He is paranoid sweet

Chapter 5 I Don't Know

Quiet.

Jiang Cijiong: "What I said is true."

Mo Chenjuan took a breath, and said solemnly: "Jiang Ci, although it is night, please don't daydream, okay?"

Jiang Ci: "..."

"I don't care if you are crazy or I am crazy, you immediately, immediately! Clarify it on Weibo!"

Jiang Cixiu frowned in confusion, "But my phone got wet."

"?"

"I see you're out of your mind!"

Jiang Ci sighed innocently, "Really."

Mo Chenjuan was very irritable and angry, "What about the computer? Is the computer okay?"

"My Weibo homepage is paralyzed, I can't get in..." His voice became more and more unreliable. It was too unfortunate that Jiang Ci encountered such a series of bad things.

Mo Chenjun: "..."

"Go to hell! Jiang Ci!" He bit these words tightly, with a look of hating iron but not steel.

"Jiang Ci, you don't need to live anymore, pack your bags and go home to farm, and escape. I believe that without my help, tomorrow you will be stabbed to death by Sishen's fans when you go out, and you will die in the street."

Jiang Ci made up his mind, and it was a bit miserable.

Her red lips were slightly curled up, but she was optimistic, "Death under the peony flower is like a ghost. If it is because of the unbridled spirit, I am willing to die..."

He sneered, "It's fine if you die, don't harm the company."

Jiang Ci frowned slightly, "Eunuch Mo, do you have a conscience?"

Eunuch Mo snorted coldly, "Well, I have no conscience. Hurry up, use Song Shi's mobile phone to log on to Weibo, post something casually, and immediately draw a clear line with Sishen! You want to die, but the company still wants to live!"

"Okay, I'll post it right away. Don't worry, even if I, Jiang Ci, die, I won't dirty a piece of the company's land."

The other end snorted coldly, and after a reminder, hung up the phone mercilessly.

With Song Shi's mobile phone, she successfully posted on Weibo.

Think about it for a while, and draw the line completely, right?She finally moved her finger and posted a Weibo.

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Cheng Huang sighed, spread his hands, and looked back at the man on the sofa.

The man is lying loosely on the sofa, with well-defined, white and well-proportioned hands resting casually on the book, a few strands of broken hair between his foreheads, outlining his eyebrows and eyes picturesquely, flipping a few pages, he has the nobility and elegance of a Wei and Jin prince .

"Sishen."

"Weibo has another earthquake because of you."

He made a sound like a sand table, "Yeah", but it was flat.

Cheng Ming seemed to have gotten used to Qiao Si's indifference, and said, "But this time it's a new one, Jiang Ci, do you know him?"

He paused with his fingertips.

He raised his eyebrows and looked at Cheng Ming.

The slender jade hand hooked the phalanx.

Cheng Ming understood, and immediately handed the phone to Qiao Si.

He took it, swiped through Weibo, habitually typed out the word Jiang Ci, and then entered her Weibo. The recent Weibo has been scolded badly.

Seeing the unsightly words, Tianshen frowned, Cheng Ming's heart tightened, and the atmosphere was delicate.

Suddenly, Jiang Ci's Weibo refreshed the latest interface.

[@江柳: Who is going to kill me?Panda style with pictures: ? ? ? 】

[@江基: Fake, I didn’t, I’m innocent, with picture: Deny three consecutive. 】

[@四神正面刚我: So what happened to that photo?Smile. 】

[@江词: P's. 】

Ah.

Qiao Si's brows felt a little cold, and Cheng Ming suddenly felt cold, and couldn't bear to tremble, why did Si Shen feel a little bad?

[@四神家的优妹妻: What is the relationship between you and Sishen! ! 】

[@江柳: I don’t know. 】

do not know?
The man chuckled coldly.

His expression was loose and lazy, showing a hint of playfulness.

(End of this chapter)