"Hurt a fart, comfortable?" Meng Ke asked.

"I don't understand what you're talking about. Chen Bo was vague.

"Then what are you doing? Don't say you really went to take a bath?" Meng Ke continued to ask.

"Hmm. ”

"Uh-huh, I believe you're a ghost. ”

For Chen Bo not talking about his experience, Meng Ke and the three of them were indignant, especially Wang Wei, who felt that only his ugly things had been exposed, which was unfair.

It's not fair?

Wang Wei may not know that Chen Bo not only came out late, but also left an extra mobile phone number in his trouser pocket.

As for what routine you get?

It's a lot of brains to use routines, isn't it fragrant to give money directly, it's very cheap to buy a mobile phone number, just try it, once raw and twice cooked, and make an appointment next time.

If Meng Ke knew Chen Bo's thoughts, he would definitely guess that this guy would probably be a frequent visitor here in the future.

Bet a hundred bucks.

Lost the egg bow bounced Tintin Ding.

There's no way, who makes Chen Bo under a lot of pressure, the doctor's academic pressure plus the strength of his daughter-in-law and the strength of the Mo family, how can he need a place to decompress.

It's just that the pocket money in the future has to be carefully calculated.

Grass.

This money, it's really like underwear, you have to have it, you have to have it, although you don't have to prove it to everyone, but you can't have a dime when you should spend it and enjoy it.

……

Go home at dawn.

Meng Ke fell asleep on the bed as soon as his head was opened.

I don't know how long I slept, but my phone seems to be ringing all the time anyway.

I woke up naturally.

In the evening.

Meng Ke woke up slowly, stunned in a daze, and stayed for a full quarter of an hour before returning to his soul.

Subconsciously took the mobile phone, and the water was full of Yu Jirui's missed calls, a full thirty-three.

"It's over, something must be wrong. ”

Meng Ke sat up excitedly, and did not dare to reply directly to Yu Jirui, but turned on the computer and logged in directly to the author's background, without receiving a message of abnormal operation.

Then click on the APP of the Internet Literature Alliance.

Brush Brush Brush ......

Rows and rows of site-wide messages.

All of them are rewarded "Celebrating More Than Years".

What does this mean?

Met the local tyrant army?

Meng Ke smiled, this is not abnormal, the rewards for themselves are real money, and the platform side also has half of it.

Meng Ke didn't look carefully.

If you look closely, you will find that these tips all have promotional slogans.

Directly there are two camps, fans and book friends, who regard Meng Ke's new book as a battlefield and put it together to see who is better.

Quietly updated another 70,000 words.

Meng Ke checked left and right to confirm that there was no problem, and then called Yu Jirui.

Three tones and it was passed.

"Hey, boss, I'm dazed, I can't bear the word last night, I can't bear it, I didn't see your phone, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, next time I go to Mingzhu, I'm sure I'll apologize in person." Meng Ke's low-level explanation, it stands to reason that the relationship between the two is not like this.

But...... There's no way, the title of the editor boss is pressed on the top of his head, it's really unconscious.

"You didn't sleep last night?" Yu Jirui asked coldly.

"I didn't sleep, I definitely didn't sleep. Meng Ke thought about it, his own person was in Nanchuan, and it was a very hidden place, so he would definitely not be discovered, gritted his teeth, and did not admit it.

"And what is your attitude towards last night's events?" asked Yu Jirui.

"Attitude?"

"Things?"

"What's the matter?" Meng Ke really didn't know.

"Hehe......" Yu Jirui sneered, "Don't you even read the headlines?"

Headlines?

Meng Ke hurriedly clicked on Weibo, dragged it to the position of the hot search, and read it one by one, and the title of the fourth article instantly attracted him: "Junk literature leads to the chaos of fund-raising scams, is an Internet writer a moral degradation, or the fuse of capital's pursuit of profit? Can a writer only bow to money?"

What about yourself?

Meng Ke immediately thought of those large rewards.

How can fan tipping become a scam?

What else is capital profit-seeking?

Oh Wall Street!

Meng Ke clicked on the content, and sure enough, the report was celebrating more than one year, focusing on criticizing himself as an Internet writer who can look back in his years.

After scolding and cursing, Meng Ke hurriedly explained to Yu Jirui: "This matter really has nothing to do with me, I don't know anything, anyway, I definitely didn't brush the data." ”

Yu Jirui: "Nonsense, you probably don't have so much money in your bank card, I reminded you before, take care of the fan base, look at what you've been doing these days?"

As soon as singing is mentioned, Yu Jirui is angry, a boy sings for a girl in person, sings an exclusive song, have you ever seen someone singing "Father"?

If Yu Jirui wasn't angry, she wouldn't feel sorry for her name.

But Meng Ke was really wronged, first of all, he had long forgotten his father's stalk, and casually said to Yu Jirui at that time, in fact, he really prepared a little love song before going on stage, but he changed it temporarily, and then he forgot it.

Secondly, he is not good at the management of fan content.

"Boss, I tried my best, they have to give a reward, and I can't stop them. "Meng Ke stalled his hands, who can get along with money.

"But you don't have such a big foundation now, your work is not enough to support such a large amount of traffic and slander, the platform has communicated with me, and your work may be taken off the shelves, you have to be psychologically prepared, and the rewards in the past few days may also be frozen. Yu Jirui said slowly.

"Neurosis!

"You're not strong enough ......"