After a whole day of retweeting and commenting on each other, Weibo fermented even more violently, and the scope of the battle continued to expand, and even attracted Shang Zhi.

"Shang Zhi is afraid that he is not a scumbag, right? One day, Ji Weiwei had an accident, maybe he was the biggest planner and the biggest winner behind it. ”

"There are more or less wrong things about other people's faults, but Shang Zhi is different, and I don't believe that there is nothing wrong with him."

Wen Xiu, who has been scrolling through Weibo, is really watching with relish, it would be better if these remarks could deal a major blow to Shang Zhi, this is also her way of revenge on Shang Zhi, she really wants to see Shang Zhi's painful and helpless expression, in order to ease the hatred in her heart.

It would be nice to have his reputation tarnished and his company hit one after another.

Wen Xiu thought about it, a cold light flashed in her eyes, and her voice was so cold that she was obviously ruthless: "Also, guide it again, and let netizens flesh him." ”

The man hesitated and said, "That's not good......"

"Huh?" Wen Xiu threatened, "You're not going to listen to my orders, are you?" ”

"It's pretty much the same," Wen Xiu said, "and in the future, just do things and talk less useless nonsense." ”

She was irritable and perverse, so the good mood that had just come was diluted all of a sudden.

Suddenly, some people with good skills came up with some of Shangzhi's private information, and some people turned their brains and started to make money and began to sell Shangzhi's private information.

For a while, many netizens, whether they were fans, black fans or passers-by, transferred money to buy Shang Zhi's private phone number, and then called it.

It's like a prank, the few who connect, some don't speak, some scream "Ah, it's a real person", and some are scolding.

The quiet ward was constantly interrupted by the ringing of mobile phones one after another, and Shang Zhi was afraid of disturbing Ji Weiwei's rest, so he turned off his mobile phone in annoyance.

Early the next morning, Wen Xiu woke up slowly, and then got up refreshed.

As soon as she thought of this, she was so happy, it was rare that she didn't get up and had a good mood.

She swiped down everyone's comments

"Mine also got through, but it hung up in less than two seconds, woo woo."

......

Wait, it looks like she's going to make an anonymous call to Sang-ji and then threaten him.

"Bang Dang"

Sure enough, only the mechanical female voice responded: "The user you dialed has been turned off......"

"Shang Ji!" Wen Xiu was so angry that she slammed the table, and the tableware on the table vibrated and made a sound with her movements.

For a while, all Wen Xiu's good mood disappeared, and he was not in the mood to eat breakfast.

Just when she was angry, a nanny came down from the upper floor and walked up to her, looking hesitant and scared, looking like she wanted to say something.

Wen Xiu looked up at her, knowing that she was the nanny who arranged to take care of Yue'er, and said in a bad tone: "What's the matter?" ”

It's really one or two that can't be stopped, Wen Xiu frowned very unhappily and said, "What is she messing about?" ”

Wen Xiu sighed.

Take a bite.

She didn't have much energy or time to take care of the child, even if she had brought it herself.

If you don't make trouble, let her make trouble, anyway, this trick won't work for her.

That's going to have to show Sang-ji how his baby daughter is crying.

Wen Xiu stood up, walked upstairs, and instructed without looking back: "You, take your mobile phone, wait and take a few photos of Yue'er crying, do you hear it, if you can't do this little thing well, you won't use it in the future." ”

Wen Xiu kicked the door open unceremoniously and without a little tenderness, and the door frame slammed into the wall on one side.

Yue'er's big tears kept falling, and she sobbed and said, "Yue'er wants to see her parents, woo woo, Yue'er wants to see them." ”

"Woo woo, you bad woman!" Yue'er cried even louder, heartbreaking, as if she was afraid that she would never see Shang Zhi and Ji Weiwei again, and her voice was hoarse from crying.

Wen Xiu didn't care much, gave the nanny a look, and motioned for her to hurry up and record the video.

She had never been away from them for so long.

Walking downstairs, she made another phone call.

Wen Xiu thought for a while, and continued: "It's not hot at first, you find someone to forward and comment, but don't make it too obvious, you don't need me to teach you this thing, right?" ”

After hanging up the phone, the nanny stood beside her and asked uneasily, "What about Miss Yue'er?" ”

The nanny was silent and nodded in response.