After Being Bent by Reader

Xu Chuanchuan just went to the refrigerator to get yogurt. When I came back, I saw that the group was like a frying pan.

-You are greatly despised 2333

—It’s okay, baby poetry doesn’t want you, I want you!

—Why is it stupid, it's so cute, so cute, I love you so much [Blow kiss]

—Does Shi Baobao have a girlfriend?

…

Don’t you want them to molest passers-by in poetry? Why did you get it on your head?

Xu Chuanchuan was confused, and scrolled through the chat history with the mouse, and found that it was a sentence from a passerby poem that caused the commotion.

She almost vomited milk, the first sentence of this passerby poem into the group dissed her!

What is stupid and dumb? People who know her praise her as soft and cute, but not a hobby! Eat a lot...that's because she consumes too much! She goes to work from nine in the morning to five in the evening, and she has to be exhausted to code words when she comes back. Is it easy for her?

It's too much, no, she has to fight back.

But how do you reverse it? Somehow someone threw himself such a thunder, it's all money...

Hey, food and clothing parents, how can one say that offending is offending? Forget it, Shinobu is calm for a while, just take it as this arrogant local tyrant's unique way of loving her.

Xu Chuanchuan took a mouthful of the yogurt contentedly, dangling his fingers over the keyboard, his smile slowly solidified on his mouth without waiting for a knock.

How did passerby know that she could eat it?

Regarding eating, Xu Chuanchuan first thought about the situation of eating Mala Tang with Murong Shi a few hours ago. The more she thought about it, the more strange it became.

At that time, there were so many places to eat on the street, why did Murong Shi choose that Mala Tang? Is it really just because of Xu Xiangxiang's words?

During the meal, it was obvious that Murong Shi had a poor appetite, and only took a few bites, and the rest went into Xu Chuanchuan's stomach. Isn't this just to prove that she can eat?

Also, before passerby poems were added to the group, the content of their private messaging chats on Weibo could also be seen. Passerby said that she went on a business trip in those few days. It happened that Xu Chuanchuan did not see Murong Shi in the company in those few days. Is this just a coincidence?

There are no poems, passers-by poems, or Murong poems in the young girl's feelings. The key is the word "poem".

With all the doubts and all the previous guesses combined, Xu Chuanchuan began to doubt himself again.

The group is still chatting in full swing, many people are @ her, but Xu Chuanchuan has no intention of making jokes with everyone. She sucked all the remaining yogurt into her mouth in one breath, and the cool and smooth semi-solid went down the throat into the esophagus, her mind calmed a little.

She clicked on the QQ data of Passerby Poetry, looked at it, and was stunned.

Female, 16 years old, Sagittarius, H city.

This...it doesn't match up except gender.

At first glance, the information on the data card is fake, but it is excusable. Many people are reluctant to fill in real personal information on the Internet. Even Xu Chuanchuan's own data card is scribbled.

The only thing that can be assured is that passer-by poetry is definitely not sixteen years old. She is still in high school at this age. How could she, a person who has not been out of society and has no independent financial ability, has so much spare money to invest so much deep water for herself?

Besides, if passers-by poetry is really a minor, isn't she a sinner? Spreading obscene, obscene, **** and **** content to underage girls... Damn, it's scary to think about it.

The data card can't be counted on, maybe there is some secret in the space.

Xu Chuanchuan didn’t want to give up like that, she secretly rubbed the passerby poem data card with a yellow star sign—

Was intercepted...

The other party has set to prohibit strangers from viewing...

Can this stump her? Want to be beautiful! Xu Chuanchuan is an indomitable Taurus girl. She takes a deep breath, places the cursor on the name of the passerby's poem, right-clicks, and adds the other person as a friend.

Verification question: "Why add me?"

Xu Chuanchuan cheered and typed: "Because I like you~"

Waited a few seconds.

Unexpectedly, she was rejected...

