Because of the setting of Weibo, the top one is the latest time.

I saw that on the screen, Song Xinci's Weibo homepage was being displayed.

From top to bottom, there are the five Weibo posts just posted by Song Xinci-

@宋新新词: As a victim, please explain @durianTV, and publicly apologize for the stage accident in the afternoon, otherwise you will borrow a step and speak in court. /Image

@宋新新词: How could you miss this news? @娱乐圈爆料: In the afternoon, Durian TV recorded a video of the accident scene......

@宋新新词: The fencing man is still my legal husband for the time being, thank you for your concern.

@宋新新词: Is it illegal to be married? @车厘子小号: I heard you're married......

@宋新新词: Advertise it widely, and the apology was not issued by me. @宋新新词: I'm sorry,......

Qin Shuang looked at it all the way, her face became blue and white, and she clicked on the picture of Song Xinci's first Weibo with trembling fingers, only to see that it was an inpatient medical record.

……

Song Xinci's five Weibo posts successfully dropped a deep-water torpedo in the middle of the night, blowing up the melon-eating masses and relevant people in the entire entertainment industry from the bed.

Click on Song Xinzi's Weibo comments, all of them are "66666", "so rigid?? "Social Society! "I see"......

The entire hot search square is a new round of discussion, but this time it is one-sided to Song Xinci's side!

Hundreds of big V marketing accounts began to publicly forward and eat melons, and sorted out the conspiracy and tricks of durian TV today.

Durian TV's official blog, which was only launched ten minutes late, was sprayed as a peerless orphan by deceived netizens and had to close the comment area.

Qin Shuang's feet were weak and she almost fell to the ground.

"Sister Qin, don't faint, Sister Qin, what should we do now?"

Qin Shuang's mobile phone rang again, she knew that it must be Mr. Chen's call, her face was as white as paper for a while, and she crawled over to pick it up.

Chen ...... Mr. Chen......"

Mr. Chen's tone was very different from before, "Qin Shuang, what's going on?" What do you do? ”

"Mr. Chen, don't worry, I didn't expect that this Song Xinzi, she is actually a madman! I'll contact her agent Anya right now and ask their company to delete her Weibo posts. ”

Mr. Chen said in a deep voice, "What's the use of deleting the light?" Now public opinion has reversed 180 degrees! ”

Qin Shuang still had a card in his hand, gritted his teeth and said, "Please give me another chance, I have other ways." ”

Mr. Chen snorted coldly, "Hurry up and deal with it!" ”

"Yes, yes." After hanging up the phone, she was covered in a cold sweat of false alarm and fear.

Qin Shuang's mobile phone also popped up a new Weibo push #Song Xinci apologized not for me#, she only felt dazzling when she saw that name.

Qin Shuang scolded while finding Anya's phone and dialing over: "Hey......"

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"Damn, Madame is too rigid."

In the single ward on the seventh floor, Zhou Wenjing has been paying attention to Weibo public opinion, and witnessed Song Xinci's hand-torn durian TV just now.

Every time he refreshed one, the more excited he became, but he didn't expect his wife, who usually looked weak, to get angry so strongly.

He couldn't help but look at the man who was still silent on the bed, and whispered, "Mr. Fu, did you see what Mrs. posted on Weibo, I think she is not only seeking justice for herself, she is also angry with you." ”

“……”

Fu Hanyu was silent, and casually turned off the entertainment news that jumped out just now - Song Xinci clarified late at night.

In the end, he put down the tablet in his hand.

"Bring it to me and I'll take a look."

"Huh!"

Zhou Wenjing hurriedly showed him his mobile phone, Fu Hanyu usually doesn't play social software much, and he doesn't even have a Weibo account, but he quickly adapted to the running logic of Weibo.

After reading a few Weibo posts quickly, my eyes couldn't help but fall back to those ones, [Is it married, is it illegal?] [The fencing man is still my legal husband for the time being], his eyes flashed slightly.

His thin lips pursed lightly, faintly average: "A child's temper." ”