The Boss is Very Busy

Yesterday, he exaggerated and told his friends that his father gave him pocket money, so he organized his friends to have dinner together, and he treated him.

But he couldn't find MuMian anyway, where he would have money when he paid the bill.

In the end, I could only make up for the meal by calling my former high school classmates embarrassingly.

Yesterday he made countless calls to MuMian but the other party did not answer, and he couldn't help feeling angry.

If he didn't need MuMian now, how could he care about her?

But... he thought of the girl's pretty little face, his eyes sinking slightly.

The door of the dormitory was pushed open, Qin Yang looked over, and the rest of the dormitory walked in twos and threes.

He didn't notice anything wrong, and smiled as always kindly on his face: "Are you going to eat? Why don't you wake me up?"

The roommates glanced at each other, and some of them licked their lips and smiled.

"I'm sorry, I see you are sleeping soundly."

Qin Yang smiled friendly: "It's okay."

The atmosphere in the dormitory was inexplicably weird, and one of them asked suddenly.

"Qin Yang, is MuMian really your cousin?"

Qin Yang looked slightly startled, then the smile on his face did not change, and he nodded calmly.

"Yes, what's the matter?"

The man's face was embarrassed for a moment. He didn't speak. Qin Yang finally felt the weird atmosphere. The alarm sounded in his heart, feeling a bad premonition, and the boy frowned.

"Why are you all so weird? Tell me directly if you have something, let's solve it together."

"Qin Yang, you should take a look at the school forum," said another roommate.

Qin Yang was inexplicably panicked. He turned on his mobile phone and found the forum to enter. There were many people participating in the popular news, and Qin Yang's expression froze.

He clicked in, row after row of fonts came into sight, the boy's eyes widened, and his fingers trembling unconsciously while scratching the screen.

what is this?

What is this?

Qin Yang took a cold breath, he raised his eyes and looked at the few silent people, his face flushed with annoyance, "You...you all saw it."

The atmosphere was lonely for two seconds, and several people nodded silently.

The boy took a deep breath and his eyes were red. He didn't know whether he was angry, because he was embarrassed, or because the deepest scar was so ruthlessly opened and exposed to the public's sight, he felt inferior.

He shook his head, trying to make himself look calmer: "This is not true, I know it myself."

Qin Yang's tone was calm, looking helpless.

"It should be someone who wants to black me out. It seems that I have offended someone invisibly."

Those few people were also embarrassed. Some people smiled and sat back to their positions to avoid looking at Qin Yang.

The person who spoke just now said again: "Really? But the screenshot of your WeChat account and chat history is also shown on the post. It is indeed yours."

Qin Yang looked over, his face was dark, his smile stiff: "What can I do? P pictures are too powerful these years, it seems that I was targeted this time."

"oh, I see."

Qin Yang opened the phone, his fingers slowly tightened, his eyes were deep, he opened WeChat, and the new friend did not know how many days he had been lying down with the friend's request. He turned it over, and it was all abusive words.

The boy pressed his lips fiercely, his lips tightened.

He found the administrator of the campus forum, regardless of private messages.

"I’m Qin Yang. Some of the false comments on the forum have a great impact on my reputation. Please delete the post. You can pay as much money as you want. If you can, please help me find the poster. I I will rely on legal effects to maintain my reputation, and will pay a relative remuneration."

He believed that the administrators of the forum had always thought that being rich could make the ghosts gossip. As long as he was asked to find the person who posted, Qin Yang held the phone tightly, his eyes dark.