Master Pei, your wife is too cruel

Chapter 489 [Silly B]

Sang Nuan paused and turned around.

"You believe me?"

At this time, it was a stranger who was willing to believe her.

The camera brother turned off the machine, and said seriously: "I won't take pictures. Let's go, I will accompany you to find the tutor."

Sang Nuan looked at him, and a warm current melted in his heart.

She smiled, "Do you have Weibo?"

The camera brother froze for a moment, then nodded, "Yes."

It is because of it that I know the unsightly slander on Weibo.

"Lend me the account."

With that said, he stretched out his hand and pushed open the door of the monitoring room.

"Oh, you—"

The camera brother wanted to stop her, but it was too late, Sang Nuan had already turned and walked in.

There was only one little brother guarding the monitoring room, and when he saw two people coming in one after the other, he stood up in surprise.

"You guys... have something to do?"

The camera brother pursed his lower lip, not knowing how to answer his colleague.

At this time, Sang Nuan said, "Brother, let me borrow the computer for a while. It is the one that the director lent me last time."

On the day Sang Nuan borrowed the computer, the younger brother was also there, so he opened the drawer and took out the notebook without tripping.

"Here you are, but you still have to use it here. There are cameras outside, and I can't explain it if I was filmed."

Sang Nuan nodded obediently, "Understood."

The little brother made her laugh so embarrassed that she lowered her head, and it seemed that she didn't know what was going on on Weibo.

Sang Nuan found a chair and sat down, with the computer resting on her lap, her slender fingertips typing on the keyboard.

The video camera brother who was following me, seeing her in a difficult situation, was still in the mood to use the computer to browse Weibo. He hated iron and steel, and was afraid of talking too loudly, which would alarm the colleagues on the side. He simply put the machine aside and squatted down to come over , suppressing his voice, "Sang Nuan, listen to me. Although I am a camera, I know more about the entertainment industry than you. This kind of slander, if you don't clarify it in the first place, it will be very troublesome in the future, and you may be... "

"Uncle, give me the account number."

Sang Nuan stared at the computer screen intently, interrupting him, although he called him uncle politely, but the tone was clearly undeniable and firm.

"you--"

"Uncle, account number!"

The cameraman had no choice but to report a string of phone numbers, followed by a string of letters and numbers.

"What do you want my account for? Use my account to scold them? They have a bunch of mouths, but you only have one. Why don't you listen to persuasion?"

While talking, he looked at Sang Nuan's computer screen.

Seeing that Sang Nuan found out the person who posted the most popular post, she sent him a private message directly.

[I'll give you [-] minute to delete all the false news that hurt Sang Nuan. 】

Brother Camera: ?
He really used his name to scold people.

Just this combat power.

Zhan Wuscum is flattering her.

The camera brother just wanted to say that he can swear at people, or let him try.

The other party has already responded to Sang Nuan's message.

Capitalized two words: [Silly B]

This is very embarrassing.

The camera brother silently turned his face away, so as not to embarrass the little girl.

The person who posted the post is a keyboard warrior, and when he received such a private message for no reason, it was all regarded as a silly prank by netizens.

He has been in the navy for some years, and it's not that he has never seen a generous benefactor, but it is still rare to see such a generous benefactor like this time.

A microblog is worth 10 yuan, and for each inflammatory comment, if there are more than 5 comments, an additional [-] yuan will be added.

He simply moved his fingers, and he already earned a small 50 in half an hour. Where did he find such a good job?
In order to avoid further harassment from the other party, he directly closed the private message.

After taking a sip of Coca-Cola, the poster had a flash of inspiration, and continued typing on the keyboard...

(End of this chapter)