Is it so tightly protected, isn't it a purpose to prevent something? Xu Chuanchuan became more suspicious.

In a daze, the head in the lower right corner flashes. Xu Chuanchuan's thoughts were retracted, and he clicked to take a look, and he was taken aback.

Someone chats with her privately in a group.

Passerby poem: "What do you want to do?"

Suddenly there was a guilty conscience of stealing something and being caught on the spot, Xu Chuanchuan deliberately slowed down the speed of typing: "It is convenient to chat after adding friends..."

Passerby poem: "Why peek at my space?"

Xu Chuanchuan stubbornly replied: "Curious, I want to see if there are any beautiful photos [shy]"

Passerby poem: "I will not show it to you."

To cover up is definitely to cover up.

Xu Chuanchuan: "Why?"

Passerby poem: "Why should I show you such a private space? If my girlfriend knows about it, I must be killed."

Xu Chuanchuan was stunned. Is it really that he thinks too much? Everyone in the company knows that Murong Shi has a boyfriend, and she has seen it with her own eyes. But this passerby poem is obviously a lesbian.

Is there a possibility that this passerby poem is actually lying to her from head to toe?

Xu Chuanchuan fell into a state of self-entanglement for a while, and she was still uneasy.

Xu Chuanchuan: "How do you know how much I eat?" The information can be compiled, depending on how she compiles it.

Passerby Poem: "Look at your Weibo to know."

Xu Chuanchuan: "...Which of my Weibo..."

Passerby poem: "I can eat ten chicken wings, a bag of French fries, and a cup at a time. Isn't that edible?"

Xu Chuanchuan: "..."

Xu Chuanchuan was completely speechless this time. She did post a Weibo like that...that happened to be the first time she saw Murong Shi. That day she went to KFC to eat fried chicken by herself. The food was just on the table, and before she started eating, she took photos with her mobile phone and posted it on Weibo.

All the doubts seemed to be overturned by passerby poems, but Xu Chuanchuan still felt a little weird.

She couldn't hold back her face to think about the other party asking for a photo. Even if it was about to arrive, how could she make sure that the photo was not a passerby poem using someone else's to lie to her?

Thinking like walking into a dead end, Xu Chuanchuan put his hands on his cheeks, staring at the chat page between her and passersby, and sighed.

Low EQ is a flaw, and it seems that I am not suitable for being a detective.

For a long time, her fingers moved slightly.

Xu Chuanchuan: "Since you have a girlfriend, wouldn't she be jealous if you cast so much deep water for me?"

Passerby poem: "Why should she be jealous?"

Uh, it seems that the way of asking is not right, try again.

"I mean, you cast so much deep water for me, then she..." Before the word was finished, there was a line of text in front of her.

Passerby poem: "I don't like you, why should she be jealous?"

Xu Chuanchuan: "Don't like me? Then why do you cast so much deep water for me? [Shocked]"

The news was sent out in a hurry, Xu Chuanchuan felt that the sentence was ambiguous and wanted to add some explanation.

Passerby poem: "If you have too much money, there is no place to spend."

Xu Chuanchuan: "..." I was shocked, too lazy to explain.

Passerby poem: "I checked my household registration for the second time, what are your intentions?"

Xu Chuanchuan: "..." A guilty conscience bit the straw.

Passerby Poem: "Isn't it kind to soak your own readers?"

Xu Chuanchuan: "..."

Without flirting, how could she become soliciting readers? ? ? ! !

Xu Chuanchuan's fingers fluttered quickly, and he typed wrong words several times in a hurry. She deleted, modified, and finally replaced those dispensable explanations with three concise words.

Xu Chuanchuan: "I don't have one!!"

Passerby poetry never returned to her.

Xu Chuanchuan didn't dare to harass anymore, lest he be charged with "soaking readers" again.

How do you say that? The first one is cheap. Who made her think about it and test it out without a basis...

