"I don't need to guess to know it's Ding Gou's doing. The internet is in an uproar right now. Your rivals who are keeping a close eye on you are also taking the opportunity to hire online trolls to spread rumors and smear you."
"What's even more disgusting is that Ding Gou pretended to be magnanimous on Weibo, saying that you were drunk at the time and didn't mean it."
Luo Shimiao's emotions remained unchanged after hearing this, and she said calmly, "Sister Min, don't worry, let them argue for a while."
Hearing her so calm, Luo Min said, "Do you have a way to quell this? If this isn't handled properly, not only will your image be affected, but your movie will also face boycotts next year."
"Many netizens are already leading the boycott, and you might lose your entire 100 million yuan investment!"
"Sister Min, please don't respond to anything yet. I'm busy right now. I'll send you something nice later."
"My goodness, what time is it now? What could be more important than this? Put aside what you're doing and deal with this first. If you miss the best time for public relations, it will be too late to salvage the situation."
"Some netizens only want to see what they want to see, and no matter how you explain it, it won't make a difference."
Luo Shimiao looked at Gu Nian with a half-smile, raised an eyebrow and said, "It's extremely important, we can't stop. Sister Min, trust me, wait for me for three hours."
"Fine! If you don't have a good PR plan within three hours, I'll come to your house with a knife!"
"Don't worry, I'll tear that beast apart as soon as I'm done with this." He hung up the phone and tossed it aside.
Gu Nian sat up, held Luo Shimiao's waist, and rolled to the side, switching their positions.
"Only three hours, I guess I need to hurry."
Luo Shimiao held up one finger and shook it: "No, it's one hour."
"One hour is not enough."
"Not enough for yourself..." The rest of the words were stuck in her throat.
......
An hour passed in the blink of an eye.
Luo Shimiao kicked away the man who wanted to continue, picked up the clothes at the foot of the bed and put them on.
"Don't you understand the saying 'an iron pestle can be ground into a needle'?"
Gu Nian glanced down and smiled faintly, "Do you see it's formed into a needle yet?"
Just then, Little Green's exclamation came from under the bed: "Wow, it's so big and long!"
"So that's how windmill blades are transported up the mountain. The driver is amazing."
Luo Shimiao met Gu Nian's meaningful gaze, then looked away and got out of bed to wash up.
While I was brushing my teeth, a man walked in completely naked.
She immediately lowered her head and focused on brushing her teeth, refusing to look at the handsome face in the mirror that captivated her, and the deeply defined abs.
Gu Nian stood behind her, ruffling Luo Shimiao's hair. Seemingly not satisfied, he bent over and bit into Luo Shimiao's slender neck.
"Ouch!" Luo Shimiao winced in pain and stomped on his toes with her right foot.
Spitting out the foam in his mouth, he said, "Are you a dog? Why do you bite so much!"
Gu Nian looked up, her voice tinged with laughter: "Why don't you feel any pain when you bite me? On the contrary, you seem to feel something special."
Her face flushed, but luckily her face was black, so the redness wasn't noticeable, otherwise they would have teased her again.
"I don't know what you're talking about. Go away and don't bother me while I'm brushing my teeth."
Having achieved his goal, the man turned and walked through the glass door separating the wet and dry areas.
The sound of rushing water reached Luo Shimiao's ears, and images already formed in her mind. She resisted the urge to turn around and brushed her teeth faster.
The water jets, as fine as silver threads, fell evenly onto her sleek body.
The semi-transparent glass door revealed the man's superior physique: broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long, straight legs.
Every part of it is full of allure and sexual tension.
With a loud clang.
Luo Shimiao slammed down the mouthwash cup, turned on the tap, scooped up a handful of water and splashed it on his face, then hurriedly "escaped" out.
If she didn't leave soon, her weak willpower wouldn't be able to hold on.
After getting dressed, I went to my room and then to the living room. I was stunned by the view outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Snowflakes drifted down from the sky, covering the treetops and the ground with a layer of white.
"It's snowing."
Luo Shimiao remembered that there was another person living downstairs, a child who had been forced to stay because of her unreasonable demands.
She sat down on the sofa, picked up some snacks from the coffee table, and ate them while waiting for Gu Nian.
Sun Hao, who was in a room on the first floor, opened the balcony door and was instantly covered in snow by the wind.
"Achoo!" He sneezed from the cold, and when he saw the clothes on the clothes rack on the ground, his eyes widened and his chest heaved.
The clothes that were once soft and pliable on the clothes rack on the balcony have now become stiff and hard.
He absentmindedly carried the frozen clothes into the house.
"Well, now we're not only out of underwear, we're out of clothes too. What's with all this snow!"
Stand the pants and shirt upright on the ground.
He sat at the foot of the bed holding the stiff, light purple underwear, took down the hanger, coiled the deflated underwear into a three-dimensional shape, and placed it upside down between his pants and shirt.
Turning his head to look at the incessantly falling snow outside the window, he said dejectedly, "Will any kind soul bring me a change of clothes?"
I took a picture of the clothes on the ground with my phone, opened WeChat, and moved my fingers back and forth on the phone's keyboard.
In less than a minute, the edited content was posted to WeChat Moments.
In the photo, the underwear in the middle is blurred out, leaving only the black suit pants and the matching low-cut cashmere sweater.
The caption reads: "The wind and snow today seem to be talking; they whispered in my ear, 'I want you dead.'"
Ten minutes later.
There was a knock on Sun Hao's door. Lying in bed, he hurriedly scrambled to the foot of the bed to gather the clothes on the floor.
The doorknob turned downwards, and the door creaked open.
Startled, his hand trembled, and the underwear he had just picked up accidentally flew out of his hand.
Clang! The underwear rolled a few times on the floor and came to a stop by the door.
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