Chapter 47: Vulnerability (7)

Dongjun's mouse: my hand is shaking
A piece of glass in Yinhe Building: Stop talking, I am shaking all over
Grandma Yinhe: I dare not watch it
The same message was swept up one by one quickly, and a panic atmosphere spread throughout the group.
Lin Xun felt the same.
The Milky Way proprietress: Fish... Don't send it first, I'm afraid my heart will stop suddenly.
The girls echoed.
Lady Galaxy: Who is the other party? Are you sure? What scale photo?
A sauerkraut fish: I can’t be sure that it’s a love relationship, there is no such thing as a move, but you know, it’s too anomalous to be close to someone when you are fair
Lady Galaxy: Can you see your face clearly?
A sauerkraut fish: my hands are shaking
A sauerkraut fish: with a face, girlfriends said that Galaxy has been talking about this in private these days. She saw Dongjun take someone off work that day and got into the same car
Lin Xun is crazy.
Lady Galaxy: Who is it?
A sauerkraut fish: I don't know. I'm not a business person or a person in the industry. I should be very young. My girlfriend said that she looks beautiful and looks like a small star.
Grandma Milky Way: Grass.
Dongjun's keyboard: grass.
Dongjun's mouse: grass.
Dongjun's green axis: grass.
Grandma Yinhe: @东君的青轴, are you still there? I thought you were powdered?
Dongjun's Green Axis: No, reality is a bit busy.
Lin Xun's attention was not focused on chatting with his grandmother. His fingertips were cold now. The blood flowing in the blood vessels was no longer blood but concentrated sulfuric acid.
I have never intersected with the male in my life, yes, normal.
But another person was with the male god, no.
A pickled fish: I'm ready
Grandma Yinhe: OK, come on, I don’t believe my husband will fall in love anyway
A sauerkraut fish: OK, then I sent it, you will know it after reading it
Lin Xun: "..."
Early death and early birth.
He was chest tight, and the pointer was lying on his chest.
Thinking of the pointer, he felt sad again—if the male already had a boyfriend, what did he mean by fostering the pointer here? Is your boyfriend allergic to cat hair?
He took a deep breath, turned off the screen, counted for 180 seconds against the ceiling, and three minutes later opened the chat interface again.
In just three minutes, the wife powder has brushed 500 pieces.
The boss spoke most.
Galaxy boss lady: sour
Galaxy boss lady: I ​​collapsed
The Galaxy Lady: Fish, I think it's really true
Seeing this series of heartbreaking speeches, Lin Xun was also completely buried.
He lowered his heart and began to turn up.
The entire group of chat records turned into a sea of ​​oceans-crying out of the girls.
Sometimes there are some discussions about boyfriends.
"It's really ugly, I'm sour. Is it good to look good?"
"Have you never seen this person in your husband's social circle, where did you come out? You went into the room all at once?"
"Mum, seeing their actions did not want to cover up."
"It looks like a 20-year-old boy, vase, I bet Dongjun is probably just playing."
"It's just a beautiful vase, I'm not so uncomfortable."
In this way, the concentrated sulfuric acid in Lin Xun's blood vessels has quietly deteriorated into a royal water.
Do you match the vase?
You are unworthy.
It may be that his reaction was too great, and the pointer lying on Enron's chest also raised his head, "meowing" at him, and then came over to try to look at his mobile phone.
The IQ of this little scammer often makes Lin Xun think that it is fine, so he didn’t show the pointer, buried himself with his mobile phone in the quilt, and continued to turn forward.
A picture appears in front.
Lin Xun didn't dare to take a closer look at first glance. After doing some psychological construction, he narrowed his eyes and planned to stab the gossip boyfriend.
The next second, his heart beat hard, and then he jumped wildly.
Background, Milky Way Hall.
The main part of the picture, two people, or the back of two people, and one of them is obviously Dongjun.
He is leaning slightly to look at the people around him, the profile of the profile is gentle, and he seems to be paying attention to the people around him.
At the same time, his left hand took a black thing from the man's hand, which appeared to be a mobile phone.
The distance between the two hands is very close, it seems that they will almost touch.