Xu Chuanchuan wanted to cry without tears, his chest was suffocated, and there was nowhere to vent. Suddenly there was a cramp in her abdomen, and she rushed into the bathroom holding her belly.

ten minutes later.

Xu Chuanchuan dragged her numb legs out. Regardless of the crowd, she turned off the computer. Almost the moment she fell on the bed, the news of An Ji came over.

An Ji: "This passerby poem is that passerby A? [Picture]"

The screenshot content is Murong Shi's words that dissed her after joining the group. Xu Chuanchuan saw that his stomach became more uncomfortable, and he rolled around with the quilt.

Xu Chuanchuan: "Yeah."

An Ji: "Tsk, speak more arrogantly than I am."

There are even more arrogant ones.

Xu Chuanchuan: "Have you finished coding?"

An Ji: "Just over."

Xu Chuanchuan: "Show you this [picture]"

She posted the content of the private chat with passers-by. After An Ji finished reading the passer-by's poem, she reacted like the passerby's poem: "I didn't understand what you want to do.

Xu Chuanchuan changed a more comfortable posture, enduring the pain of tumbling inside his stomach, and told her about the process of asking Murong Shi to eat spicy spicy soup today.

An Ji: "So you still suspect that this passerby poem is your boss's daughter?"

Xu Chuanchuan: "Don't you think there are a lot of doubts? And so many coincidences."

An Ji: "I think you think too much."

Xu Chuanchuan: "..."

When she first doubted Murong Shi, Xu Chuanchuan felt that her thoughts were absurd. She guessed and was overthrown again and again, and she also felt that she was thinking too much. However, instinct always tells her that this passerby poetry seems to know her.

Of course, she also knows that intuition cannot be a basis.

An Ji: "From the point of view of the chat content, if it is me, I will also think that you are plotting wrong."

Xu Chuanchuan was silent. She did it for temptation, and she couldn't quibble at this point, but she didn't expect passerby poetry to misunderstand that she wanted to soak her.

An Ji: "This person is right, Xiao Tang'er, don't mess around like oranges."

Xu Chuanchuan: "What's the mess?"

An Ji: "Sleeping Readers!"

Xu Chuanchuan: "...Please be straight."

An Ji: "Single dog for twenty-five years, are you sure?"

Xu Chuanchuan: "..."

An Ji: "Seriously, you are always talking about your boss's daughter in front of me, guessing and guessing, as if you wish this passerby poem was your boss's daughter. Wouldn't you really look at others, right?"

Xu Chuanchuan: "Which one do you like?"

An Ji: "Your boss's daughter."

Xu Chuanchuan: "Impossible! I am straight!"

An Ji: "Okay, don't emphasize it, anyway, you promised me, you have to find me if you bend, you are mine!"

Xu Chuanchuan: "..."

In this romantic day, Xu Chuanchuan was full of grievances, endured intra-abdominal cramps, holding his mobile phone to watch the lovers in the circle of friends show affection, sad and wanting to cry.

She raised her phone, took a picture of her own decay, and sent it to Moments with the text: "No matter how delicious the spicy soup is, you can't eat more, diarrhea and collapse [crying]"

Fortunately, the readers are all little angels, and everyone is very motivated to leave comments and cast a lot of thunder on her. In addition to passerby poems, another reader cast deep water for her.

Reader's nickname: I love hot pot.

Thunder Declaration: I love you, Xiao Tanger, be my girlfriend!

From this glance, I knew that this was an Anji trumpet, and Xu Chuanchuan was also very helpless about it.

…

It was half past ten at night.

After watching two episodes of TV series, Murong Mingshu turned off the TV and was going to bed.

Aunt Lian winked her.

Murong Mingshu turned to look at Murong Shi, who was lying motionless on the sofa holding her mobile phone, and reminded her: "Little Shi, it's time to go to bed."

Murong Shi raised his head: "Okay."

