In the next second, he raised his head slightly, let go of his hands, and slowly turned around.

Su Wennan asked in a low voice from behind, "Aren't you angry?" ”

"Hmm......" His voice was a little hoarse, and after a while, he turned his back to her and said, "Ye Zi and Xiao Tao went out to eat together, I'm waiting for you in the underground garage, you ...... Change your clothes and come down. ”

"Hmm!" Su Wennan finally laughed and nodded vigorously, "I'm fast!" ”

He didn't say a word, and quickly walked out the door.

Su Wennan, who heard the sound of the door closing, covered his face and squatted on the ground again.

Ahh How could such an embarrassing thing happen!

Holding her poor self silently, she buried her head between her legs and screamed silently for a while before slowly calming down.

After changing his clothes and combing his hair again, the remaining porridge on the table was cold.

She took a few bites and hurried downstairs.

Mo Yuchen changed into a short navy blue down jacket, and when he saw her, he slowly rolled down the window, and the corners of his lips hooked up slightly.

Su Wennan stuck out his tongue and shrunk his head, and jumped up in front of him a little embarrassed: "Where are we going?" ”

There was still some time before the afternoon shooting, and they had just finished breakfast, so it was naturally impossible to go to lunch at this time, so I asked.

"I'll take you somewhere," he said as he watched her open the car door and sit in, leaning over to fasten her seatbelt, and the car slowly drove out of the garage, "Xiao Tao contacted a food processing factory to make self-heating rice." ”

"Self-heating rice?" She was stunned for a moment, "Do you want to transport supplies directly to the disaster area?" ”

"Well," she understood him very well, Mo Yuchen pursed her lips lightly, "There is little point in donating money, there is no shortage of other things over there for the time being, and there is also food, but most of it is instant noodles and bread." ”

The car was speeding all the way, although he was fast, but he drove very steadily: "Now the big car can't pass, only the small road is open, I have discussed with the endorsed car brand, and when the materials are raised here, they will directly send a team to send it." ”

"Ahh That's right! Su Wennan had been sitting obediently listening to him, and then suddenly remembered something, "Let's donate some quilts!" ”

There have been no casualties reported in this earthquake for the time being, but it has had a great impact on the lives of local residents, and the houses are gone, and they can only live in tents in winter, and keeping warm has become a problem.

hurriedly sent a message to Ye Zi, asking her to contact the bedding brand she endorsed, Su Wennan turned his head to look at him and said, "If you want to trouble your team to help me send it over, is it okay?" ”

Mo Yuchen smiled lightly and said "um" and didn't speak again.

At this moment, many fan groups have begun to call for donations of money and materials, and when Su Wennan went to Weibo to see it, the homepage had basically taken action.

Mo Yuchen's support club gave a link, and it had already raised more than 200,000 yuan in less than two hours.

She also donated 50,000 yuan, bringing the topic #Supporting the disaster area with Mo Yuchen#, and taking screenshots to code and post orders.

Douzi lived on Weibo again at this time, and when she saw her movements, she immediately turned her praise and comment, and then sent a message on WeChat: "I'm so angry!" ”

Su Wennan didn't know what was going on yet, and was a little strange: "What's wrong?" "Chase literature

"It's not those sunspots, neurotic!" She first sent a text, and then simply changed to a voice, "I really found out that Mo Yuchen's black fans have top cancer now!" ”

"It's this fundraising, it was originally a public welfare action organized by fans, but their black fans actually made a special post for this, how much money can I raise by squatting there at home, do you say you are sick!"

Sick! It's sick! What kind of black powder is not sick?

Su Wennan agreed, but: "I just saw that it was 200,000, and I donated another 50,000, 250,000 is a lot, right?" ”

"It should be okay," she thought for a moment, "I just saw that Bai Yibin's family is only about 110,000, and I don't understand." However, they hack our fans are secondary, the key is in Hei Chenchen, saying that other artists have donated, he usually earns so much, and there is no movement at all until now. ”

Douzi changed back to the text: "Anyway, there are some words that are particularly ugly, so I won't send them to you." ”

Although the other party didn't show her the specific content again, she could think of the battle that every idol could cause trouble in the city every time she had something, Su Wennan could also guess a rough idea.

Too many people are paying attention to him, and every move can tell you what is good or bad.

He didn't donate money at the first time, so the abuse at the moment is nothing more than saying that he can't go in and out, and the drama is ruthless or something.

In fact, every time this kind of thing happens, many artists will be kidnapped by unprovoked morality.

Donate less, say that you earn so much, why do you only donate this, donate more, and say "You see her donating so much, she must earn more", donate early is said to take advantage of the disaster to gain popularity, donate late and say that you pretend to be definitely not donating and will not come to Taiwan......

There are different opinions on the merits.

If you really want to listen to them, it is estimated that before the things are donated, people will go crazy first.

The reason is such a truth, even if these words are scolding herself, Su Wennan actually doesn't feel too much, but seeing that the idol contacted the disaster area for the first time, and tried her best to send the supplies over, she still couldn't help but get angry.

"Why isn't there any movement?" She flattened her mouth and pressed the phone screen to the sound of a machine gun, "Idols are on their way to prepare supplies!" ”

"Huh?" Douzi didn't expect that she was just a simple complaint, and she quickly changed her voice again, "You guys went to prepare supplies?" ”

"Well," Su Wennan replied, "The idol said that he wanted to donate hot rice." ”

Douzi didn't know if it was because this "you" was confirmed by her, or because she knew that idols had plans to support the disaster area, so she didn't send another voice, but gave her a series of words: "Ahhhh ”

Then he replied: "Then you are busy! I went to Weibo! ”

She added: "Don't worry, I won't talk nonsense!" I'll forward it after your studio's official announcement! ”

Our studio? Su Wennan was a little strange, she didn't seem to tell her that she was going to donate something too......

Mo Yuchen held the steering wheel, just when he came to a fork in the road, the red light stopped, Yu Guang saw her face full of righteous indignation, and simply pressed the mobile phone as an enemy, he glanced at her a little funny: "What are you doing?" ”

"Huh?" She was stunned, and when she heard this, she was stunned for a moment, "Oh, Douzi told me, there are some people on the Internet who ...... Say you. ”

She considered the words and didn't mention the word "scolding".

He turned his head, and the winter sun was soft and bright, shining through the car window on her body, like a well-behaved cat.

Slowly raising his hand to pin the hair on her forehead behind her ear, he smiled: "So you're angry?" ”