Chapter 31

Jian Xiaoge couldn't believe her eyes, there were more than a thousand text messages, and if she opened a text message at random, her broken mobile phone was forced to shut down.

In the end, she had no choice but to give up, and asked Qingqing to complain if she had some mobile phone virus, why did all her classmates in elementary school, middle school, high school, high school and college send her text messages?

Qingqing seemed very calm, but passed her mobile phone page to Jian Xiaoge for her to read by herself.

When Jian Xiaoge saw it, she almost bit her tongue.

"Being pregnant before you get married, how hard is it for the poor people to deal with the wealthy sons?"

"The girl who married into the Lu family was still on Xiao Ruyue's bed yesterday!"

"Cheating, disguising identity, climbing onto the president's bed, Jian Xiaoge will teach you the trilogy of scheming."

Jian Xiaoge looked at these topics, then turned around to look at Qingqing beside her, and couldn't help opening her eyes wide. She was so excited that she didn't know what to say...

It took a long time to squeeze out a sentence, "I'll go!"

"They can make it up! It's all written by me?"

Qingqing gave a smile that you guessed right, turned around and poured a glass of milk for Jian Xiaoge to shock her.

Jian Xiaoge was still shocked, she wasn't shocked at all now, she quickly browsed through the news, and after knowing the ins and outs, only anger was left!

"It's like people are walking on the road, and the blame comes from the sky, Qingqing, why do you think people who make up these messy news want to slander me so much?"

"Because you are going to marry Lu Zexiao."

Qingqing directly told Jian Xiaoge the answer.

Jian Xiaoge still couldn't accept it, so she read the news again masochistically.

All these news were first revealed by a Weibo at twelve o'clock in the evening. It was said that a Cinderella was going to marry Lu Zexiao.

After that, some of the netizens below said who it might be, and Jian Xiaoge was the human flesh.

After that, a bunch of messy news took advantage of the middle of the night to spring up like mushrooms after rain.

It also became the situation that Jian Xiaoge saw at this time.

Just when Jian Xiaoge was about to go shirtless to confront the netizens on Weibo, Jian Xiaoge's cell phone rang again suddenly, it was Lu Zexiao.

She saw Lu Zexiao's name flashing on it, and hurriedly pressed to answer.

Unfortunately, insufficient memory, too many SMS bombardments, the screen freezes again, and then freezes and shuts down.

It doesn't matter now, not only is the card turned off, but no matter how hard she tries, the phone won't turn on, and it's completely turned into a brick.

Jian Xiaoge was speechless, she was already angry enough staring at her "brick", but now she was even more angry.

Fortunately, Lu Zexiao's mobile phone number has many 6s and many 8s, which is very easy to remember. Jian Xiaoge remembered it, so she had to borrow Qingqing's mobile phone to call Lu Zexiao.

When the phone was connected, Lu Zexiao's cold and distant voice came over, "Who is there?"

"I, Jane Xiaoge."

Jian Xiaoge said eagerly, "My phone is stuck and I can't turn it on, so I can only use Qingqing's phone to call you."

"Ahem, I want to ask you, did you call me just now?"

"I have a shareholder meeting at 10:30, go to the TV station for an interview at 11:00, go to a charity meeting at 2:30 pm, and have a charity dinner at 8:00 pm. Video conference at 11:00 pm."

"I don't care about your schedule."

Jian Xiaoge didn't realize the point of what Lu Zexiao wanted to say at all.

"We are getting married by agreement, you don't need to report the itinerary to me."

Even Jian Xiaoge explained it to Lu Zexiao.

Lu Zexiao's voice was indifferent and alienated, "I mean, if Ms. Jian wants to discuss the content of the prenuptial agreement with me, there is only half an hour between ten o'clock and half past ten o'clock. Moreover, Ms. Jane is required to arrive at my office at ten o'clock. company."

"Ah?" Jian Xiaoge hurriedly looked up at the clock on the wall.

Nine fifty!