Chapter 230
Chapter 230
Xu Yuankong curiously flipped through several pages in a row, and saw a somewhat familiar id from the unsightly scolding battle.
Isn't this...the boss' daughter? !
He was so startled that he almost dropped his phone, and a ridiculous thought suddenly popped up in his heart.
The boss's daughter is actually his brain-dead fan, it seems that the saying "serve" with "color" is not completely nonsense hahaha-peh pee!What a mess, she is still a little girl, okay?
Xu Yuankong shook his head, correcting his thoughts on the core values of socialism.
He is quite proud that he won his first fan because of Cai Wenji.
Thinking of this, he finally felt better, and went to see Duke Zhou refreshed after posting a Weibo on his trumpet account.
The room opposite him was still brightly lit at the moment, Tang Huaiye's phone suddenly rang, and a notification appeared from the top of the screen, which came from special attention.
The po owner is super handsome: I am very satisfied to find that there are still beautiful things in this miserable world.
Tang Huaiye's eyes turned cold, this guy, how could he be obedient?Really promising.
He changed his mind, cut out from WeChat, browsed the comments under Xu Yuankong's large account, and immediately understood what happened.
A fan makes him so happy?promising.
Thinking of this, Tang Huaiye also joined in for the first time, and began to reply to those sunspots that he usually didn't even bother to look at.
He was busy and serious, and the person he posted on WeChat was not happy.
[Hey, hello, where are you? 】
[Is the half-talk about helping you hack this ip count? 】
[You don't want to bargain in this way, do you!Shameless? 】
【Let me tell you, you don't even look at the status of my young master. If it weren't for my past friendship, I wouldn't be willing to do such a trivial matter at all!One needs to know how to be grateful, understand? ! 】
Tang Huaiye glanced indifferently at the non-stop WeChat, snorted, and continued to focus on the anti-criminal cause.
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When he woke up, Xu Yuankong, who didn't even know that he had been exposed by stealing Weibo, left the matter of being hacked behind him, and went out refreshed.
He stuffed something casually and regarded it as having eaten breakfast, and rushed to the training room non-stop, preparing for a new round of training.
Open the door, teammates have already arrived, Xu Yuankong greeted everyone with a smile, "Morning, everyone!"
Everyone else responded to him one after another, but Tang Huaiye just glanced at him lightly, without any emotion.
Xu Yuankong suddenly felt guilty, Ye Shen didn't seem to be in a very good mood, could it be that he exposed himself?
Impossible, not to mention that Ye Shen himself is very indifferent to things like social platforms, and it is rare to post a Weibo in ten thousand years—Xu Yuankong even doubts whether he can remember his password, but he uses it very carefully. After using the trumpet, Ye Shen couldn't find out the online record of his trumpet.
He must be overthinking, Xu Yuankong comforted himself like this, and went around in front of Tang Huaiye, and took the initiative to talk to him.
"Ye Shen, who are we going to play against today in the training match?"
"Ask the manager and coach, I don't know." Tang Huaiye replied lightly.
Although his tone is always emotionless, Xu Yuankong can always recognize his true mood.
Night God is really not happy.
He thought bitterly, and suddenly felt a lot of pressure.
Wu Ding'an, who had been silent all this time, was very surprised. This guy can still laugh?
Could it be...he doesn't know anything about the Internet?
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