"We -" those girls stopped and looked at him shamefully. They had been organizing a lot of languages outside. They really saw people but didn't know what to say.

Ling Jue frowned. "Are you here because of the social software video?"

"Is the video on Weibo what my brother said?"

"Well." What Feng Yulin said seems to be this thing.

"Yes, my little brother is so handsome. She is so kind to help the old mother-in-law. That girl is so bad. What she said is so bad."

"Yes, don't mind, little brother. That kind of person deserves to ride a bicycle all his life."

"Little brother, do you have a micro blog? Let's powder each other. "

" little brother... "

“……”

Lingjue is surrounded by a group of girls, which makes her a little fidgety. She explains in a low voice, "you understand wrong. It's my grandma."

"Ah? Your grandmother? "

"It turns out you are in this relationship."

"That little brother, if other old women fall down, will you help them?"

“……”

The crowd was silent, waiting for his next answer.

"No." Lingjue spits out two words coldly, "now, you can go."

"Ah?"

"Why is that so?"

"This little brother is so cold hearted."

"Yes..."

A lot of girls are sad. Why is it different from what they think?

This little brother looks so handsome. He thought he was a kind-hearted little brother. He just wanted to help his grandmother.

For a moment, lingjue's words were recorded by someone who wanted to.

The comment also said that he was cold hearted and obviously pretty, but he had no kindness at all.

How much the last micro blog praised him, how much this one belittled him.

Ling Jue left in a daze.

After a while, I went on a hot search again. The last one was "super handsome little brother is eager to save people"

this one was "super handsome little brother is cold-blooded".

It has to be said that the ability of the Internet Keyboard man is very powerful. As long as someone becomes popular, it's as bad as wanting someone to fall off the cloud immediately.

There are so many just people on the Internet. I don't know if they don't or don't live in reality.

When the old man fell down, there were many onlookers, but no one came to help.

When Ling Jue bought a bowl of wonton stew and went back to the hospital, the onlookers had already left.

She went straight into the hospital. It was just an episode for her, and it would not affect her life at all.

When pushing the door into the ward, grandma was leaning on the pillow and looking at the sketch. The characters in the sketch made the audience laugh hard.

Grandma also smiled happily, pale face more than a little red.

"Is xiaojue back?" Grandma smiled at her and said, "come and sit."

"I bought the wonton stew you said. It's still hot." Lingjue moved the small table to the bedside, opened the packing box, and the fragrant wonton stew instantly sent out the flavor.

"It's hard for me." Grandma smiled, put down the remote control in her hand, picked up the chopsticks and began to eat.

Lingjue is sitting next to her in obscurity. Mouguang has been watching her

"it's really good. Xiaojue bought extra delicious food." She looked up at her with a doting light in her eyes.

Ling Jue moved her lips and said nothing.

After grandma finished eating, the TV skit was over, and a few girls were dancing and singing.

She suddenly smiled, "if our little Jue can become a star, it must be the most shining star."