Lin Xun: "???
Lin Xun: "..."
Lin Xun's brain gradually became blank.
Lin Xun lost his IQ.
There was no reason for him. The boyfriend wore a gaudy black coat, which was the one he had—like a rebellious teenager who had no emotion.
And this scene, he is also very familiar.
On that day, he and Dongjun watched a movie about artificial intelligence, and then went to dinner together.
It is this picture that seals their relationship. According to these little girls, the mobile phone-the current mobile phone, is an overly personal item, and Dongjun took the person's mobile phone, which means they are definitely not Ordinary business partners or friends.
No, not like this.
Lin Xun thought that this matter was not complicated. He was discussing the movie with Dongjun, then remembered a paper, and then showed it to Dongjun-it was pure academic exchange.
His mind seemed to be uncomfortable, and his fingers turned upward mechanically.
In the second picture, in the parking lot, a teenager who skipped class sat in a black Bentley, which was completely inconsistent with his dress style.
Turning up again, there is still a third.
Lin Xun: "..."
The third one really jumped into the Yellow River and could not be washed.
The third one is in the rest area of ​​the Galaxy, the place to eat snacks.
An unnamed teenager skipping the school's black jacket zips up to the stand collar. The jacket is very loose, so the sleeves are a little long, showing only the back of the hand and fingers. He is holding a glass of orange juice, holding a straw, and is looking at Dongjun.
Looking at each other, he looked at Dongjun, and Dongjun also looked at him.
Probably the role of the lens, no matter what the nature of the look, once the camera is fixed, the atmosphere is immediately ambiguous.
In the photo, Lin Xun had a smile on his face, and Dong Jun looked seriously.
Just these three photos.
Lin Xun had bored himself to death in the quilt. Hearing anxious meows outside, he pulled away the quilt.
The cool water at night generally covered his mind and calmed him down a little.
So, he is sour, is he?
Dongjun's gossip boyfriend is also himself?
The acid came and went, and he hurt himself. He didn't know what expression to face.
Perhaps this is the highest level of lemon essence.
While he was very happy, Dongjun did not have any small vases or boyfriends.
He felt very guilty again. The girls in the group might have been sad for a while, and this rumored rumor would also trouble Dongjun.
But at the same time, he still has an indescribable mood.
It's like the kind of quiet, dare not knowing hilarity after a successful bad thing as a child.
The pointer came over.
He drew the pointer into his arms, and the kitten's touch was so soft that he calmed down a lot.
He looked at the pointer and thought, maybe he was really a sex.
Otherwise, why would you be happy?
The pointer reached out and pulled his phone, Lin Xun held it, holding the thing firmly in his arms.
The pointer gave a soft meow, but at first it didn't resist. After a while, it crawled forward, and the soft claws pushed Lin Xun, and then bit him.
The furry touch made people feel itchy, Lin Xun laughed while hiding: "What are you doing?"
The pointer looked down at him and stretched his claw again to touch his eyes.
Lin Xun: "You urge me to sleep?"
Pointer: "Meow."
Lin Xun: "I can't sleep."
The pointer tilted its head: "Meow?"
Lin Xun: "Your family Dongjun is so annoying..."
The pointer blinked: "Meow..."
Lin Xun: "Who have you been fostered to?"
The pointer was empty, and nothing seemed to be understood.
Lin Xun didn't expect it to be understood. He placed it on the pillow and rolled around with the quilt on his own. He didn't know how long he spent, and finally fell asleep.
The next morning, he was awakened by the banging of the door.
Wang Jianjing broke into the door with his mobile phone: "You have something to do."
Lin Xun: "?"
He took Wang's mobile phone and found it to be the interface of Weibo.
On the hot search list, the first.
#东君男友#
Lin Xun: "I..."
He clicked in and began to turn down.
His psychological quality is actually not bad, just a short dementia last night. Now that he has adjusted his mentality, he is ready to post the three photos and chat records in the group.
However, the facts were different from what he thought, and it was not one of those three photos that was topped.
It was the airport photo yesterday.
