Chapter 131: His eyebrows and eyes were filled with a happy and contented smile

Soon, he lowered his head and began to edit word by word, earnestly.

In the middle of the night, the melon-eating netizens were hot.

Especially the fans of Sanshao, they don't sleep anymore, vowing to seek justice for their own owners and trample on the plagiarism dog.

Ruan Hong's side was calling one by one, looking for someone to help.

She was anxious, for no other reason, that is, she had money in her hands, and she couldn't find a marketing account to end up and side with them.

Hot search?

Hot search: Where did she dare to buy.

The popularity of the three young people has reached the sky, and the rhythm of buying it will soon be exploded, and the money will be wasted.

As for Weibo, Sanshao's fans, that one is strong in combat, and Sanshao himself is not easy to mess with, and they don't dare to casually suppress his popularity and sandwich entries related to him.

Mu Xun's eyes began to be bloodshot, his anxious mouth was foaming, and he was still negotiating with some well-known marketing accounts and the big-name public relations team that operated independently in the circle.

Song Cheng, as one of the three parties who were sniped, was waiting on the side, but he could only do it in a hurry, and he couldn't do anything, even Weibo, Ruan Hong didn't let him swipe it, and confiscated his mobile phone.

He looked at Ruan Hong and Mu Xun anxiously, observing their faces and expressions, and knew that things were definitely not progressing.

Abrupt.

Mu Xun's eyes widened instantly, and he shouted in disbelief: "Ah Cheng, Ah Cheng, come over quickly." ”

He's not mistaken!

Impossible!

Three less he is......

Song Cheng hurriedly got up and ran over.

Mu Xun rubbed his eyes and pointed to a Weibo: "Look at this, is this one a little less?" ”

After Song Cheng glanced at it, he clicked in to determine the avatar, personal profile, and the number of fans, and he also shouted out, and his excited voice changed: "Brother Xun, it's Sanshao, it's Sanshao himself." ”

Ruan Hong just hung up the phone, it was a public relations team that had a good relationship with her before, but she also refused to cooperate, and she was breathing a sigh of relief, seeing that the two of them were startled, they also walked over, and their heads were about to explode: "What's wrong?" What's the hot search again? ”

"Sanshao, Sister Hong, it was Sanshao who posted Weibo!" Song Cheng's excited eyes were shining, and he pulled her over: "The third young man is Teacher Si Yan!" ”

Ruan Hong: ???

Sanshao posted on Weibo.

Sanshao V: I am Si Yan, I took the cover of Song Cheng.

After that, there is a set of photos of the nine-square grid.

This Weibo, in just a few minutes, exploded into the headlines of hot searches.

[Hahahaha, the maid sisters ask for benevolence, and the steaming is given to you a stone hammer, interview, what does it feel like to scold yourself for cooking? Is it cool? 】

[This melon is delicious, I have been in the fan circle for so long, and it is the first time I have encountered such a wonderful drama. 】

[Three Less Three Consecutive Jpg: Shocked? Excited? Impressed? 】

Sanshao's fans, calling him young master.

At first, because they jumped so badly, they had a black name, maids, the main master is the young master, they are maids.

Later, when they laughed at themselves, they called themselves maids.

Later, the maid became the name of the fan.

Now

The three young fans, the mood at the moment, there is only one word that can accurately express [! 】

The three young fans are just shocked, incredible, and after making a big fuss, there is an unparalleled sense of shame.

With rhythm behind it, I spent money, hired a marketing account, bought a water army black powder, black Si Ember plagiarism, Hei Song Cheng, Hei Lu Zhao, and the public relations department of several entertainment companies of Black Starlight Entertainment, and everyone's expressions at this time can only be described as mourning.

Lu Zhao's ability is not something that ordinary people can have, she can turn danger into victory every time everyone thinks that she is going to be finished and she is about to die.

How does this make other people who spend money and professional hacks live?

You have a bad stomach, you want to engage others, the money is spent, but you are not in the dark, people are still getting more and more popular, and the popularity is getting higher and higher.

Let's just say it's not angry!

Of course it's angry!

At this moment, Nie Wenhua was so angry that he lifted the table, his face was distorted to hideous, and he said a vicious low curse: "Lu Zhao!" ”

This little slut, why can't she be beaten to death or stepped on!

Wen Xuanxuan's side, in order to suppress Song Cheng and not give him a chance to stand out, she deliberately chose to release a new album on the same day as him.

However, Song Cheng's "The Wind by the Sea" and "Drunk Today" became popular, among which "Drunk Today" surpassed Yu Baiyu Tianwang and won the first place on the new song list of the month.

She began to panic and wanted to change the date of the song, but the company didn't agree, just promised to help her.

She has been restless for several days, and today she stayed up until the early hours of the morning, since the song was launched, she has been staring at her downloads, watching her new songs, after Song Cheng plagiarized the cover, the number of downloads has been rising.

At three o'clock in the morning, the number of downloads of her new song was already ten times that of Song Cheng, and she fell asleep satisfied.

But as soon as I fell asleep, my phone rang.

It was her agent Brother Yue who called, and his voice was painful, as if he was reporting a funeral: "Xuanxuan, have you slept?" To tell you a bad news, the third young man is Si Yan. ”

Wen Xuanxuan was stunned for two seconds, her face was colorless in an instant, and after a scream of unwilling anger like a ghost, she slammed her phone viciously!

Bang.

The phone screen shattered in response.

However, there are still reminders from Weibo, constantly flashing.

on Weibo.

It's getting even more lively.

There are very idle people, holding magnifying glasses, looking at the nine-square grid of Si Yanfa.

Of the nine photos, eight are photos of Song Cheng, and each one is easy to see and can be used directly as a high-definition wallpaper.

There is only one difference, that is, the photo in the middle of the nine-square grid, in the upper left corner of the photo, there are silhouettes of two people, and it is obvious that it is a man and a woman.

The man doesn't have to guess, it must be Sanshao himself.

The woman is very reverie, saying that Sanshao sent these photos at random, but they didn't believe it.

[This is the third young wife! ] 】

[Bet on a hundred chicken legs, it must be Lu Zhao. 】

[Upstairs, Lu summoned the navy to roll, my third young man is already married, and he refuses to tie up and rub the heat. 】

[Can Xiao Gongju have a face, it's not enough to tie up with the law god, are you sure you want to come to my house to find a scolding? ] 】

[The three young men in our family are married husbands, don't make an appointment! ] 】

The three young men who have a wife.

At this time, I was watching Lu Zhao's reply to the line, and the words of the scolding person were just a few sentences over and over again, but he could see that his eyebrows and eyes were filled with a happy and satisfied smile.

[You just plagiarized, your whole family plagiarized! ] 】

[What's wrong with similar styles?] It's only allowed for your three young people to shoot like this, and other people's shots are plagiarism? Why don't you say that both of them use cameras, both are photographers, both are men, and they are also plagiarists! 】

[Get out, my Ember didn't plagiarize! ] 】

……

At this moment, Lu Zhao turned over, and muttered inarticulately: "My Si Ember didn't plagiarize ......"

When Si Yan turned his head to look at her, his body stiffened, his hand subconsciously covered his heart, gritted his back molars, and cursed unpleasantly: "Fuck, Bo Yan, your uncle!" ”