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Chapter 754

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yys,syy

[Spreading rumors? She's a good girl. You motherless people, please respect women. Thank you!]

[If she's really innocent, then let her come out and clarify things. Up until now, he still hadn't shown up. Who knew if he had a guilty conscience? Besides, I really don't like this kind of high-profile behavior of flaunting her wealth. I really don't understand. Are those people who think she's a little fairy blind? Don't insult the word 'little fairy', thank you!]

[What's wrong with that? Little Fairy! Little Fairy! Little Fairy! I love her looks, I love her violent little cutie! Even if she wants to create hype, even if she flaunts her wealth, what does it have to do with you?]

[It's here. Lemon Essence has appeared again. Do rich people have to eat the same three meals a day as you? Otherwise, he would be flaunting his wealth? I used to think that it made sense, but now I just find it laughable. Some people stood at the starting line the moment they were born. There was no point in being envious of them. If you go on a trip and take pictures of a feast, it's called sharing life. If rich people go on a trip and take pictures, it's called showing off their wealth. I don't know if other people flaunt their wealth or not, but I know that you guys really have double standards ~]



The netizens all had their own opinions and were enjoying the show.

However, very quickly, just as they were arguing even more happily, the trending topic was instantly taken down. All the major marketing accounts were either banned or deleted from their Weibo accounts. Even the words "Song Yaoyao" were not displayed.

The netizens were even more shocked.

All the major forums began to analyze Song Yaoyao's identity and background.

The more mysterious and unfathomable it was, the more addictive it was.

When Tang Xinrou handed the phone to Song Yaoyao with a burst of laughter, she was still a little confused and asked blankly, "Who is Yys?"

Yes, when the netizens discovered that no matter if they searched for Song Yaoyao or SYY, the results would not show up. Of course, the omnipotent netizens would not give up so easily.

Thus, Song Yaoyao's new nickname was born.

"Wahahahaha!"

Tang Xinrou laughed so hard that tears almost came out of her eyes. When she looked at Song Yaoyao's confused and innocent face, she was even more amused.

"Sister, it's you! Read it backwards! "

Song Yaoyao was confused, but she did as she was told.

"Yys, yys … Song Yaoyao? This name is mine?? "

Xu Yue held back her laughter. "Do you want to take a look? As expected, there are experts among the people. It would be a waste of their talents if they weren't allowed to write. Their writing is especially brilliant. "

There was even someone who wrote a Song Yaoyao about her love and hate entanglement with Boss under the name YYS.

Song Yaoyao was speechless. "These people … are really poisonous …"

She rolled her eyes and refused to look at such things that would lower her IQ.

But even if she didn't look, she couldn't stop the two people beside her from telling her about it.

Inevitably, Song Yaoyao knew some things, such as …

"Brother ~"

Song Yaoyao ran back to the room. The man was flipping through some documents. Her eyes twinkled as she showed her phone to Huo Yunque as if she was presenting a treasure. "Brother, everyone is saying that I'm being f * cked by you!"

"Hmm?"

Huo Yunque pinched the space between his eyebrows and glanced at the phone screen. He pulled her into his arms and rested his chin on the top of her head. "Yes, I'm f * cking raising you."

"Pfft —"

Song Yaoyao smiled, revealing her snow-white teeth. Her eyes were curved like crescent moons, beautiful and moving.

"But what they said is not right at all. Brother, you're not an old man ~ You're obviously super handsome!"

"Old man?"

The man who was as calm as an old monk slowly lifted his eyelids and frowned slightly. "Am I very old?"

(End of chapter)

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