The girl who posted on Weibo wrote: "Suddenly I saw the little brother in the hot search and found that I had just met by chance yesterday and asked for a photo."
In the photo, he, the girl, and a pointer in the cat bag.
The photos are extremely clear and the beauty of the pointer is perfectly presented.
As for Lin Xun himself-he doesn't feel much, but based on years of experience, his photos are generally not unsightly.
Both the number of comments and the number of reposts are terrifying. He clicked on the comment and saw a picture.
Dongjun's WeChat profile picture, the back of a white cat.
The content of the review is: "The shape of the cat's ears is the same, the color is the same, the body is the same, and it's OK. I will ask everyone under what circumstances will you be assured that you will go out with your cat alone?"
OK, be sure.
The second hot comment does not seem to be Dongjun's wife powder, but a passer-by.
Passerby: "Little Brother Taiwan looks good."
Lin Xun continued to turn down.
The crazy howling of the wife powder accounted for two fifths, and the remaining one fifth praised the beauty of the pointer, and two fifths praised his face-this part seems to be all passersby gathered to appreciate Dongjun Canary.
Lin Xun silently closed Weibo.
Wang Jingjing: "The news started to blow up in the middle of the night. You two broke the server directly and just recovered it. In the middle of the night! I'm not condemning you. I'm distressed by those programmers and our kind. This is the same root, and frying Why is it too urgent?"
Lin Xun opened his mobile phone and found that his WeChat had also exploded.
Qi Yun, who ranked first, sent him dozens of messages.
Ji Yanzong-Feihong: What are you doing this dog day? Didn’t you take Dad with me for so long?
Ji Yanzong-Feihong: Where do you find the gold master, I also want to have
Ji Yanzong-Feihong: Where did you buy it?
Lin Xun responded indifferently.
A happy pointer: what do you sour in my own way.
He began to read other people's news.
Mrs. Butterfly: Do you intend to debut?
Mrs. Butterfly: Boyfriend is awesome
A happy pointer: Not a boyfriend, I’m not debuting, but it’s just an accident qwq
After qwq, continue to the next one.
The next one is Chen Xi.
Chen Xi: What is your relationship with Dongjun?
A happy pointer: don't worry about you.
Wang Jingan was watching the crowd: "You really see people speaking people's words, and people talking words."
Lin Xun continued to pull down.
It is calm on the surface, but the fingers are actually cold.
Will this rumor explosion cause a negative impact on Dongjun? What about Galaxy's stock price?
As for himself... The clear photos have all come out. The next step is the actual information. He is not difficult to find. Not only is he often invited by passers-by to take pictures, but also has a little discussion on the school forum.
He really hasn't seen this scene.
His eyes flickered, and he saw Dongjun's news.
The news is very short, only one, five minutes ago.
Dongjun: I'm dealing with it, don't be afraid.
A happy pointer: qwq
A happy pointer: I'm sorry.
A happy pointer: trouble you.
He hadn't waited for Dongjun's reply, so he heard Wang Jianjing's "lie trough".
Wang Safety: "You can search the hot search again."
Lin Xun brushed it again and saw that the first Weibo photo of the airport was gone. Going down further, many Weibo attempts to find his real information through clues also seem to evaporate.
At this moment, his special attention on Weibo suddenly popped up a message.
He doesn't use Weibo very much, and he pays special attention to only Dongjun.
Lin Xun's breath paused and clicked in.
Galaxy-Dongjun: Thank you for your concern. I hope everyone calm down and don’t scare the kid ^^
Even with Lin Xun's hand speed, he could not be the first person to see this Weibo.
When he saw this, there were already several comments below.
Galaxy-Young Grandma: Okay, I get it, I'm obedient. (Talking while crying
Galaxy-Lady: Can I sit on equal terms with children QAQ
Wang Safety: "After all, it's not the entertainment industry. I don't think his wives are crazy. You may not be sulphuric acid splashed on the street."
Lin Xun didn't speak, and his finger tapped on the keyboard.
Wang Safety: "What are you doing?"
The friendship of the same group disappeared, Lin Xun replied under the comment of "Galaxy-Boss Lady".
A merry lemon essence: no.