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Chapter 2478

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(? — — Luo Qingchen)

Almost in the next second, she pressed the send button.

She faced this annoying man with the coldest attitude.

After a while, the phone rang again.

But this time, it wasn't the exclusive ringtone, but a very ordinary message notification tone.

This kind of man wants to have an exclusive ringtone? Dream on, okay?

(Don't you know? What do you mean by posting on Weibo? — — Jin Yixuan)

At this moment, Jin Yixuan, who was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window on the eighteenth floor of his house, looked particularly flustered and exasperated.

In just a few minutes, he had already received several phone calls.

They were all about the cast of "Youth" and Luo Qingchen.

He always had a feeling that he had clearly distanced himself from Luo Qingchen, but suddenly, he seemed to be closer to her.

This feeling made him particularly irritable and depressed. His attitude when talking to Luo Qingchen was already bad, and when he was anxious, it was even worse.

Luo Qingchen thought about it, and before she could find the "appropriate" words to fight back, Jin Yixuan's message came.

(Gu Fan is a newcomer. If you are dissatisfied with anything, come at me. Don't do these kinds of tricks! — — Jin Yixuan)

Logically speaking, when Luo Qingchen received this WeChat message, she felt that she was really angry.

If a person like her was really angry, there were only two ways to express it.

One, she didn't say a word.

Two, she became a tentacle monster. (Crazy bombing with speed)

This time, she chose the second option.

(Yo! What's wrong with you? Do I need your permission to post on Weibo? — — Luo Qingchen)

(What do you mean? It was literally what it meant! Don't understand? If you don't understand, go to the elementary school next door and re-take the language class, okay? — — Luo Qingchen)

(Gu Fan is a newcomer. You have repeated this so many times! Let me ask you: What does it have to do with me that she is a newcomer? — — Luo Qingchen)

(Finally: Who are you? Coming at you? Jin Yixuan, you are really giving yourself face. A brain is a good thing, but not everyone has it. — — Luo Qingchen)

In less than 60 seconds, Luo Qingchen quickly sent out these four messages.

Then, he directly blacklisted Jin Yixuan in the upper right corner and did not accept any news from him.

With so many memories of the original owner, Luo Qingchen naturally knew that Jin Yixuan was an impatient person.

In fact, he was more suitable for number one because the more you ignored him, the more anxious he would be.

But Luo Qingchen really wanted to scold him. She wanted to scold him from the bottom of her heart.

After scolding, not giving the other party any chance to retort was definitely the best way to infuriate Jin Yixuan to death.

Jin family's mansion.

All he heard was the sound of the iPhone X crashing to the ground.

Jin Yixuan put his hands on his hips and blushed. Lying on the floor, the screen of the phone lit up. On it was a message that hadn't been sent, and … it was rejected.

He almost never thought that Luo Qingchen would treat him like this. This feeling was like a person who used to be obedient to you suddenly stabbed you with a knife one day.

Jin Yixuan clenched his fist and heavily knocked on the floor-to-ceiling window. "Wait!"

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The next morning.

Luo Qingchen got up early in the morning. After fully armed, she went to a few concerts.

She thought that there wouldn't be anyone at such an early boarding time and flying to Antarctica, but … the entire airport was crowded.

People who didn't know would think that there was a concert at the airport gate at 6: 30 in the morning!

She really underestimated Gong Yubai's popularity …

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