Aunt Lian looked at her with a smile: "Why is Xiao Shi so fascinated? Seeing you holding a cell phone and laughing all the time, are you chatting with Shaohua?"

Murong Shi was startled. Is she smiling?

She tightened the corners of her mouth, then pulled out a smile and said, "It's not Aunt Lian."

"Who else could it be Shaohua? I haven't seen him for so long. Do you have a picture of him on your phone? Can you show me?"

Jiang Shaohua's photo... Murong Shi really doesn't have it.

She can only honestly confess: "Sorry, Aunt Lian, I don't have a photo of him."

Aunt Lian was puzzled: "Isn't he your boyfriend? You don't usually take pictures?"

Murong Shi said in a relaxed tone: "Yes, I don't like taking pictures very much."

Aunt Lian regretted: "Such a beautiful girl doesn't like taking pictures. But this Shaohua is also true. He doesn't send you flowers on days like this. He also invites you to eat those unhygienic mala Tangs. friend."

Murong Shi was silent. She is to blame for this. In order to cope with the inquiries from the family, she brought Jiang Shaohua to the pot. Now listening to Aunt Lian's nagging, she feels sorry for him and said, "I want to eat it myself."

Aunt Lian didn't want to do it, frowned, and said, "If you really want to eat it, I will make it for you at home. The things outside here are not clean."

Murong Shi smiled and said: "I know, I actually rarely eat out."

Murong Mingshu interrupted: "Then you are in the company, what do you usually eat?"

"Order takeaway."

Aunt Lian patted her thigh and said, "Oh, how can you eat more takeaway! That's not healthy. I will cook lunch one hour in advance, and let it be delivered to you when it is done."

Murong Mingshu echoed: "This is also good."

The two men sang and got together, and Murong Shi didn't even have a chance to refute.

Murong Shi never expected that the first loving lunch in her life was actually delivered by Aunt Lian herself.

Aunt Lian had dark skin and plain clothes. When she told the front desk that she was the nanny of Murong's family, Xu Xiaomei thought it was a liar.

Xu Xiaomei had to make an internal call to the general manager's office to confirm, and heard Murong Shi say: "Yes, it's our aunt, let her come in."

From the boss's wife, Xu Xiaomei didn't dare to slacken off and wanted to lead her in.

The farmer is honest, Aunt Lian grinned, showing white teeth, and said: "Don't be so troublesome, you just have to tell me how to go, and I will go in by myself."

"You go straight inside, Miss Murong is in the general manager's office."

"I see, thank you."

"You're welcome."

Aunt Lian carried a thermos in her hand, walking fast. She wanted to come here in person, mainly because she wanted to see what Murong Mingshu's company looked like. When she met a well-dressed male employee in the corridor, she smiled honestly at the man.

The man looked inexplicable and opened a door.

Aunt Lian saw the three words "Engineering Department" written on the door, and she didn't know what she was doing. Before he could look back, he saw someone come out again, but this time it was a woman.

A young girl in her twenties, with tender skin and full of vigor. Aunt Lian likes this type of girl, and she has aura at first glance. She couldn't help but glance a few more times, but didn't realize that her eyes were too presumptuous.

The person she stared at was uncomfortable: "You are..."

Aunt Lian did not expect that the young girl would take the initiative to strike up a conversation with herself. She once again showed a silly smile and said: "Hello, I'm here to find...Huh, beauty, it's you!"

Xu Chuanchuan looked at Aunt Lian blankly, and smiled dryly: "Do we know each other?"

Aunt Lian freed up a hand to grab her arm, her emotions could not hide her excitement: "Don't you remember? I borrowed your mobile phone for a call half a month ago!"

Borrow cell phone?

Xu Chuanchuan looked closely at the person in front of him. This face was completely unfamiliar, but after she reminded him, Xu Chuanchuan immediately remembered the scene when she and Xu Xiangxiang were stopped by a country aunt for help on the street that day. She suddenly said, "Are you the aunt whose wallet was stolen?"

