C13 Self-righteous Maturity

Jee Yuanzhi had an impression of him. This ID was "Yu Mi Hua." He had been supporting him ever since he debuted. He also frequently flipped his cards, which made him surprised. Yeah, this iron fan, he's actually starting to fan the CP too?

Yu Mi Hua? My God. The old fan felt that after being single for so many years, there was no scandal, and he was always worried. "Now it's actually Soong Han... I keep feeling that as an old fan, Ji Gou has been hiding it from me for many years. Dog head.

Dog Ji is a favorite name for Jee Yuanzhi. Jee Yuanzhi once claimed to be the dream of 900 million young men.

I really am not the comment from A'Ci to Yu Mi Hua. "Since you are an old fan, how can you say such things?

In less than five minutes, Jee Yuanzhi felt the strength of his own fans for the first time. He was an expert when it came to criticizing him. Some said that he was an expert. Some supported him.

Jee Yuanzhi grabbed the yellow peach yogurt from the bed and took a deep breath. What was this and what was it? In the afterglow, the annoying Soong Han had already fallen asleep. His back was facing him.

He tried his best to move carefully. He wiped his hands and sat up. His slender and fair hands continued to type on the keyboard. Tonight could be said to be a sleepless night. He would personally confront his fans.

When he was angry, he even said, "You're not him. How do you know his thoughts and actions?

Of course, his fans would treat him with kindness. Dog Ji was unable to say: I really am him!

Today, he promised his fans that he would put on a selfie and temporarily put aside what he was doing. He logged on and randomly selected a photo from the album. After sending it out, he yawned and closed his computer.

The next morning, he was woken up by Adi.

"F * ck, why are you calling me so early? Haven't you started taking photos yet?" Jee Yuanzhi rubbed his swollen eyes and stared at Adi in a daze. He was annoyed. He pulled his long legs and changed his head to sleep with the blanket in his arms.

Adi was so anxious that he felt like he had blown up a temple. "Oh my god! My ancestors! You are still in the mood to sleep, don't you know what has happened?"

Jee Yuanzhi snorted and opened his eyes slightly. "What happened? Soong Han is dead?"

Soong Han had just finished his breakfast. He came in with a plate of plates and heard Jee Yuanzhi's words. ...

Soong Han signaled Adi not to be anxious. He waved his hand and sat on the bed in front of Jee Yuanzhi. A cold voice said, "I'm not dead. Your trumpet has been stolen."

"Ah?" Jee Yuanzhi's body, which was almost all-nighter, told him that he was still very sleepy. The shock and panic he felt when he heard those words made him take the tablet and look at it carefully. His thin lips opened slightly.

"Jee Yuanzhi's account was exposed because he posted a selfie Weibo in the morning. Has there been a screenshot of an overheated comment by a fan whose profile picture matched Jee Yuanzhi's selfie..."

With a whoosh, Jee Yuanzhi felt like he had been splashed with cold water. He was so clear-headed that he could not be more clear-headed.

Soong Han continued, "You are too careless. Even if it was your account, your profile picture could not have been taken earlier than your selfie time. Your profile picture was taken at home. It is impossible to say that it was a return picture of a fan. How should I explain it?"

Jee Yuanzhi had a lot of traffic. A small matter could be magnified countless times. Naturally, he did not feel wronged. Since he enjoyed the glory and money others did not have, it was natural for him to accept this.

For many years, he had been cautious and had thought that he could control his emotions. When he met Soong Han, his thinking rhythm, his maturity and calmness, and his style of doing things were all messed up.