The Slag Gong wants to Kill me - Chapter 18

I have to say that the acting power of the Emperor is really beyond my imagination. Just that night, Zhuma ’s agent came out and explained that the film emperor has no relationship with Zhuma. This is equivalent to vetoing Zhuma ’s remarks on Weibo a few days ago, which is equivalent to hitting his own face fiercely. a slap.

Want to come is the film emperor gave the recording pen to Zhu Ma listen.

For a while, people were talking.

Movie fans and fans of Zhuma began to quarrel again. This time I deliberately bought the sailor to point to the cause of this statement. I asked the sailor to bring up the bamboo horse and my husband’s various unnatural actions in public, and then they broke up. The public outcry of the incident led public opinion.

I believe that man is an advanced animal that can think. Psychologically, people are more willing to believe their own conclusions than others tell them because of some kind of rebellious psychology. As long as they think a little bit, they can reach the conclusion that I deliberately guided.

Sure enough, soon after, some people made comments and cursed the bamboo horse. They thought that the bamboo horse had given the film emperor a green hat, but they did not dare admit it.

My husband soon became thunderous again, his dark circles were heavy again, and his face was obviously tired, and he began not to go home for dinner for a long time, and every time he came back, it was almost early morning. Socializing.

I know he must be in the cold war with Zhuma again, in order to add a fire, and also to let my husband go to bed with his Zhuma horse quickly, every time he returns, I will replace his calming drugs, I know He is about to die. He has recently increased his breathing frequency, slowed his stride, and noticed insomnia. His appetite is increasing, but his weight has dropped a lot.

It’s all the same as the mouse I used to experiment.

I think I should find a chance to dispose of his pillbox.

My editor friend B told me that recently my husband was putting pressure on the media to ask them to delete unfavorable comments on the website. He said that, but his eyes were staring at me.

Instead of answering him, I changed the subject.

I told him with some frustration that I had recently found two very interesting robines, but they seemed to be dying.

B comforted me: “If you like the robin, I’ll send you some next time.”

I shook my head and told him not to use it. I asked him if he remembered when we first met.

B nodded and said with a smile: “Remember. I remember you also said that you were a human observer at that time, it really scared me. Then I knew you were a writer.”

I told him that it was the second disease.

That being said, I actually looked for the subject of observation.

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Before those sites had time to delete their comments, another even more explosive thing happened.