Chapter 732: Retribution Is Coming (1st Update)

Under the manipulation of Shen Wenqian, #江蔷被打脸#高高的挂在了热搜榜第一名.

Everyone clicked in, and the first one was the video of Jiang Qiang being scolded by Xi Jiu until her expression management collapsed.

After watching the ins and outs of the video, netizens said that Xi Ye was good.

Soon, #江蔷招黑#, #江蔷人设崩了#两个话题也上了热搜榜.

Jiang Qiang's studio sensed that someone was doing them, and immediately contacted Weibo to withdraw the hot search.

But once he withdrew, Shen Wenqian let the topic go on again.

Back and forth, not bad money.

After breaking the hot search, the dry withdrawal couldn't go on, and Jiang Qiang's team was so angry that they wanted to vomit blood.

But what made them vomit blood was yet to come.

When "Pastoral Life" was broadcast to Ruan Qi, Jiang Qiang and Gong Jian going to the mango orchard to pick mangoes, the audience's dissatisfaction with Jiang Qiang rose to the peak.

[Is Jiang Qiang coaxing Ruan Qigong gradually as a fool? ] She was responsible for picking and letting Ruan Qi Gong gradually take charge of carrying the ??? Twenty baskets, all for them to carry??? 】

[This abacus is really loud. In order to be a little lazy, I don't even want my face. 】

[Look at Ruan Qi's expression...... Distressed. 】

In the show, Ruan Qi and Gong Jian carried a basket of dozens of pounds of mangoes on their backs, and walked back against the sun.

Seeing the tired little faces of these two children who are not even twenty years old, the audience is a little unbearable.

And this kind of unbearability, when the camera turns back to the mango orchard, turns into anger-

Jiang Qiang actually rested in the mango orchard!

Later, this section was fast-forwarded until the words 'ten minutes later' popped up on the screen.

Jiang Qiang got up from the stool and began to pick mangoes.

When Su Ai saw this paragraph, she couldn't help it anymore, "This person is too disgusting!" You and Gong are getting tired and panting, and she is lazy in the mango orchard by herself?! ”

Ruan Qi didn't know what Jiang Qiang did in the mango orchard after she and Gong gradually left on the day of the recording.

This is also the first time she has seen it.

The little girl pursed her lips, and the phone suddenly vibrate.

[Gong Yan: Sister, no wonder she picked three baskets of mangoes in half an hour that day! It's all used to be lazy! 】

The eighteen-year-old boy couldn't hold back his anger, and sent ten [hammer and pop dog's head .jpg] emojis in a row to vent his emotions.

Also fried are marshmallows and Gong gradually vermicelli.

If everyone left Jiang Qiang a little thin noodles before, then this time they will directly scold.

[Ruan Qi and Gong Yan's combined age is only five years older than Jiang Qiang! ] Jiang Qiang, do you have a little face! 】

[I'm just! My little girl was sweating tired from carrying more than 50 pounds of stuff on her back, and you were lazy for ten minutes! 】

[Before, Gong gradually picked a basket of mangoes and didn't need it for five minutes, Jiang Qiang, you picked three baskets in half an hour! ] You're awesome! Don't beep your face! 】

[Turn black, Jiang Qiang, I'm not done with you! ] 】

Most of the marshmallows are sister fans and mother fans, and Ruan Qi is loved as her own cub.

Jiang Qiang's commotion directly ignited their anger.

While watching the show, everyone opened Weibo.

In less than five minutes, #江蔷欺负阮柒龚渐#直冲热搜榜前三名.

Jiang Qiang's team didn't expect Lemon Terrace to release this section, and they didn't prepare for public relations at all.

By the time they saw this hot search, the topic had already exploded.

Overnight, Jiang Qiang recruited countless blacks, and the number of Weibo fans dropped by four million.

The whole network was scolded.

With the scolding, it was the ratings of this issue of "Pastoral Life", which completely exploded.

Everyone continued to watch while scolding.

Finally, several tasks were completed, and the guests gathered in the pastoral cottage.

Xi Jiu's handsome and screaming face appeared in the camera again.