Chapter 889

——Looking at such naive writing, this is the growth process of Xiao Qingmei and Xiao Zhuma
——I envy childhood sweethearts like you the most

——No wonder the boss dotes on the sister-in-law so much, it turned out that he liked her since childhood

——You have passed the seven-year itch, I am afraid that you will be tired of being together for the rest of your life
——May I ask if you have been in love for ten years?
——The dog blood plot of Xiaoqingmei Xiaozhuma appeared in front of me so vividly, Brother X, I also want to be your little Qingmei, do you have a time machine at home?

At the beginning, I didn't understand why I suddenly became popular, and why so many people called me sister-in-law. When I saw Jiang Xi here, I couldn't help but understand.

The truth is out.

But isn't the increase in fans too fast? In just a few months, there are 10,000+ fans.

It would be fine if it was some kind of anchor gaining followers, but no, it was nothing, the account [Gu Jia Ai Wu] was purely the account of the first person in the road.

Or is it that the current netizens like to eat dog food and treat it like lemon essence!

Seeing this, Jiang Xi felt that she was getting old and couldn't keep up with the rhythm of these 'young people'.

How could Ji Rong's trumpet gain such an exaggerated following!
Back then, she had worked so hard to film a movie, and she didn't have so many fans. Her fans were accumulated bit by bit. Now Ji Rong is relying on a few pictures, and a few pictures that are boring. Fan is so exaggerated, which makes Jiang Xi feel a little bit jealous.

Staring at Ji Rong's Weibo, looking at the [This is the love porridge prepared for me by my dear] Weibo that Ji Rong just posted, Jiang Xi's heart. . . . . .

Hehe (this is a wry and helpless character)

Should she tell the other party that the bowl of porridge just now is the kind that costs two yuan a bowl on the side of the road.

She was afraid that if she said it, it would hurt the other party's self-esteem, but why don't she say it, the sun is exposed to the sun every day, endlessly.

Jiang Xi knows that Xiu Enai dies quickly, so her purpose of doing things is: keep a low profile, keep a low profile, be humble, and be humble again.

She and Ji Rong have been together for so long, she doesn't even dare to post too much in her circle of friends, she is deeply afraid that En Aixiu will be too high and attract people's envy.

now--

She never thought that Ji Rong's style of painting was better than Chu Han's when he became high-profile.

Perhaps Jiang Xi's eyes were too hot, and Ji Rong, who had been working hard, couldn't help but raise his head.

"what happened?"

Could it be that the TV doesn't look good, the snacks don't taste good, or I feel bored with myself.

"No."

Forget it, for the sake of how delicious he cooked for her, she'd better not tell him the truth, and cook him a millet porridge next time as compensation.

The cowardly Jiang Xi still didn't have the courage to tell Ji Rong that the porridge just now was just the porridge he bought at the side of the road for two dollars.

Try to cover the vest, so that no one will know even if it is high-profile.

How can I say that I am also the real girlfriend of the other party, and others have liked it, so I shouldn't be silent.

So, raising his hand, Jiang Xi silently gave Ji Rong a thumbs up for those Weibo posts.

[The wooden man in the box] This is the Weibo trumpet name Ji Rong gave Jiang Xi.

Not only that, she even silently liked it in the comments of some netizens.

such as:

Single aristocrats are also expensive: Xiu Enai dies quickly, it is better to keep a low profile
The Pot Is Just a Legend: Bro, Too Much

Hee hee hee hahaha: This kind of love is very boring, I can't see it

8899998899: Almost done, Tiantianxiu, even more exaggerated than my girlfriend

The last heir of the Kill Matt family: Does your partner know you are so good at it?
(End of this chapter)

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