"What?" Miqi's eyes lit up, and he was more excited than he had discovered the New World: "There is still such a thing, why didn't you tell me earlier." ”

Gu Huo was speechless: "I'll tell you what to do, what use can I tell you." He said with a look of disdain: "What else will you do besides sending this matter to the bean sprouts group?" ”

A word wakes up the dreamer, and Miki secretly thinks that he should indeed return to the forum. I haven't released a lot of news for a while, so it's better that those people don't forget about her as the honorary president.

Gu Huo saw that she suddenly didn't speak, obviously secretly calculating something, and he warned her: "I warn you that it's best for you not to mess around." I'll brush the sprouts group too, don't let me see any scandals about me on it. ”

Mi Qi didn't expect that his thoughts were seen through by him, and he laughed a few times, and she began to blur the point again: "How can it be called a scandal when you are liked, this is a great joy." ”

Gu Huo knew her well now, but although he knew that she was changing the subject, he still inevitably was led by her nose.

"It depends on who likes it, just the kind of person who sends pornographic photos, send you if you want it. He said a little angrily.

Miqi smiled: "That person doesn't like me." My sister Long said that men like them like men. ”

It's okay not to mention Sister Long, but when he thought that this person was so powerful and majestic, Gu Huo inexplicably felt a feeling of indigestion.

"Just spare me. He looked pained: "That Sister Long, don't mention it again if you can." ”

Mi Qi didn't mention Sister Long, but talked about another man.

"Hey, as far as the rich second generation I always mentioned to you, the one who likes my brother, I don't think you will be a celestial dish. As he spoke, he made a phone call in front of Gu Huo, although it was to Mishan. She has no contact information about these friends of Yoneyama.

"Dashan, is Chang Ke next to you?" After saying this, Miqi turned on the speaker.

Yoneyama said angrily.

"Oh, then you can help me ask Chang Ke, who is his favorite in thelava?"

"Ake, my sister asks you what you like, who do you like the most?"

Chang Ke's voice was a little far away, but he could still hear what he was saying.

"What the hell is a trumpet?" he didn't understand at first: "You said thelava." Without thinking, he said, "Gu Huo, it must be Gu Huo." ”

After finishing speaking, Chang Ke felt a little bad, he glanced at Mishan, fortunately this stupid big man didn't understand anything. However, for the sake of prudence, he still added another sentence without three hundred taels of silver here: "As a man, I appreciate his character." ”

Mishan said: "Sister, Ake said that he-"

"I hear you. Miki interrupted him, and at the same time handed a gloating little look like Gu Huo.

Gu Huo was about to be annoyed to death by her, just such a, did she need to make a special call.

After hanging up the phone, Mi Qi squeezed his eyebrows at Gu Huo, looking ill-willed.

"Sure enough, you're loved by the gay community. She teased, "Yes, you can't make an icon, you can do gaycon." ”

Gu Huo was annoyed, and said in a rough voice: "Can you not mention this topic, and if you mention it again, I will immediately throw you down from the window." ”

Miki didn't speak, but she was still laughing, laughing and thinking in her heart what to write on the sprouts.

After returning in the evening, she opened the pad and landed on the sprouts. The few posts floating on the homepage are all about housing prices, and if you click on a few and glance at them, it is nothing more than poor ghost netizens from various angles, chasing the wind and catching shadows, and the house prices will plummet in the future.

Mi Qi really wanted to choke the neck of a netizen and shouted at him: "Please be sober, housing prices are unlikely to fall, and they will not fall in this life!

In order to sweep away the unhealthy trend of the forum, Miqi decisively posted.

The title of the post was already thought of earlier today, and it was called "Let's Discuss the Male Artists in the Circle Who Are Liked by Gay".

At this time, it was the active time of netizens, and as soon as this post was published, it received a lot of replies.

"Hey, isn't this our president, is this finally remembering the login password?"

"Mickey, did you find a man and don't ask about the rivers and lakes?"

"This is the topic that our gossip group should discuss.,The old lady really doesn't want to see the house price post on the homepage.。 Anyway, I can't afford it to drop or not, so what's the point of discussion. ”

Everyone agreed that this post was a clear stream, and gave a lot of good reviews, and the replies were also very positive. The bean sprouts expressed their opinions, from eighteen to eighty-eight years old, from the popular to the outdated, from the entertainment industry to the sports circle, and nominated the male artists who met the standards in their hearts.

Miki slightly summarized a few names that appeared frequently and did a voting activity for netizens to vote. The final voting result was both unexpected and unexpected, and Gu Huo won with a high vote and became the first place of Gay's favorite male artist.

Mi Qi asked knowingly, "Are the people who voted for Gu Huo male sprouts or female sprouts?"

As a result, 80% of them were men, and the sprouts all sighed, "Is there still so many men in our group?" Could it be that people who are worthy of my sister are big men?

This is a social issue that deserves deep thought.

The bean sprouts who have come out of the closet in the group leave a real-name message: "If Gu Huo dares to publish a photo album, I dare to buy one hundred and eighty copies by myself." ”

There are also bean sprouts with unknown gender and unknown sexual orientation who agreed: "Take me one, I really love my husband's flesh." ”

Miki stared at the three words of the photo album and fell into deep thought.

Although it was past ten o'clock in the evening, Guho was a night owl, so Miki called him.

"What's the matter?" Gu Huo's voice sounded rare and uninspired.

Miqi said straight to the point: "You can publish a photo album." ”

"What photobook?" Gu Huo was a little sluggish in his reaction.

"It's a photo album, there are photos of wearing clothes and not wearing clothes, and they will be sold to gay when they are taken, and I think the sales must be very good. ”

Gu Huo's voice sounded a little floating: "I'm a serious idol of a serious company. ”

"It's okay to be unserious once in a while. Miki enlightened him.

