We can't use the name of floating life, so Song Ci had to use its real name.

Fortunately, the name of Song Ci was not occupied, so Song Ci successfully changed its nickname.

"By the way, you have a microblog. We are related to each other." Song Ci raised his arm and stabbed Churong in the waist.

"OK, what's your microblog name?!" Chu Rong held his mobile phone and felt that the position stabbed by Song Ci in his waist itched strangely.

"Because the game name was occupied, so I had to use my own name." Song Ci said this in a regretful tone.

But now that the matter is over, there is no way.

Chu Rong entered the name of Song Ci in the search bar, and then pressed the search button.

Soon found the microblog of Song Ci.

"All right." without hesitation, he clicked "follow". Chu Rong's microblog number finally changed from 0 to 1.

As soon as Chu Rong's words fell, Song Ci's mobile phone rang a prompt tone.

Song cigang's registered microblog and other tips have not been set up.

So now it's all the default mode, and the prompt tone is the same.

Song Ci found his first fan, Chu Rong.

Similarly, after clicking the attention, Song Ci felt that she should improve her microblog information.

Chu Rong naturally has no opinion about this.

He had misunderstood a wave of Song Ci before, and he felt very embarrassed.

Therefore, when Song Ci improved the data, Chu Rong put down his mobile phone and silently made live broadcast software.

They were immersed in their own world and completely forgot the microblog event they picked up.

At this moment, a group of people in the group are crying for mutual help.

Chu Rong didn't see these words in the group crying for mutual relations for a long time.

But Chu Rong, who saw these words, really looked at it.

As a good boyfriend, Chu Rong thinks that one person in his attention column is enough.

However, Chu Rong looked at Song Ci staring at his mobile phone and wanted him not to pay attention to others, but he didn't know how to speak when looking at Song Ci's exquisite side face.

"What's the matter? Keep staring at me?" although Song Ci's eyes were staring at her mobile phone, she could still feel one side staring at her.

However, I brush my microblog to some sort of Song Ci that classifies rainbow or pure love comics. I'm looking at it vigorously at the moment, so I don't have time to go back and ask directly.

"Nothing." Chu Rong shook his head and said nothing.

In fact, this requirement is not necessary. It's better to forget it.

Seeing Chu Rong's attitude, Song Ci felt that it was wrong.

At this moment, he finally turned his head and looked at Chu Rong. He didn't find anything wrong with Chu Rong.

However, it's the same thing not to find out, but Chu Rong was wrong just now.

Therefore, Song Ci moved to Chu Rong's side, close to the thief, and asked mysteriously, "is it really all right?"

Chu Rong smiled and nodded.

Song Ci suddenly sat up straight, then raised his hand and hugged Chu Rong's neck from the side. He said impolitely, "I don't believe it."

Song Ci is not a fool. Chu Rong is obviously wrong. How could she give up asking the truth because of Chu Rong's duplicity.

Therefore, Song Ci is also more vigorous. It has to pester Chu Rong to say it.

"It's really all right." Chu Rong stretched out his hand and grabbed Song Ci's shoulder. It's really dangerous for the other party. If he fell to the ground, he would get hurt.