Chapter 259: You Readers, No, 7.6
"Your call can't be reached, please call again later..."
I want to smack my phone.
But as soon as he thought of this wilderness, he still had to rely on this to find someone, so he stopped.
This is also the first time in history, Fan Xuhui did not come according to his wishes.
In the past, if it didn't go well, how could I take care of anything else.
'Dididi~~'
Luo Mio just put down her phone and it lit up again.
It's still that unfamiliar number.
It rang twice, and the fork fell.
Then drag it into the blacklist.
He is now considered to be in seclusion, and there should be no one who will look for him.
And if you want to find him, I'm afraid you won't call him.
Lower your eyes to hide the sadness inside.
The white-haired mouse lying on the side stuck out his tongue.
Its spicy chicken host has begun to play again.
Tsk tsk...
Luo Mio touched the white-haired mouse fiercely, and saw the editor's avatar in the lower right corner flash.
Nervously clicked open.
Jiang Liu: Zero, you don't have to worry about the website, just code the words well, and the technical side will fix this bug.
Luo Mio breathed a sigh of relief.
Nima really wants to hang for a week, it will be absolutely miserable.
It's just that...
Jiang Liu: There may be a strange stranger coming up to you in a while, you... Pay attention to yourself.
“?”
Luo Mio rubbed her cheeks suspiciously.
Strange strangers...
!
'Tong'er, it can't be that I'm really doxxed. ’
So there are angry readers or passers-by who come to the door to splash paint?
The white-haired mouse flicked his tail, 'No, it's just that you're red.' ’
Before Luo Mio could breathe a sigh of relief, she listened to it again.
Unfortunately, it's black and red. ’
Luo Mio: "..."
Well, as long as it's not the address of those exposed, it's acceptable... What a ghost (╯‵□′) ╯(┻━┻
The vent of the myocardial infarction replied to the editor.
Zero: Thanks editor, I see, I'll be careful.
The river on the other end of the computer was a little tangled.
That's not what he meant.
But...
It seems to mean that again.
The group little boss is such a headache.
Forget it, let them make it themselves.
Close the chat box, get mentally prepared, and Luo Mio clicked on Weibo.
Previously, because I wrote some small fan, I hung up Weibo and went out.
Right now...
When the page jumps, subconsciously hold your breath.
And then.
“!!!”
The original two or three thousand fans have become more than 50,000.
Wow.
He's really red! Is it so?
Slide your mouse.
The first Weibo has more than 10,000 retweets, 20,000 comments, and nearly 30,000 likes.
Looking at this terrifying data, he suddenly didn't have the courage to click on it.
Anyway, it's a scolding.
Hey, life, it's really hard.
So, let's take a look.
Stimulate it.
The arrow moved over and tapped his finger slightly.
Belch~
Luo Mio's eyes widened slightly.
It wasn't what he expected.
Beauty Valley: The big text is so good that the wolf's blood is boiling.
Little White Rabbit: Such a favorite article must be supported and supported.
Tang Seng Meat: When I first saw the hot search, my first feeling was, what is it? After reading the article, I intoxicated and inhaled, it was so fragrant.
After these normal comments, the style of painting is strange.
One, two, three: The main line is clear, the thinking is clear, the characters are perfectly portrayed, and the plot is interesting and good-looking.
Messy: The main line is clear, the idea is clear...
Luo Mio flipped through several pages in a row, all with different numbers, brushing the same content.
If this weren't for the water army, he would have the same surname as the second patient!
'Knock Knock'
There was a knock on the door.
Luo Mio stiffened.
Could it be...
Quickly grabbed the mobile phone and pressed the phone of the police uncle without hesitation.