Zhao Mengyao hugged her mobile phone and smirked: "This is an affirmation of my strength!" ”

"If you like it, I'll give you a background operation to give you tens of thousands of more zombie fans."

"What are zombie fans doing here, raising Gu?" Zhao Mengyao pursed her lips, and when she continued to scroll through Weibo, she suddenly saw a familiar name appear on the hot search on Weibo.

- Zhang Yiwei's girlfriend

"Hey, Zhang Yiwei, is that Zhang Yiwei my junior high school classmate?" Zhao Mengyao was a little curious, so she clicked on the hot search and read a few Weibo posts casually, and then was dumbfounded.

Not only is this Zhang Yiwei her junior high school classmate, but even Zhang Yiwei's girlfriend, who has just been exposed, is also an acquaintance.

"Zhao Mengyi?"

She clicked into Zhang Yiwei's Weibo, and the personal introduction at the bottom was: a certain Internet celebrity.

Then on the top Weibo is an official announcement of love Weibo, with a photo of the two attached, and the heroine is also aitized.

In the group photo, Zhang Yiwei and Zhao Mengyi leaned together affectionately, and Zhao Mengyi's face was so P that she almost couldn't recognize it.

Zhao Mengyao clicked on Zhao Mengyi's Weibo with the intention of watching gossip and eating melons, it is an account that has just been created, only posted a few selfies, and a small video of singing, the skin grinding filter Internet celebrity standard, and the singing is average.

It is estimated that by taking advantage of the popularity of the relationship with Zhang Yiwei, a wave of fans has risen, and now there are tens of thousands of Weibo fans. However, when I opened the latest Weibo comment, Yishui scolded her.

After all, Zhang Yiwei has a majority of female fans, and when she suddenly announced her relationship, most of the female fans were a little disappointed, and vented their emotions on Zhao Mengyi, scolding her for plastic surgery, and all kinds of personal attacks.

"That's what it is." Liu Muyi came over and happened to see it, and said meaningfully.

"What?" Zhao Mengyao was confused.

Liu Muyi shook his head: "It's nothing." I just think that your circle is really messy. ”

Zhao Mengyao smiled: "Zhao Mengyi has wanted to be a star since she was a child, and it seems that she is now retreating to the next best thing and planning to start as an Internet celebrity." ”

Liu Muyi pointed to the number of her Weibo fans and said, "Look at people, what about 90,000 zombie fans, are you envious?" ”

Zhao Mengyao laughed: "What is there to envy about this." She has her way, and I have my own way. ”

Liu Muyi touched Zhao Mengyao's hair with satisfaction, and said approvingly: "It's still you transparent." ”

You must know that the path Zhao Mengyi took was not what ordinary people were willing to take.

In the evening, Zhao Mengyao finished eating, looked at her mobile phone for a while, and received a message from Yu Ruifeng:

"Tomorrow the second middle school celebrates, let's play."

Zhao Mengyao was slightly stunned, the school celebration, it seems that there is such a thing. This is the tradition of No. 2 Middle School, and there will be a garden party and some entertainment on the school anniversary.

When she was a student in No. 2 Middle School, she had never participated in such activities. Because she was not social at that time, it was too lonely to go to the garden party alone.

Now listening to Yu Ruifeng mention it, she suddenly became a little interested.

She turned her head and saw Li Yinglong sitting next to her, working on her laptop, and asked casually, "Are you free tomorrow?" ”

Li Yinglong was excited, and turned his head back excitedly: "Yes, yes!" Want to go on a date!? ”

Zhao Mengyao couldn't help laughing, and complained: "It's okay for you to be calm, you are a domineering president." ”

Hearing this, Li Yinglong adjusted the upward arc of the corners of his mouth, and said seriously: "Free, what, do you have arrangements?" ”

"Poof." The domineering president changed his face on the spot. Zhao Mengyao said with a smile: "Tomorrow the second middle school celebrates, will we go together?" The latest chapter of "Forced Marriage: The President's Favorite Wife Routine Deep Claw Book House" is free to read for the first time.

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