Who's helping them? also does good deeds without leaving a name, Song Weilan frowned slightly, he is a person who has an enmity with Luo Yetong, and he is afraid of retaliation, so he sent a photo anonymously?

Then how did he know that Han Zigao was collecting Luo Yetong's black material? This kind of thing must be done in secret, Han Zigao is not stupid, and it is impossible to show off publicly.

Feeling that WeChat text communication was too slow, Han Zigao changed it to a video call.

Song Weilan pressed the answer button, and Han Zigao's face appeared in the lens frame.

"Sister Lan, what are you going to do with these photos?" Han Zigao shook his head and winked at Song Weilan, "Po online? Newspapers? Or do you send it to the media? Or a stimulus point, multi-channel exposure? ”

"Contact the financiers on those photos." Song Weilan took the potato chips on the cabinet next to him, tore open the package, grabbed a few slices and stuffed them into his mouth, chewing them crisply.

"Sister Lan, what are your plans?" Han Zigao smiled, revealing his neat big white teeth.

"You can send the photos to those financiers, do it cleanly, don't leak it yourself." Song Weilan didn't say anything, and asked Han Zigao to secretly send the photos directly to Luo Yetong's various financiers.

Ending the chat with Han Zigao, Song Weilan appeared on Weibo, and sure enough, Ji Ruxu was on the hot search, and the youngest Duke in history had a super talk reading volume of one billion, just ten minutes after he appeared on the morning news, and the number of super talk posts and fans was already at the million level.

Fortunately, he didn't open Weibo, otherwise Weibo's server would have been paralyzed, and the speed of this explosion was like a rocket soaring into the sky.

Most of the posts are praising his appearance and talent, and there are countless fans who are crazy to confess, bluntly saying that they want to give him a monkey, seeing this kind of post, Song Weilan is inexplicably unhappy, under the post with the highest number of likes and replies, Song Weilan left a message: You are not afraid of him getting married?

Please call me Madame: Why do you say that our lord is married?

Lord's Little Angel: Where did the high-grade black come from.

Little Sponge: I don't care, I love it when I'm married, and I'm willing to be the little lover of the lord.

Lord Ji's little fan sister: What if you get married? Who says that marriage cannot be divorced?

......

Not long after Song Weilan sent a message, she received a bunch of replies to refute her, the more Song Weilan looked at it, the more aggrieved she became, what the hell are these fans?

Is Qiushui-san?

Song Weilan was anxious to find someone to spit out, and the first thing she thought of was a glance at Qiushui from her Weibo friends.

A glance at autumn water: In.

Her messages, "she" can always reply as soon as she sees them, and will not make her wait too long.

Flick of the Light: Did you watch the morning news?

One Glance at Qiushui: Well, I see, what's wrong?

Breeze Waves: Remember when I told you I had a fiancé? He is Ji Ruxu.

One Eye Autumn Water: Really?

Flick of the Light: You're not surprised? He's Ji Ruxu!

One Eye Qiushui: Do you like him?

I don't know, but now I feel more and more that he feels familiar to me, a lot like a person, but it's impossible.

Song Weilan sent out the text and looked up at the door, she felt more and more that Ji Ruxu and Lan Ruobai were very similar, but their names were different, and she was not sure.

On the private jet flying to country Z, Ji Ruxu looked at the chat records of the two and showed a comfortable smile.

Did she finally remember him?

Flick Weilan: Have you seen those posts on his Weibo super talk, those female fans really dare to say anything, they are still monkeys, I have never said such things in the main palace, I am angry.

Song Weilan vented her emotions wantonly, and only when she chatted with a glance of Qiushui, she would arbitrarily say a lot of things in her heart......