Gu Huo didn't speak for a long time, and Mi Qi suspected that he was deserting: "Hey, are you listening to me carefully?"

Gu Huo's heavy pant voice came from the other end of the phone: "I, I seem to be a little uncomfortable......"

Miqi also felt his weakness and asked with concern, "What's wrong, do you have a fever?"

"There is no ...... myrrh at home"

Miqi always has fever medicine at home, and after thinking about it, she said to Gu Huo. "You go and open the door now, I'll be there in five minutes. ”

When he arrived at Gu Huo's house and met him, Miki found that his physical condition was much worse than he had imagined.

The man was lying on the bed, his face was red, his eyes were full of bloodshots, his usually radiant eyes had lost their brilliance, and the whole person looked very fragile. He doesn't answer when he talks, and just looks at you with misty eyes, not knowing whether he didn't hear or didn't have the strength to speak.

I was still full of energy during the day, but why did I suddenly become sick like this?

Miki's worried brow was about to knot, thinking that this was really a mountain of illness.

Anyway, she fed him fever reducers and wiped his limbs with alcohol. After this work was done, Gu Huo finally felt a little more comfortable, rolled over and fell asleep.

Seeing that he was asleep, Miqi dared to leave with confidence.

The next morning, she bought some steamed porridge and went to Gu Huo's house. No one responded to the knock on the door and the phone call, but fortunately he claimed to have taken the key to his house last night. Otherwise, I really don't know what to do at this time.

When I opened the door, a dull air stream hit my face.

English Garden is positioned as an upscale bachelor apartment, and the room design is a big selling point. The house type that Gu Huo bought is excellent, transparent on all sides, and the wind comes from all sides. In late summer and early autumn, there is even a gentle breeze through the hall.

Miki checked and found that the windows were all open, and it stands to reason that there should not be air convection. So where does this sense of air stagnation in the space come from?

Although Miki found this a bit weird, she wasn't a weird person. So this matter was just passed through in my head and not taken to heart.

Gu Huo's state looked worse than last night, no matter how Miki called him, he didn't answer, his brows were tightly locked, his eyes were closed, and he fell into a complete coma.

Mi Qi realized the seriousness of the situation and called Cheng Xiaoxiao to report it. Cheng Xiaoxiao told her not to worry, saying that after all, Gu Huo is not iron-beaten, and there will always be times when she has a headache and brain fever.

Originally, the people in the company, including Mi Qi and Cheng Xiaoxiao, thought that Gu Huo was just a simple fever, but this time it was more serious, although they paid attention to it and actively promoted Gu Huo's treatment, but it had little effect. In the next few days, Gu Huo continued to have a low-grade fever that did not go away, and the whole person was unconscious. Hospitals in Shanghai are helpless to find out the cause or find a solution.

Cheng Xiaoxiao used her personal connections to invite an expert from Germany. Foreigners have no choice but to say "God bless".

His unintentional words made Miki feel empowered.

The strange air currents in Gu Huo's house may not have been formed naturally, or it may have been deliberately done by some unnatural force.

Thinking of this, she hurriedly called Huaguoshan.

"Mishan! 100,000 are in a hurry, quickly call Xiahou Jing to me!"

Mishan listened to her very much, and at the moment he took his mobile phone and ran all the way to another mountain.

Mi Shan panted and handed the phone to Xiahou Jing, "My sister has 100,000 urgent things to find you." ”

Xiahou Jing thought to himself that these sisters and brothers were worthy of a family, and their combined IQ could not reach the average level of human beings.

"You just let her call me on my phone. He was speechless.

Last time, these two people broke up unhappily, and Xiahou Jing was still a little angry with Miqi, so he was awkward and didn't want to pay attention to her.

The mobile phone was turned on on the speakerphone, and Miqi's tone was very stern: "Human life is a matter of heaven, you don't have to be a demon for me over there!"

Her rare sternness made Xiahou Jing realize the seriousness of the matter, and then he took the phone from Mishan's hand with a serious expression.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"The male artist in our company is still the same as last time. He had a low-grade fever that didn't go away, and the doctors couldn't figure out what was going on. The situation was urgent, but Miki was surprisingly calm. She methodically described Gu Huo's specific symptoms, and then mentioned the incident that worried her very much: "I went to his house early the morning after he had a fever, and found that the air in the house was very strange, like flowing water, and it revealed strange ...... everywhere."

Xiahou Jing probably knew what was going on.

"I guess my head has been lowered. He guessed.

Without further ado, Miki asked him to go to Cicada Ming Temple to find the help of the abbot master, Master Jingkong. Human life is a matter of heaven, Xiahou Jing did not dare to delay, and hurriedly rushed to the Cicada Temple.

Jingkong listened to Gu Huo's symptoms, and asked for his birth date, pinched his fingers, and as Xiahou Jing guessed, he was indeed lowered.

"Then please ask the master to help solve it!" Miqi was full of anxiety on the iPad screen.

Cicada Temple is also a big temple, and all aspects of thought are relatively progressive, and the temple has already been equipped with the Internet a few years ago.

Jingkong shook his head: "Life should be like this, life should be like this." ”

Miqi chuckled in her heart, "What does the master mean by this?"

Jingkong clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, this benefactor is destined to have this catastrophe, so he can only resign himself to fate." ”

Mi Qi saw that the monk didn't want to help, and she was about to cry in fright.

"But don't you monks take it as your mission to resolve the calamities of sentient beings?" She was a non-believer in Buddhism, and she bowed her head to the Buddha with her hands folded and reverently: "Master, please, save him, save us." ”

Jingkong just shook his head, muttering something "life should be like this", "life should be like this".