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Chapter 169 Dead Fat House?
After hearing Su Chen's words, Mo Yuan also heaved a sigh of relief.

Although he didn't know what Su Chen's confidence was in saying this, but he believed that this guy would definitely not lie.

I think this guy must be on the way here, and quietly sent a text message to the Eleventh Prince!

Hmph, this is still hidden, so boring!

Mo Yuan was slandering in his heart, suddenly he became interested in gossip, and moved to Su Chen's side: "Quickly tell me, what kind of image is the prince like?"

This issue is not only his concern, but anyone who likes the book fans of the Eleventh Prince is extremely curious!
Ever since the prince wrote the book, everyone has wanted to know what the identity of this master is.

Ordinary people can't write such a magnificent novel!
However, it has been ten years, and the Eleventh Prince has never shown up at all.

This is so desperate!
Mo Yuan didn't realize at all that he had gone farther and farther on the road to death, and continued to say excitedly: "Don't be angry, just say what I described last time is right!"

While speaking, he even gestured in front of his stomach with his hand.

Seeing this guy's appearance of needing a beating, Su Chen's brows twitched wildly.

For the first time, she felt that Mo Yuan's face was so hideous!

"Your Majesty, Maoqiu has always thought so!"

Suppressing the idea of ​​beating Mo Yuan here, Su Chen opened the door and got out of the car.After glancing at Mo Yuan, he said with a hint of sarcasm: "Heh~ You'll know when the time comes!"

After saying this, Su Chen started to walk inside.

She was really worried that if she stayed with Mo Yuan any longer, she couldn't help but beat him up.

Looking at Su Chen's leaving back, Mo Yuan couldn't help curling his lips, even if you don't tell me now, I'll know in a while.

From his point of view, he had hit the mark, and he must have been unable to refute this scourge, so he would become angry from embarrassment!

Well, it must be so!

He felt that he was really a genius, and it would be a waste of talent not to write detective novels!
Maoqiu: You can be proud, little Mozi, my Majesty is already walking on the road to slap your face with a 40-meter broadsword!

Just ask if you are afraid of it!
Over there, Su Chen walked at the end of the team and also came to the stadium.

"Hey, what kind of person do you think the prince is!"

"You don't have to think about it, of course it's a fat man with a big belly and glasses!"

"If you can't keep it straight, you have to be bald. After all, sitting in front of the computer all year round, it's normal to be bald!"

"No matter what the prince is, I like her!"

"Let's just wait, what if the prince's figure is still in good shape?"

"Impossible, aren't all Internet writers dead fat nerds?"

……

No matter where she went, she could hear these comments about her.

Su Chen: "..."

Who on earth gave you the illusion to make you think like this!

She really didn't want to slap these book fans in the face, but why do these people always put their faces on it?
And obviously, it's not just the book fans in the stadium who have such thoughts.

Netizens on Weibo almost all have the same opinion.

But now it's the stars' turn to despair.

We have to be careful about what we eat every day, and we have to exercise every day in order to keep in shape.But now you actually tell me that we are not even as good as a dead fat house?
Is the malice in this world so deep?
I'm so angry, I really want my fans to tear it up.

But what they were even more desperate for was that even among their own fans, many of them were fans of the Eleventh Prince's books!

How many book fans does this guy have?

Is this stepping on the horse in an all-pervasive rhythm?

　good night everyone~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)