Tang Moqi fans and Ke Bozhou fans reacted, and when they saw netizens say this, they instantly became angry:

[It's not rare, okay, is it great to be rich? How can she not donate to the poor when she is so rich? 】

[How much money does the Roche Group want to donate a year, do you need me to take a screenshot of it to you? ] Mentally retarded! 】

[I'm a poor person, Sister Qiao's operation is to save me, I will always love Sister Qiao! 】

[Hahahaha, they're angry, they're angry, they're angry, they're angry, they're angry......]

[I just like to see how they can't get used to Luo Qiao but can't kill others. 】

Tang Moqi's fans and Ke Bozhou were so angry that they couldn't refute it, and their faces on the other side of the network cable were green with anger.

And not long after these people claimed that they were not uncommon, a marketing account suddenly broke out the trumpets of several of their big fans.

In the comments posted by the trumpet, these people who once scolded Luo Qiao for being shameless said this:

[Ahhh Pump me! 】

[Daddy Luo looks like a fairy, pump me! ] Pump me! 】

[Luo Qiao, I love you, please pump me, please, please! ] 】

Netizens: ????

[Hahahaha, this face slap! ] 】

[Tang Fan Ke Fan: The money is so fragrant! ] 】

[Laughing to death, these people perfectly interpret that idols are a fart in front of money! ] 】

[Thousands of words into one sentence, Dad Luo is awesome! ] 】

Tang Moqi also saw the screenshot of the comment of her fan's trumpet, and was so angry that she dropped the phone directly.

"Luo Qiao, she deceives people too much!"

Ke Bozhou had just finished taking a shower, hugged her from behind, lowered his head and kissed her hair: "Don't be angry, I will help you teach her a lesson." ”

Tang Moqi turned his head: "Really? ”

Ke Bozhou smiled evilly: "Don't you still believe me? ”

She felt a little better, bit her lip and smiled, let him pick her up, and went into the bedroom together.

*

On the weekend, Luo Qiao prepared to go on a blind date according to the plan.

She changed into her skirt, came to Ming Siran's door, knocked on the door to get a set of her own jewelry.

It took a long time for Ming Siran to open the door for her.

"Why is it so slow?" Luo Qiao said as she squeezed him away and walked in.

Ming Siran's lazy gaze fell on her backless dress, and she felt her temples twitch sharply.

He stepped out of his long legs and came to the cloakroom, and said in a lazy and sexy tone: "Don't you think you're wearing a little less?" Miss? ”

Luo Qiao glanced at him: "I don't think so." ”

“……”

Wearing a set of jewelry, Luo Qiao looked at the beauty in the mirror and smiled with satisfaction.

She turned to leave, and just as she reached the door, she heard Ming Siran's suppressed cough.

I was stunned and looked back.

Only then did she realize that the face of the man behind her was a little pale, and she had lost her previous spirit, she frowned, and still asked, "What's wrong with you?" Not feeling well? ”

Ming Siran lifted his eyelids and glanced at her: "Do you care if I live or die?" ”

“……”

"Didn't you say that your ex-boyfriend was like dead?" He said slowly.

"......" Luo Qiao was annoyed and ashamed, and snorted: "Then I don't care!" After saying that, he turned around and left.

Ming Siran looked at the door for a few seconds without emotion, and was just about to retract her gaze, she fell back again, staring at him with black and white eyes, her voice was mixed with discomfort, and she asked arrogantly: "Do you have a stomach ache or a cold?" ”

Ming Siran stared at her for a few seconds, then lowered his eyes and smiled.