He Miaoran didn't give up, she turned her head to find the online marketing account and broke the news to them with the trumpet.

After a while, "Ye Ruohuan stepped on two boats" suddenly became a hot search.

However, if you click on the comments under the marketing account, you will find that unlike the usual Weibo that broke the news, the following is full of scolding the marketing account for promoting fake news, spreading negative energy, and destroying other people's feelings.

"Are you serious about being funny? [smile]"

"This is the most embarrassing scene of the year. The hot search of the main show of affection is still at the top of the list, go and take a look. [speechless]"

"People didn't hold hands, they didn't kiss and hug, they didn't share the same set of utensils, and now they are all labeled as 'stepping on two boats'? Are you stupid to be a netizen? [Angry]"

Some netizens searched sharply and found that the man was Lin Yucheng, who often appeared in major business forums, and not long ago, the news of his engagement to Shen Wei was hyped by the media.

"The man already has a fiancée, and he is still very affectionate, so he refuses to appear, thank you. [Farewell]"

Some netizens saw something unusual and said directly: "Who did Ye Ruohuan provoke?" Who is so vicious to hack her on the list? ”

He Miaoran thought that he could fight a turnaround battle, but he didn't expect that this year's netizens were so good and didn't play cards according to the routine.

Netizens didn't believe in just a few photos, so even if the marketing account was bought to look at the water army, it couldn't drive public opinion, so in a short period of time, the whole army was wiped out.

He Miaoran looked at the words that netizens were scolding the people who broke the news behind the scenes, as if they had turned into words in their ears.

She trembled with anger, and kept saying in her mouth: "Ye Ruohuan, you slut......

……

That night, Fu Yijian's mobile phone kept vibrating, he glanced at Ye Ruohuan, who was already asleep, reluctantly put her down, got out of bed and grabbed the suit scattered aside, took out his mobile phone, and walked out of the room to answer.

The assistant bothered Fu Yijian so late, and he hoped that he hadn't ruined the good thing.

"Mr. Fu?"

"What's the matter?"

Fu Yijian pinched his eyebrows and said in a hoarse voice.

"It's just, it's Miss Ye who is in the headlines with you again......"

The assistant's voice became quieter and quieter, and he was very nervous.

Fu Yijian frowned, retreated from the call page, and saw that his mobile phone was inexplicably pushed an "explosive" news.

"Fu Yijian showed affection with Ye Ruohuan Square and was recognized by netizens."

Fu Yijian saw those photos and found that he and Ye Ruohuan were in front of the fountain in the square tonight.

A few doubts flashed through his mind, and someone was secretly filming again?

Was this deliberate or unintentional?

He returned to the call page and instructed the person waiting on the other end of the line, "Go check the original leaker's information and text me the result." ”

"Also, the photos of Miss Ye meeting with Mr. Lin Yucheng have also been sent."

Before Fu Yijian hung up the phone, the assistant hurriedly told him another thing.

Fu Yijian frowned: "Didn't you say you can't send it?" ”

"This time it's a marketing account on the Internet, I, we can't control ......"

The assistant explained weakly.

Then he added: "However, this time, netizens are supporting Miss Ye and in turn crusading against those marketing accounts." ”

Fu Yijian frowned, for fear that there would be fraud, he said in a deep voice: "Take down the hot search for me, issue a lawyer's letter, and severely punish the rumor-mongers." ”

"Yes, understood." The assistant quickly hung up the phone.

After a while, Fu Yijian's mobile phone "ding", and a text message was sent in.

After reading the above content, he clicked on Weibo again, found out the original blogger, and found that it was no different from ordinary people.

Fu Yijian was a little relieved, he thought about it, logged in to his account, edited a Weibo, and sent it out immediately.

"She has stars in her eyes."

The picture is the moment Ye Ruohuan opened her eyes, there were thousands of lights behind her, and the fountain bloomed, which made her look particularly good tonight.

At that time, it was this moment that moved Fu Yijian's heart.

Even if there is no need to explain, netizens can see that the clothes on Ye Ruohuan's body are exactly the same as when Lin Yucheng met, and they are exactly the same as when they were secretly photographed by netizens.

It can be seen from the photos that Ye Ruohuan's eyes are full of love, as for who he is for, it must be the photographer Fu Yijian.

This wave of operations quickly satisfied the gossip hearts of netizens.

It didn't take long for it to attract eager netizens, whose comments made passers-by laugh and cry.

"Sure enough, I guessed correctly, every time Ye Ruohuan has news, Mr. Fu posts a blog to clarify. [Eat melon] [Eat melon]"

"Why do you blog late at night every time? [Dog's Head]"

"It's someone else's boyfriend again. [Stall]"

"Mr. Fu's return gun has never disappointed me. [Dog's Head]"

"Her eyes are full of stars, full of you. 【Eat melons】"

Fu Yi glanced at it lightly, liked a few brilliant comments, and then quit the account.

The night was long, and he didn't want to die, so it was better to hurry back to the bed and fall asleep with the soft Ye Ruohuan.

Ye Ruohuan sensed the familiar aura, she turned over, hugged Fu Yijian's arm, and slept soundly.

Fu Yijian looked at her fair face, and suddenly remembered something in her heart, and her eyes were a little obscure.

On the other side, He Miaoran, who was insomnia, saw the Weibo sent by Fu Yijian, her pupils tightened, staring at the woman in the photo, biting the root of her back teeth, "Ye, Ruo, Huan!" ”

She slammed her phone against the wall, shattering it in pieces.

He Miaoran was lying on the bed, she couldn't help covering her face and broke down and cried.

"Why not me...... Why ......"

That's right, why is the woman standing next to Fu Yijian not her, but Ye Ruohuan?

Think about it, He Miaoran used to live under the same roof as Fu Yijian, and knew everything about his living habits.

Why didn't such a woman become Fu Yijian's choice?

You ask God, and God can only answer: there is no fate.

It was Ye Ruohuan who had a fate with Fu Yijian, otherwise they would not have met and met because of a misunderstanding at the beginning, and finally fell in love.

As the saying goes, a twisted melon is not sweet.

If He Miaoran continues to be so obsessed, he will go down the wrong path.

He Miaoran cried heartbreakingly, and the cry echoed in the empty room.

Isn't she just in love with a man?

Why is it so difficult to get him?

He Miaoran didn't reflect on whether her behavior was right or not, her red and swollen eyes kept shedding tears, and her eyes were fierce.

She only has Fu Yijian's name in her heart at this time, and she will not hesitate to get him, and she will not regret her death.

A frank person dreams all night until dawn, while a person who plucks up a heart to do harm tosses and turns, and stays up until the bags under his eyes are black.