The little ancestor has a soft waist and a wild heart, Master Bo has fallen!

Chapter 1959 The black draft was bombed
Song Yuan...

Nan Jiaojiao responded with a few words. The nurse aunt was a warm-hearted person, and she had already become familiar with her after just getting to know each other for a while. She felt that Nan Jiaojiao was particularly easy to communicate with, because no matter what she said, Nan Jiaojiao would give a simple response. .

Even the one on the hospital bed looked extremely stinky and was not interested in chatting. She walked around the ward twice and found nothing to do, so she found a chair and sat in the corner.

Nan Jiaojiao had been playing games all afternoon. If Song Yuan needed anything, before Song Yuan could blame Nan Jiaojiao, the nurse rushed over to do it. After three or two times, Song Yuan stopped.

When the time agreed with Bo Yanqing was approaching, Lu Zhenzhen called, but Nan Jiaojiao hung up.

Since just now, she has not put down her phone after exiting the game.

Song Yuan turned her back, took out her mobile phone from under the pillow, and deleted the chat history with Sister Lai to make sure everything was safe. She felt better and turned back to look at Nan Jiaojiao provocatively.

"Jiaojiao, are you sending a message?"

Nan Jiaojiao: "No."

"I see you are very busy. I thought you were chatting with someone else. What happened?"

After saying this, Song Yuan carefully observed Nan Jiaojiao's face. She had no reaction and did not raise her head when she spoke. "It's a bit interesting."

"Really, can you show me?"

Nan Jiaojiao didn't reply to her, so Lu Zhenzhen called again. Nan Jiaojiao picked up the phone. Before she could speak, Lu Zhenzhen asked firmly: "Weibo exploded. Did you do it?"

"Hmm."

"You went to the hospital these two days just because of this?"

Nan Jiaojiao said: "Absolutely."

"Why go to all this trouble? Rongcheng is my territory. If she wants to send any press release, I can suppress it if I want to. You are still running over to wait on her, you are going to waste all your energy!" Nan Jiaojiao turned down the volume in advance. In order to avoid being deafened when being scolded, "I'm fine anyway. It's more useful to have people come over and press the news. At least it's not that troublesome to deal with."

"Okay, I get it. I've found the source of the draft. I'm suppressing it so it won't cause any trouble."

"No."

Nan Jiaojiao glanced at Song Yuan, "Just do it appropriately. I'm afraid it will be more troublesome if you push me too hard."

Lu Zhenzhen rolled his eyes, "You are just looking for something to do for yourself."

Nan Jiaojiao laughed twice, hung up the phone and continued to play on her phone while leaning on the sofa.

As soon as the sound effect of entering the game sounded, Song Yuan couldn't sit still. She was puzzled as to why Nan Jiaojiao could still hold her nerve. At this time, the Internet should be in turmoil.

She logged into Weibo and searched for her name and car accident keywords, but found none.

Even the few big Vs who had negotiated the price and wanted to build momentum across the entire network were quiet.

Song Yuan subconsciously glanced at Nan Jiaojiao, squinting her eyes, full of suspicion, but it was just suspicion. She didn't believe that this bitch was so capable.

But she was still worried and sent a message to Sister Lai. Sister Lai called directly. Song Yuan's hand shook and she almost let go. She picked up the phone and pressed the button to hang up. She wanted to send a message to Sister Lai to remind her not to call at this time. It was inconvenient to come here, but without even clicking on the interface, Sister Lai called again, so anxiously that Song Yuan couldn't stop her, so she had to pick up the call.

"I told you, don't..."

"Yuan Yuan, it's not good. All the drafts we prepared cannot be sent out!"

Song Yuan frowned, "What's going on?"

"It was possible to post at first, but after a minute of posting, there was no link and it was bombed..."