"It's me! I called you later, saying that I wanted to give you something and you wouldn't want it."

Xu Chuanchuan is still not used to strangers being too enthusiastic to himself, and he smiles openly and says: "It's just a little busy, I am embarrassed to ask for something from you. Are you here to find someone?"

"Yes, I'm here to feed Xiao Shi. Are you working here?"

"Yeah." Xu Chuanchuan thought to himself that there are several Xiaoshi in the company.

Aunt Lian let go of her hand, squeezed the thermos in her hand, and said: "I'm really sorry, I don't have enough things today, next time I bring more, let you **** craft."

Xu Chuanchuan was flattered: "No need, no, auntie, you are too kind."

"I want what I want. I didn't know where you live last time, otherwise I would have gone to your house. Now that I know you work in this company, of course I have to thank you very much!"

"This…"

"Xiao Xu." A colleague called her behind her.

Xu Chuanchuan looked back and heard Aunt Lian say: "I won't bother you anymore, you should be busy."

Xu Chuanchuan didn't take this matter to heart. She thought it was just an episode. Until the next day, when she was about to get off work, she received an internal call from the general manager's office.

Murong Shi: "The office looks for me after get off work."

Xu Chuanchuan's heart beats, his brain is running fast, thinking of the bowl of spicy and spicy, secretly said: "Did she have diarrhea?"

Feeling upset, I opened my mouth to say something, but I've already hung up over there.

Xu Chuanchuan: "..."

In the next half an hour, Xu Chuanchuan couldn't calm down to work. She originally planned to go to lunch with Chen Lina and the others, but now it seems impossible to go. She asked Chen Lina to bring her meal on WeChat.

I don't know if Murong Shi is looking for the fault or whether she has a business deal with her, Xu Chuanchuan dare not delay for a moment, and directly knocks on the door of the general manager's office after work.

"Please come in."

Xu Chuan pushed the door in and found that Murong Shi was actually standing at the desk, not knowing what he was playing with.

She whispered: "Miss Murong—"

Murong Shi turned around after hearing the sound, glanced at her, and said straightforwardly: "Are you hungry?"

"Huh?" Xu Chuanchuan didn't understand what the situation was.

Only then did she notice that Murong Shi was carrying two huge insulated buckets, which was a bit familiar, and she couldn't remember where she had seen it for a while.

Murong Shi lifted the thermos barrel and placed it on the coffee table in the reception area, and said to her in a daze, "Come here."

It's a command tone that can't be resisted.

Xu Chuanchuan walked over, looked at the two thermos barrels, and then at Murong Shi's face. In fact, she has guessed some, but she is still not sure: "What does this mean?"

Murong Shi opened one of the lids and said, "Aunt Lian made a special meal for you. Let's eat together."

Xu Chuanchuan widened his eyes. She really didn't expect that the aunt yesterday was Murong Poetry's nanny, she thought that aunt was just talking casually.

After thinking about it, Xu Chuanchuan's face became even more unnatural, and he faltered: "But I have asked Lina to bring food for me."

Murong Shi opened another lid, and the room was full of fragrance. She glanced at Xu Chuanchuan lightly and said, "Aunt Lian's craftsmanship is amazing. Would you rather eat takeaway?"

The Xu Chuan Chuan smelled of sweet and sour fish, the delicious chicken soup, and the strong aroma of garlic. She controlled herself not to look at the two incubators, but she couldn't help but saliva.

Choose one of the two, as long as you are a normal person, you will not choose takeaway. Xu Chuan swallowed without a trace.

But to let her share lunch with Murong Shi... She felt awkward.

Murong Shi seemed to be able to perceive her thoughts, and said: "It's not that I haven't eaten together, can I still eat you?"

"..." Xu Chuanchuan also felt that she was a little hypocritical, and she touched her nose in a weird manner, "I'll go wash my hands first."

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