The mobile phone screen in Yan Xi's hand stayed on the official blog page of the judicial organ.

She saw it, and Ji Xiubei naturally saw it too.

Subconsciously looking at the man next to him, Yan Xi's voice was unconsciously slow, "A big guy like you...... Are they all so rigid? ”

“……”

Ji Xiubei raised his eyebrows, noncommittal.

He clearly saw a sincere admiration in the little girl's eyes, as if they had done what she had been afraid to do.

Yan Xi said to himself, "I'm afraid that these fans of Fu scumbag are not black fans, right?" Strength pit idols! ”

Remembering that she had been a fan of this scumbag before, she felt ashamed, it was a great shame!

Thanks to the fact that even when she is a scumbag, she is also a rational fan, and she is very Buddhist, otherwise she would really regret hitting her head.

These fans made such a fuss, and the official blog of the judicial organ openly asked Fu Zichen for an explanation, even if Fu Zichen's side wanted to reconcile privately, it was impossible.

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At the same time, Fu Zichen's apartment was in a mess, the sound of "ping pong" kept coming out, and everything that could be smashed was smashed.

In the living room, Fu Zichen, who was furious, was still looking for something to smash, like crazy, scolding in his mouth.

"These idiots! How could I have such stupid fans! Fucking idiots! ”

"Are they brain-dead or mentally retarded, and they actually went to the official account of the judicial organ to make trouble! Didn't the give birth to their brains together? ”

"A stupid pig, a group of things that are not enough to achieve and more than to lose!"

"I'm going to die of this!"

"Idiot! Idiot fool! ”

Fu Zichen vented his anger and kicked the crooked coffee table that had been kicked, making a sharp friction sound.

Hearing this, Fu Zichen's agent Liu Weiming frowned, and glanced at him gloomily, unable to hide his displeasure.

After smashing enough, Fu Zichen looked at Liu Weiming angrily and asked, "What should I do now?" You're talking about the! ”

After saying that, he kicked the coffee table again.

Liu Weiming just paid attention to the comments of the official blog of the judicial organ, and when he saw the brainless words said by his fans, he was not happy, but now he was so embarrassed that he was on the verge of breaking out.

Every time, Fu Zichen didn't listen to him, caused trouble by himself, and when something happened, he would only lose his temper and never find a way to solve it by himself.

In addition, the reason why his fans are so rampant is not that he is used to it?

It was he who had to market a tall image of a "powerful favorite fan", conniving and acquiescing to the excesses of fans, so he was used to not being a thing.

If he hadn't been expected to eat, he would have stayed with him and suffered from this wretch?

Knowing that now is not the time to tear his face, Liu Weiming suppressed his anger and said in a calm voice, "Things have come to this point, and it will definitely not work if you don't respond." ”

Fu Zichen's voice suddenly rose, "What do you mean?" Are you making me admit that I lied? Liu Weiming, you put forward the idea of filing a fake case at the beginning, and now you want me to take the blame? Put all the blame on me? ”

Looking at Fu Zichen, a shrew, scolding the street, Liu Weiming's chest hurt.

He really couldn't imagine how he took a fancy to this product among the newcomers in the first place?

At the beginning, he called "Brother Ming", but now he dares to call him his name directly, forgetting who brought him from a poor boy in the countryside to the top?

With resentment in his heart, Liu Weiming still had to take care of the overall situation and suppress his anger, "How can I let you take the blame?" Of course, it's to find someone else to replace the dead! ”