Xiao Fang suddenly realized: "Oh, I know an ointment, especially anti-itching, I'll bring it to you next time." ”

Shen Qing was slightly stunned, and then nodded politely: "Thank you, but I don't need it." ”

Hearing what the two little girls said about mosquitoes, the corners of Gu Yunsheng's mouth twitched faintly, where is this mosquito bite, this is clearly made by Gu Ting.

**

Wen Yi didn't go home idle during the holidays, and she didn't play with her classmates during the winter vacation, so she stayed at home alone to read and study.

She has only one purpose, to surpass Shen Qing in the next exam.

She picked up her phone and glanced at it, flipped to the video of Shen Qing beating people in the album, and instantly squinted her eyes.

Now is really the Chinese New Year, it is the time of the greatest traffic, if this is exposed to Shen Qing's campus bullying, she will definitely fall off the altar.

Just do it, Wen Yi found a friend, then contacted an entertainment blogger and sold him the video.

After doing all this, Wen Yi couldn't help but smile.

Waiting for Shen Qing to have these reputations, it depends on how she crosses herself.

The efficiency of the entertainment blogger was high, and as soon as he got the video and edited a text, he immediately sent it out.

In this year, the name Shen Qing has its own traffic, not to mention that this is still a big melon about her, and there is no reason why it is not popular.

……

Wen Yi kept her mobile phone all afternoon, not to mention the video of the entertainment blogger, and typed the word "Shen Qing" on the Internet, except for "Shen Qing's support club", she couldn't find anything.

Wen Yi was stunned for a moment, why is there nothing?

She clicked on the chat interface with the blogger and sent several messages in the past, but no one replied.

Wen Yi suddenly reacted, that person was a liar, but fortunately, her video here has not been deleted.

After applying for a Weibo account, Wen Yi uploaded the video online.

I thought I would receive a lot of comments and likes, but the video I sent out was like sinking to the bottom of the sea, and there was no news.

Wen Yi was stunned, and clicked on Weibo again, the video she posted just now had been deleted.

"How so?" Wen Yi was stunned for a long time, thinking that her network speed was not good, and then she continued to post it several times.

Not long after, there was a knock on the door outside, and she thought that someone in the family had forgotten the key, so she got up and went over to open the door.

"Wait a minute, I'll be right here." Wen Yi opened the door and saw the two in front of her, she was instantly dumbfounded, and almost subconsciously drilled into the house.

"Miss Wen Yi, we are here this time because of Miss Shen." A young man in a police uniform holds the door with his hands to prevent it from shut.

Wen Yi was stunned for a moment, and said with a dry laugh: "What does Shen Qing's matter have to do with me?" ”

She doesn't know her well.

The young policeman did not smile and took out a piece of paper from his briefcase, on which were the transaction records of Wen Yi and an entertainment blogger.

When Wen Yi saw it, her feet were weak and she almost fell.

"And that's not all." The young man pulled out a court summons from his briefcase.

"Shen Qing wants to sue me?" Wen Yi was stunned for a moment, looking at the court summons incredulously.

The man glanced at her, and then said, "Miss Wen, you have slandered Miss Shen many times, please go back with us first and make a record."

"Wait, I'll make a call." Wen Yi hurriedly took out her mobile phone and dialed Mo Yan's number.

"Who?" Mo Yan's soft voice came from the phone.

"It's me, Wen Yi, Yanyan, you have to save me."

Mo Yan frowned, but his voice was inconspicuous: "What's the matter, say it slowly." ”

"I sent a video, Shen Qing is going to sue me, she knows so many powerful people, I definitely can't win this lawsuit." Wen Yi said as she observed the police officer's expression.

Mo Yan narrowed his eyes and said with a smile, "I'll do my best." ”

Hearing Mo Yan's words, Wen Yi also breathed a sigh of relief, not as frightened as before.

Mo Yan hung up the phone and entered the room.

Old Man Mo sat on the sofa and glanced at her: "Friend looking for your help?" ”

"No, we're talking about the lab." Mo Yan replied with a smile, poured a cup of tea for Mo Lao, and handed it over.

There are many people like Wen Yi, and it doesn't matter if there is one less.