Burst!

"It's fake, it's definitely fake!"

The official blog of Wanji Studio issued an announcement, clarifying that the news of Miyoshi's death spread on the Internet was fake, and also said that it would reserve the right to pursue those who spread the rumors. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 In order to be more convincing, Info Wanji Studio also released a photo of Miya's guitar.

After seeing the news, Guo Gang didn't want to believe it, thinking that it was clearly Wanji Studio and he was still covering it up, indicating that they must be empty-hearted.

"Hehe! I don't know when this photo was taken, I think that uploading a random life photo can prove that Gong Guitar is not dead? What a joke, and they said that they want to sue us for spreading rumors? They want to be so good, if they have the ability, then go and sue Lin Zhengdong? Ignorance!"

He Zhuang was also scrolling Weibo with Guo Gang in bed at this time, watching the news on the Internet. When he saw the piece of Wanji's studio, the unconfident announcement, he sneered in his heart.

Now it's almost twelve o'clock at night, but He Zhuang and Guo Gang are still not sleepy in bed, and their mobile phones are still fighting with the charger plugged in. The hospital changed two stronger iron beds for them, and the injuries were all taken care of, so they were still in good spirits after such a toss, and I have to say that the two of them were also desperate enough.

"Huh, Brother Zhuang, see that Gong Ji's Weibo has been updated! He actually said that he will broadcast live at nine o'clock in the morning the day after tomorrow! This must be fake, he is obviously dead, how can he still post Weibo?"

At that time, Guo Gang found that Gong Ji's Weibo had updated a message, and he couldn't help but start to doubt.

"There's nothing strange about that! A lot of the time on my Weibo is managed by my team, and it's not surprising that Gong's guitar's Weibo is handled by his studio. Xiao Guo, have you noticed, if Gong Guitar is really fine, why don't you come out to broadcast live now? Nor will it be broadcast live tomorrow? but that you and I will only be willing to come out live after tomorrow? If you and I encounter such a thing, we will come out to clarify it as soon as possible, how can Wanji Studio be so secretive? Obviously, there is only one answer, that is, Gong Guitar must be dead. It's just that this happened too suddenly, and Wanji Studio wasn't ready yet. ”

He Zhuang because of his preconceptions, and because he thought that there was Lin Zhengdong's guarantee, he thought that it was impossible to guess wrong. The statements made by Wanji Studio and Miyayoshi on Weibo are just to cover up, but this paper can't contain the fire, and sooner or later the facts will be announced.

Guo Gang thought about it and felt that what He Zhuang said was very reasonable, and he really couldn't refute it. Deep down, Guo Gang is more inclined to the fact that Gong Ji is really dead. After listening to He Zhuang's words, Guo Gang felt a lot more at ease, so he should be able to sleep beautifully tonight. Miyayoshi's big trouble has finally been eliminated, and I feel that tomorrow's life will be better.

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After Lin Zhengdong confirmed that the guitar was hung up, he also hugged the two young models and slept beautifully, only to be woken up by a ringing phone at about noon the next day.

And what happened on the Internet last night, Lin Zhengdong didn't pay much attention to it. A small person like Miyayoshi was already eliminated from Lin Zhengdong's memory.

"Hmm, who?" Lin Zhengdong was really unhappy about this disturbing dream in the morning. I didn't open my eyes, and I was groping for the phone next to the bed.

"Hey, are you Mr. Lin Zhengdong? I saw your advertisement on the side of the road, and it just so happens that I have an ancestral Chinese medicine formula that has a miraculous effect on your impotence and premature ejaculation......

"Neuropathy! Nima is impotent and premature ejaculation!"

When Lin Zhengdong picked up the mobile phone and connected it, he heard a middle-aged man's voice on the other side, gushing unconsciously. Lin Zhengdong didn't wait for the other party to finish speaking, he immediately hung up the phone.

Do you know that Lao Tzu flew double last night, fighting from early morning to dawn, and he still can't wake up after those two tender molds?

Fortunately, it was through the mobile phone, otherwise Lin Zhengdong would have slapped him with two big slaps and killed him!

It's calling again......

Lin Zhengdong looked at the incoming call and saw that it was not the number just now, so he answered the phone.

"May I ask if it's Mr. Lin Zhengdong? I have a jar of dragon and tiger divine whip tonic wine, and I don't ...... you impotence like Mr. Lin."

"Lie on the grass! Shut up! Nima's whole family is impotent!"

It's such a call again, Lin Zhengdong scolded, and then hung up the phone!

After two such calls, Lin Zhengdong didn't feel sleepy at all, and he had nowhere to vent the fire in his stomach, and he was trying to find two young models next to him to put out the fire.

Unexpectedly, another call came......

"Hello Mr. Lin Zhengdong, I have a ...... for impotence and premature ejaculation."

"**** get out!"

Nima's, who is joking with Lao Tzu like this early in the morning? So many inexplicable phone calls...... Don't let Lao Tzu know who did it, otherwise you want to look good!!

Lin Zhengdong was extremely irritable, and in less than half an hour, he had received no less than ten such calls, either that he had any ancient prescriptions, or that his hospital had a unique ability to treat impotence and other diseases.

In this way, Lin Zhengdong was worried that he would be fine in this regard, and if he continued to answer such calls, he would be impotent. Originally, the interest in finding two young models for morning sports also faded, and whenever Lin Zhengdong heard such a call, the two young models lying next to him, one left and one right, looked at Lin Zhengdong with strange eyes.

"Nima's! What kind of eyes are you two? Lao Tzu is not sick! Didn't you two experience it last night? Wo Cao! Come again? Hey? Who is it? I warn you, don't mention any more words like impotence to me, or I'll find someone to tear down your broken hospital!"

Lin Zhengdong was training the two young models next to him, and he didn't like their suspicious eyes. I don't want to be at this time, another phone call came.

Lin Zhengdong also suspected at first that one of his rich second-generation friends was joking with him, and a few bad friends in their rich second-generation circle didn't play less about this kind of tricky thing. But that was all when I was a kid, and now very few people play such boring things. But Lin Zhengdong soon discovered that the calls on it were all from all over the country, not concentrated in a certain place.

"Hello Mr. Lin Zhengdong! I am an expert in gonorrhea syphilis, and I have more than 30 years of experience in this field......

"Lie on the grass, syphilis, your sister, stupid!"

This call was even more annoying, and he really didn't mention impotence to Lin Zhengdong again, but Lin Zhengdong was even more angry when he heard it, and he had the heart to kill.

"Huh, Lin Shao, I suddenly remembered that there was something else to do today, so I'll go first!"

"Me ...... too"

And the two young models lying next to them were discolored, jumped up from the bed, and hurriedly ran away with a piece of clothing!