The fast-traveling host is a squeamish bag

Chapter 116
Qiao Xiaobao immediately boarded the account and made an excuse for himself, but it was good that Qiao Xiaobao didn't respond, and the scolding became even more joyful after he responded.

And does He Juncheng really not know about this?

Of course he knew, he was still happy, waiting for Qiao Xiaobao to come to him.

As long as she said a word, he immediately helped her settle the matter.

However, he waited and waited, but the cell phone in his hand never rang.

Because Qiao Xiaobao's phone exploded.

Qiao Xiaobao looked at the mobile phone in his hand that had been crushed with bare hands, wanting to cry without tears.

She really never thought of harming her little phone.

She was just so angry that her whole body was shaking with anger, and she exploded her cell phone in a fit of rage.

After the phone exploded, Qiao Xiaobao was almost out of anger.

She decided to wash up and go to sleep first, and fight again tomorrow, she will let those mortals know how powerful she is.

However, Qiao Xiaobao couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

The more I sleep, the more I think of the scene of being abused innocently.

Sure enough, as the saying goes, the more you think about it for a while, the more angry you get, and the more you think about it when you take a step back, the more you lose.

This was how she felt at this time.

Since she couldn't sleep, she came to the computer.

When she logged on to Weibo, she saw that her Weibo was occupied by black fans.

The few remaining fans were also scared away by all the big black fans.

Qiao Xiaobao naturally wanted to fight back in various ways.

A great battle between the enemy and ourselves broke out.

Obviously, although Qiao Xiaobao has a few fans, he was still scolded miserably.

Fortunately, she is in charge of her Weibo, and she can delete and block it as she likes.

Seeing that his account was blocked and he only went to other places to abuse him, Qiao Xiaobao finally felt a little better.

But not enough.

She wanted to block all the accounts that scolded her on her Weibo.

At least in her territory, she needs a piece of pure land.

Qiao Xiaobao looked at his clean Weibo.

I took a beautiful photo of myself.

By the way, it was provocatively posted on Weibo.

'Thank you Shen Renjing, the baby is still working hard, it's really hard [Picture][Picture][Picture]'

"Baby, I love you. I listen to your song "Those Years" every day, and I will always support you."

"Baby, I believe you can write better songs, and I support you. Those black people are jealous of you, so don't be angry."

Qiao Xiaobao finally met her little fan.

It was indeed very cute and made her feel a lot more comfortable.

The two sides interacted for a long time, and the black fan who was blocked was so angry that his face turned black.

Every celebrity was polite to them when meeting them. Only Qiao Xiaobao blocked them and dared to scold them. It was so annoying.

So they set up various microblogs, all kinds of @qiaoxiaobao.

However, Qiao Xiaobao blocked everyone for the sake of peace.

He Juncheng has been following Qiao Xiaobao's Weibo, and when he saw her Weibo update, he immediately replied to her.

'Thank you for your hard work, go to bed early [cute emoticon package]'

As soon as He Juncheng's big V came out, the wind and clouds began to surge again.

Qiao Xiaobao had already gone to bed after posting on Weibo, and slept very sweetly.

"That bitch."

Chu Ling looked at He Juncheng's reply on Qiao Xiaobao's Weibo, and her face was contorted with anger.

She couldn't figure it out.

Why would He Juncheng sneak into a green tea watch like Qiao Xiaobao?

Obviously he likes her.

And what did she do wrong to make He Juncheng find a substitute.

Chu Ling thought about it and couldn't figure it out.

And how did those who took her money do things? Even Qiao Xiaobao, who didn't have any fans, couldn't figure it out.

She called right away.

The person on the other end of the conversation quickly connected.

"What's the matter with you? It's too useless. I don't have a big V number, and I don't even make headlines."

"Sister, you only gave us 10 yuan in funding, that's all we can do."

"You...well, I'll give you another 10 yuan, and you must scold her in the headlines. If you can scold her out of the entertainment industry, I'll give you another [-] yuan."

"This... 10 yuan is not enough. If you want a big V with 50 fans to post a Weibo post targeting her, at least 5 yuan." The lion on the other end of the phone opened his mouth.

"What?" Chu Ling felt a little heartbroken. After all, although she was answering notifications every day these days, she didn't have much money in her hands. Who told her to get a B lottery? If she got an S lottery like Qiao Xiaobao, she wouldn't will be so poor.

But she still said with heartache: "Okay. I'll give you 50, and you can find me ten big V numbers."

"No problem. The money arrives, and I will handle it for you immediately."

Chu Ling could only send the money in pain.

(End of this chapter)