Chapter 601: Foolish Dreams

Qiao Weiwei suddenly remembered that Tang Yuanbao had mentioned it to her before, saying that Su Ruyan had taken over a music talent show variety show, and that the lineup of guests to cooperate with was not small.

She finally understood why she had an impression of Ji Qingqing's name, it was because Tang Yuanbao said it!

A little star who has never known her in her life appeared inexplicably, and came up to find her fault, is it reasonable?

Obviously unreasonable.

She pondered for a few seconds, then got out of bed and rummaged through a business card in her bag.

This person was the duty manager of Yufeng the day before yesterday, Qiao Wei immediately added his WeChat, and after the other party passed in seconds, Qiao Wei immediately sent a message to ask him: "The night before yesterday, was Su Ruyan also in Yufeng?" ”

Yufeng's duty manager didn't dare to hide anything from Qiao Wei, and replied: "Yes, Miss Su was also there the day before yesterday. ”

That's right.

A little coldness flashed in Qiao Wei's eyes.

She saw that Su Ruyan was Li Yeting's old friend for many years, and she was her own mother, so she showed mercy to her subordinates several times, and even if she knew that Su Ruyan was the ghost, she didn't care about her.

This time it was enough to harm her, and Lu Zhe would be involved in the water

Since she is bent on looking for death, she will avoid embarrassment and kindly help her.

She thought about it for a while, quit Fu Qiao's Weibo account, logged on to An Ning's account, and tinkered with the background program for a while, linked Fu Qiao's account, and tried to run it for a while.

After she saw that the browsing paths of the two accounts were completely consistent, she posted another Weibo on An Ning's account.

Then he took a few pictures and sent them to Tang Yi.

Tang Yi may still be sleeping and ignore her.

Qiao Wei waited for a while, and directly bombarded Tang Yi: "Look at what time it is, you, the second ancestor, what other skills do you have besides relying on your father?" Do you see the president of a company who does nothing every day like you? My money is invested in your company, and I am afraid that one day it will go out of business! ”

When Tang Yi was woken up by Qiao's only voice, his brain was still confused.

After Joe humiliated him a few times, he reacted and asked, "Are you crazy?" Or is it irritated? ”

"Look at the hot search! Su Ruyan did a good thing. Joe replied in a deep voice.

Tang Yi entertained until the early hours of the morning last night, drank directly, and immediately climbed on Weibo to take a few glances after enduring the headache.

Seeing that Fu Qiao's name was on the hot search again, her head hurt even more, "She's neurotic, right?" Lao Tzu's artists were so affected by her, and few of them had a good reputation! ”

"I've already sent you the solution, see for yourself and figure it out." Qiao Wei immediately replied: "I'm going to be on Sister Yun's show next, you weigh the weight." ”

"Got it." Tang Yi replied irritably.

Qiao Weiwei immediately hung up the voice, and saw the Weibo prompt, The Weibo that An Ning had just posted had nearly a thousand replies in just a few minutes.

She glanced at the prompts that were beating faster and faster, ignored them, and got out of bed to wash up first.

......

Babysitter in the car.

Wang Lu sat opposite Su Ruyan, who was making a fascia gun, opened Weibo, and watched for a while how much the news they made in the middle of the night last night had fermented.

Seeing the voice scolding Fu Qiao in the comment area, he couldn't stop laughing: "According to the current trend, Qiao only wants to use Fu Qiao's stage name to become popular, it's just a fool's dream!" It's good not to be scolded to death by netizens! ”

"Look at your shallow-eyed eyes, it's just a small lesson for her." After Su Ruyan finished making the fascia gun, she raised her eyes and glanced at Wang Lu, and said indifferently.

Who made Joe so arrogant, this time, it was finally planted in her hands.