After my Weibo gained millions of followers, it quickly fell, and the hot search was also on the top of the list.

The key is that He Zhao also danced with Mu Luo at the Qixi party a few days ago, and had a dating scandal with her, but commented on my Weibo of a black fan on the night of Qixi Festival.

It's so ambiguous to say that the exit is so ambiguous.

In my comment area, people began to eat melons.

"Who is this black fan? How can He Zhao notice? ”

There was also abuse.

"Black powder will die, don't rub it!"

Some people even hit me hard and began to flesh me.

"This black fan seems to have been exposed to He Zhao through various channels, could it be the person around him!"

In addition, there are some people who are not clear-headed: "You say, He Zhao won't know this black fan in real life, and he is still interested in her, right?" So confess through Tanabata? ”

Waves of comments were about to kill my Weibo, and some people even tried to doxx me.

I was so scared that I logged out of Weibo overnight.

My brother called me: "Don't be afraid, my brother will take care of this for you." ”

One sentence almost made me cry, and the benefits of having an older brother are vividly reflected at this moment.

My brother also said, "I'll call He Zhao back when I have time." ”

I was stunned for a moment, only to realize that I had many missed calls from He Zhao on my phone.

Su Yuan couldn't explain for the time being, so I hesitated for a while, but I still chose to call He Zhao first.

"Hey..."

"Yi Zhi, didn't you scare, did you?"

The man's voice was low and tired, and there was some eagerness that could not be concealed.

I was stunned, bowed my head and picked my hands.

"It's fine, but why are you sending me that comment? It's easy to get people wrong. ”

He Zhao was silent for a while, and just when I thought he wouldn't answer, I heard him say, "Sorry, I forgot to cut the trumpet." ”

？？？

I suddenly went out of my body and couldn't understand what he meant.

Seeing that I didn't move for a long time, He Zhao sighed.

"I'm sorry, I was abrupt, if necessary, I will explain it on Weibo."

"How do you explain that? Say you forgot to cut the trumpet? And then was picked up by others, and you have been using the trumpet to interact with black fans? And always ask me if I like you? ”

Almost instantly, I searched for He Zhao's trumpet name in my memory.

Because every time I comment on Weibo, almost all of them scold me, and there is only one Weibo account, and every time I ask at the bottom if I like He Zhao.

Whenever I see this comment, I always swipe it over and ignore it hastily.

As a result, now that He Zhao told me that the trumpet was his, I felt shocked and a little ridiculous at the same time.

He Zhao was speechless when I asked.

After a long time, he lowered his voice and asked me a little cautiously: "Yi Zhi, are you angry?" ”

I didn't speak, and I didn't know what to say.

Do you ask him why he asks me if I like him under the guise of a trumpet?

But at the beginning, it was obviously he who rejected my enthusiastic love with indifference, and what is he doing now?

Play me? I'm just going to come and go just like that?

Seeing that I didn't speak, He Zhao paused for two seconds before speaking in a calm voice.

"Yi Zhi, whatever explanation you want, I can give it to you..."

But before he could finish, I dropped the phone.

Interpretation? Can I afford it?

He Zhao's comment on black fans caused a lot of uproar.

I unilaterally fell into a cold war with He Zhao, refused his phone messages, and even stayed in the hotel for many days in order to prevent my brother from taking him home.

Until I received a message from Lu Anchuan.

"Yi Zhi, the master has returned to China, remember to pick up the airport tomorrow!"

He backhanded a flight number without a beak.