"It's really, I'm." Mo Kaikai lay on the bed with his eyes closed, and got up suddenly. The more I thought about those words, the more depressed I became.

In the past, Sheriff Black Meow would also criticize his articles, but this is the first time that such a merciless attack has questioned his orientation, and made fun of his language about whether he can also have children.

If doxing, a person's information is legitimate. He must take out all the human flesh of the eighteen generations of the Black Meow Ancestor, and then criticize him well.

Mo Kai lay back on the bed in a deflated manner, this kind of thing can only be thought about.

I don't know how long it took, Mo Kaikai finally fell asleep.

……

"Tell me if you're sick, what are you doing with a Tanmei author? I also wear a vest trumpet to attack people! People are also the fans of the website, in case you completely lose confidence in others, our website will be one less plastic. Did You Know? ”

The antique furniture and red wallpaper make people feel that there is a bit of a depressing feeling when they see too much red.

In this room, a man sits on a mahogany chair with a book in his hand, reading carefully.

He wore gold-rimmed glasses and pursed his lips slightly. Chestnut hair was slightly curly, dark pupils, fair skin and slightly reddened lips, and his eyelashes flickered as he blinked as he looked down at the book in his hand.

It was as if the outside world had not bothered him in the slightest.

"Qi Hua, did you hear me! If you have an opinion about other people's authors, don't read their books! Do you know that your account is often banned, and you open a new account and change it to the same ID and avatar to continue to criticize. The editor in charge of that author knows who you are from your ID, and talks to me all day long to make you okay and less tossed. ”

There was a woman in front of Qi Hua with her hands crossed on her waist, walking around the room constantly, and chattering.

"You say, how can his editor recognize my identity and he doesn't? Am I not famous enough? ”

Qi Hua closed the book in his hand and put it on the table in front of him, he raised his head to look at the woman in front of him who couldn't stand.

"You're not famous enough? You're so famous! If you have nothing to do, you can go and criticize other people's little authors. Now everyone in the newsroom is discussing this as a daily issue. ”

The woman stopped and looked at Qi Hua, who was sitting on the sofa and was calm, becoming more and more angry.

"How?" Qi Hua raised his eyebrows, he really didn't think about what others would think about this matter after they recognized him.

"There are several speculations, the first one is: the little author may know you in reality, and the two of them are enemies.

The second guess is: the other party has robbed your girlfriend, so you want to mentally abuse him.

The third guess is: you have a crush on someone's family, and your courtship doesn't work out and you want to smear the black family.

The fourth guess is: the two of you once had a leg, and then there was a fate, and you hated because of love.

Tell me who these people are, and this kind of speculation can be telled. Isn't it just a little author who writes Tanmei, and a male author who writes Tanmei must like men?

I'm angry that you don't fight for it, you are an author with a million followers, you are more serious than a small author with more than 10,000 followers, now it's good. Say anything. ”

The woman remembered the gossip appearance of her colleagues talking about the only great god author in her hand on weekdays, and felt more and more that Qi Hua was not angry.