Zhao Xinyu quit WeChat, pointed to the Weibo page, and saw this message on the hot search list.
The corner of her mouth curled up mockingly.
His thoughts turned slightly, and he forwarded this Weibo message to Liangxue.
Since the last time Li Yun was slandered for stealing her Zhan Bei's signature, Zhao Xinyu and Liang Xue had a complete quarrel.
Zhao Xinyu's mobile phone went black from time to time.
It is common for viruses to be detected on computers.
There is just no way.
People from the Hacking League personally took action, and ordinary people couldn't even find the virus.
After Zhao Xinyu finished sending the message to Liangxue, she waited for several minutes but did not see Liangxue's reply. After thinking about it, she added a few words and sent it.
¡¾I just remind you not to be fooled by Li Yun. ¡¿
¡¾If Li Yun really had such a good relationship with Zhan Bei, wouldn't he even have a few concert tickets? And let the students in Class 1 follow her to embarrass themselves? ¡¿
After she finished speaking, her lips twitched again.
Liangxue still didn't reply.
Zhao Xinyu frowned, didn't care anymore, and clicked on the video of the Zhanbei concert on the tablet.
About an hour later, her mobile phone on the bedside table suddenly started to vibrate crazily.
She frowned impatiently and took the phone over.
¡¾Xin Yu, your sister is actually Yuebai? ¡¿
¡¾Zhao Xinyu, Li Yun is the god-level composer Yuebai, do you know that? ¡¿
The handwriting on WeChat was very clear, but at this moment, Zhao Xinyu was stunned in place, her mind was blank, and all the images in front of her eyes were layers of double images, and she couldn't see any words.
What's the meaning?
Li Yun is the god-level arranger and god-level lyricist who has become popular in Zhanbei?
How can it be.
Just at this moment, Liangxue, who hadn't replied for a long time, finally replied.
Zhao Xinyu clicked in to watch, it was a video.
At the concert, Li Yun stood on the stage, wearing a white dress, lazy and seductive.
The audience in the audience kept shouting, "The moon is white and the moon is white"!
The sound was so loud that it almost pierced her eardrums.
At the same time, there was also a voice from Liang Xue.
cold tone.
"Zhao Xinyu, does your face hurt?"
Hearing Liangxue's voice, Zhao Xinyu clasped her phone tightly with her fingers, as if there was a cold chain around her neck tightly imprisoning her.
Two seconds later, her eyelashes trembled, she regained consciousness, her fingers trembled, and she clicked on Weibo again.
The word "Moon White" is everywhere.
Zhao Xinyu's complexion turned pale.
***
The concert is over.
Li Yun took off the clothes on her body.
Ye Hannian leaned against the door of the changing room and waited for her.
"Mom sent me a message just now." Ye Hannian took off his coat, put it on for her, slipped his hand down to hold her hand, and stuffed it into his pocket.
Li Yun raised his eyelids, and said lazily, "What did Auntie say?"
Ye Hannian just looked at her and smiled, casually repeating Fan Lei's words, "I don't need to worry about the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law in the future."
Li Yun: ""
Just at this time, Brother Wang walked over while hanging up the phone, "Master Ye, that classmate of yours is still at the Road Police Station, so there may be no way to deal with it."
"What's going on?" Li Yun looked over slowly, his brows sank.
Brother Wang hesitated for a moment, "She has quite a backstage."
At that time, he only felt that Yang Qingran's face was so familiar, and he didn't pay much attention to it.
Unexpectedly, it turned out to be the daughter of Yonghe Real Estate in the imperial capital.
Now, a phone call called the chief of the police station. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com