The roar of the agent Brother Xiao Ma shook people's ears and deaf: "Weiwei, are you going to be angry with me, you still don't delete your Weibo!" You're going crazy, aren't you?!! Du Jian, you dare to offend, are you crazy!! ”

Feeling upset, she pressed the call and blocked all incoming calls temporarily.

The phone could not be called, and the mobile phone information and WeChat were bombarded.

In the past, even if it was dense and quiet, the information kept popping up at this time, and it was dazzling that people couldn't see it clearly.

She saw that even Qi Yusen, who hadn't spoken for a long time, sent a text message.

Qi Yusen: I know you've been in a bad mood lately, but you don't have to be so impulsive when you do things, what does that emperor have to do with you, you take your own future to offend Du Jian, are you crazy? Hurry up and delete Weibo!

She silently blacked out Qi Yusen's phone.

The company's boss sent a WeChat message to ask her: Are you crazy?

Reprimand, with complete incomprehension.

She didn't understand, even if Du Jian was a big director, she just expressed her support for the emperor, and she didn't say that Du Jian was half bad, why everyone was so nervous.

The question crossed through his mind, and Ke bit his lower lip slightly.

She knows why.

Support for the emperor can be at any time, but it should not be issued at this juncture.

Thinking that he might not receive any announcements in the future, variety shows, or even film appointments, and the film industry didn't want to step into it again, Ke Weiwei's palms were still a little trembling.

She just started to become popular when she debuted, and everything is developing in a good direction, and now it may be ruined.

In the future, will you really not be able to gain a foothold?

The circles under my eyes couldn't help but start to redden, because I was scared.

But why, even if you want to cry, you don't regret it?

She curled herself under the covers, letting the messages of her phone ring constantly.

In the haze of tears, she suddenly saw a familiar name pop up.

She suddenly shrank in her heart and opened WeChat, however, the person she supported did not send her a message.

Keep scrolling down, and there is no news.

She even pulled his name and clicked in, and the message was still after the last chat.

Presumably hallucinations.

Ke Weiwei couldn't tell what he felt in his heart, but he just felt astringent.

Some sad dull aches.

Although the boy is beautiful, his temperament is also lonely and cold.

Maybe he was just a stranger in his eyes.

Although I support it, it's no different from those fans.

She slid her phone down, and the information on Weibo jumped out even more outrageous, almost making Ke Weiwei unable to see clearly.

She was bored for a moment before clicking in.

There are almost as many comforting and abusive comments, half and half of them jump out, and they feel spicy at a glance.

After all, Ke Weiwei has been a star for so long, and she can't see those scolding people, and she can barely calm down.

She habitually poked into the emperor's Weibo, but was stunned to see that her latest news interface forwarded a message.

The news was hers.

The emperor forwarded @Ke Weiwei V: / Touch your head

It was an automatic expression of the system, but the moment he saw that expression, Ke Weiwei suddenly thought of the picture of himself being touched by a cold and elegant young man.

In an instant, Ke was slightly excited, and all the tears and grievances were taken back.

Jumping out of bed.

The future of going to TM, the old lady doesn't want it!