Chapter 53

She specially went to the hotel upstairs to make a fragrance massage after the sympathy of micro-blog.

The purpose is to have a look at Ying Zijin's miserable state after the body is relieved.

Ying Luwei raises a smile on her lips and moves her finger to the news column.

As she expected, there were a lot of comments and private letters.

But when Ying Luwei opened it, her expression changed.

Because there is no one to comfort her, it's all satire.

[the White Lotus Award is for you. What brand of plastic bag do you have. 】

[I envy the skin on your face. It's so well maintained. 】

[it's a pity that you don't want to be a cook because you're so good at throwing the pot and seducing your niece with a picture. 】

[I'm afraid that you can't watch the video even if you're not connected to the Internet. I'll send it to you specially, but don't say you haven't seen it again. [Video]]

Ying Luwei frowns and opens the video.

Only a few seconds later, her eyes widened and her face turned pale.

No way!

She has asked Mr. Allen to erase the surveillance. Where does this video come from?

Ying Luwei looks up the changes on Weibo in a hurry for two hours. After watching it, the whole person can't believe it.

Ying Zijin actually has monitoring in hand!

It took so long to send it out, on purpose?

Ying Luwei immediately called Allen, gritted her teeth and said, "you said it's absolutely impossible for someone to recover the monitoring? Why does the other party have surveillance? "

If she is not sure Ying Zijin has no way to clarify, how can she send that sell miserable micro blog?

Allen has been on a cruise ship to o island by this time.

Naturally, it is impossible to know what happened on the Internet.

Hearing this, he was stunned and immediately said, "of course, it's impossible. No one in China has hacker technology above me."

"Am I blind?" Ying Lu Wei is so angry that she says, "do you cheat money?"

Alan just hung up the phone with a sneer.

Sure enough, they are from a small place. They have no vision at all.

Restore the surveillance he erased?

Except for the top anonymous hackers.

How is that possible?

Can someone please move them in China?

Even he, who has been in the anonymous hacker alliance for five years, is qualified to meet these people.

It's ridiculous.

Alan gave a sneer and got off the boat with his briefcase.

**

in the hotel.

Ying Luwei looks at her mobile phone in a daze, sweating all over.

The agent pushed the door in, his face was ugly: "Luwei, I have said, don't trust outsiders, it's too difficult to clean up now."

He threw his cell phone to her and said, "look at it for yourself!"

On the screen is a long microblog.

Ying Luwei knows the microblog ID, which is a loyal fan of her.

This fan will go to every performance of her, send her gifts on holidays, and often spend more than 100000 yuan to buy her piano album.

Although, these hundred thousand even she did not buy a small amount of cosmetics every month.

[@ Luwei's Piano: when the picture came out yesterday, I said to you, please calm down first.

But no one listens to me, and even many fans let the anti black station hang me up. Have you seen today's reversal? Isn't the last lesson enough?

And Lu Wei's Micro blog, I think she is deliberately using us. Sorry, maybe I'm too sensitive, but I really can't go on. I just feel that my true feelings in recent years have fed the dog. Let's say goodbye here. 】

in just a few minutes, many of Chaohua's fans have taken off their fans.

There are a lot of back stepping, are calling her "white lotus", cheating fans.

Ying Luwei's hand shakes and her mobile phone falls to the ground, making her face even whiter.

"Did I tell you that? There's too much chaos in the entertainment industry. You stand high today and you fall down tomorrow. " The agent pressed his temple wearily. "If you want traffic and fans, you have to be careful."

He hesitated for a moment and asked the question that he had been puzzled: "Luwei, why are you so anxious to press your fake niece to death? Where does she threaten you? "

Is it difficult to

Ying Luwei can't listen to anything, and her unprecedented fear comes to her mind, which reminds her of what happened a long time ago.

No, No.

She picked up the mobile phone shaking: "Hello, Moyuan, help me, please help me..."

**

this way.

Zhong Manhua just got off the plane, holding the phone, chest ups and downs, angry head almost exploded.

That day, after Jiang Huaping said something to her, she also reflected and thought that she had done something wrong.It's not good to blame Ying Zijin for not making things clear.

But this time?

Can the picture be fake?

Every time she goes to see Xiaoxuan, Ying Zijin won't let her worry.

When Zhong Manhua mentions the bag, he rushes to Qingzhi and arrives at the headmaster's office as soon as possible.

The headmaster is talking with He Li about the international students. When he sees Zhong Manhua rushing in, he is stunned.

Before he spoke, Zhong Manhua stepped forward: "headmaster, I'm really sorry. I'll go through the drop out procedure for my child."

The principal was stunned.

"We didn't expect that either." Zhong Manhua is biting her teeth. She is so embarrassed that she can hardly lift her head. "Dropping out of school is the best decision. It's good for the youth and the children. Headmaster, you see..."

Before he finished, the door of the office was kicked open.

At the door, Ying Zijin put his hands in his pocket and looked at her indifferently.

The temperature drops suddenly and it's freezing.

When Zhong Manhua saw the girl, he tried to soften his tone and said gently: "Zijin, don't worry. Your mother will drop you out of school and send you abroad. After a few years, things will be over. Will you come back again?"

"Mrs. Ying, I've got the wrong person." Ying Zijin raised his eyelashes, no emotion, "I have nothing to do with you, you are not qualified to manage me."

She tilted her head: "headmaster, can't she manage my student status?"

The headmaster nodded: "yes, I can't manage it. Mr. Zhong said..."

A word is like a slap.

Zhong Manhua squeezed the bag in his hand.

In front of the outsider's face, she only felt that her face had no light, so hot that she hurt: "Zijin, what do you say? Mom, this is for you. Mom can't watch you being scolded by those people, can you? Or drop out... "

"Wait, wait." The headmaster had to interrupt Zhong Manhua, "Mrs. Ying, didn't you read the latest microblog?"

Zhong Manhua was stunned.

What?

Looking at her expression, the headmaster knew that she didn't know. He shook his head: "I happen to have one here, Mrs. Ying. You'd better come and have a look."

With that, he put the computer in front of her.

After several tens of seconds, the video will be finished soon.

Zhong Manhua's body was stiff, as if he had been punched face to face, and even the blood color on his lips faded completely.

She could not help but step back, some dare not look up at the girl.

Ying Zijin ignored her, nodded to the headmaster, and then put a printed chat record on the table.

"Ying Luwei" is on it.