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

"It exploded..." Song Yuan didn't understand, "What does it mean?"

She knows very well how to use various big V accounts to create public opinion. The money has been given out, and based on time, it has now been spread all over the Internet.

When there was a car accident two days ago, reporters reported it. At that time, Sister Lai bought all the news and did not spread it widely. She deliberately left some misleading information, so that fans and netizens gradually began to speculate and become curious. They were hoisted as high as possible and the whole internet was dug. Except for the car accident scene which was so blurry that the close-up view and faces were blurry, there were several blurry photos of Song Yuan being sent to the hospital while lying on a stretcher, and of the police entering and leaving the hospital.

Curiosity is high.

In fact, Song Yuan had already told Sister Lai to prepare a draft. She wanted to bring Nan Jiaojiao in and create a character for herself. Otherwise, she would have ignored her own injury and insisted on pulling Nan Jiaojiao into the car. In vain.

"We tried to send it again later, but it couldn't be sent out. It was very strange. Those who had sent drafts before could not be sent out anymore. I sent it once using a small account, but it went through. The result was It was blown up within a few minutes, which was really weird.”

Song Yuan's heart sank.

She suddenly looked at Nan Jiaojiao, stared at her mobile phone suspiciously, and asked tentatively: "Jiaojiao, who were you talking to on the phone just now?"

Nan Jiaojiao didn't even raise her head, "Bo Yanqing."

"No, just what you said just now, I clearly heard a woman's voice."

Nan Jiaojiao didn't have time to look up. She was hiding in the grass. Three people came over from the opposite side. The shooter threw his skill to explore the grass. She swung the skill and stabbed out. She aimed at the shooter and gave her ultimate move.

"Oh, a friend."

Song Yuan narrowed her eyes warily, "What kind of friend?"

Nan Jiaojiao said nothing.

Song Yuan was impatient and waited slowly for her to spit out her words, "You must have done something, right? Who is your friend? Are you sitting here and telling someone to do something for you?" Nan Jiao Jiao didn't answer a word and just sat there calmly. Song Yuan was so anxious that she almost got out of bed. She didn't even bother to avoid him and just stared at Nan Jiaojiao.

It wasn't that she was staring at her, but Nan Jiaojiao's game was over. She glanced at the time and happened to receive a call from Bo Yanqing. He was already downstairs.

"I'm leaving first," Nan Jiaojiao stood up, "I won't be here tomorrow."

"Why?" Song Yuan stared at her closely, "What's going to happen tomorrow? Am I discharged from the hospital? It's not you who wants to take care of me. Now that my family can trust me and leave me to you, you won't come?"

Nan Jiaojiao's face was calm and she glanced at her lightly, "Guess, even if I come again tomorrow, will it be of any use to you?"

Song Yuan's eyebrows twitched, and some thoughts were running through her mind. The clues became clearer and clearer. She felt flustered for no reason, and her hands were holding the quilt tightly.

"What do you mean, I don't understand."

"Then just pretend you don't understand."

Nan Jiaojiao twitched the corner of her mouth indifferently, her smile not reaching her eyes, "The scenes in Miss Song's life are better, but it's a pity. If she could be so skilled in filming, why would she be tepid even after many years of debut?"

Song Yuan opened his mouth to curse, and the words came out. Nan Jiaojiao glanced to the side and said in a leisurely manner: "No, you are always good at hype. Just have fun."

Sure enough it was her!

How could she be so capable? A fringe figure could actually reach into the entertainment industry! (End of chapter)