Wilderness Livestream: Other People Struggle to Survive While I Became Famous by Looking After a Cat Chapter 224

  Chapter 224 Don't talk about hearsay

  Song Qingyou didn't notice anything unusual about her cat.

  Under Zhong Jiayin's vigorous "selling", he still added the group called "Jiang Zhihan's Girlfriend Fan".

  Everyone in the group noted their real names, and there were a handful of names that Song Qingyou was a little familiar with. They probably saw or heard of them before the Song family went bankrupt.

  Song Qingyou raised her eyes: "I want to change my name too?"

  Zhong Jiayin: "I pulled you in, if you don't change, no one will care about you."

  Song Qingyou snorted, turned off the phone, and asked a little puzzled: "What's the use of this group...?"

   In order to let everyone know how many rivals you have?

   "Of course it is used to share the photos of President Xiao Jiang." Zhong Jiayin said naturally, "But the photos cannot be shared outside."

   "You were not recording programs at Jiangyuan Group..."

  Song Qingyou quickly said: "I didn't take a picture, I don't have a picture."

   In order to avoid Zhong Jiayin's disbelief, she even took out her mobile phone and showed her the photo album.

  Jiang Zhihan used both limbs, and jumped onto the shelf next to him that was taller than a person.

  Seeing that Song Qingyou's cell phone photo album was full of cats, Jiang Zhihan felt a little jealous of himself, and Zhong Jiayin curled her lips in disappointment.

   "In addition to sharing photos, we will also inform other people in advance which banquet Xiao Jiang may attend."

  Song Qingyou: …

   Then isn't this chasing stars?

   As expected of the 'fan group'.

   "And the most important point." Zhong Jiayin suddenly looked serious.

  Song Qingyou:?

   "If anyone catches Mr. Jiang, he must notify the sisters in the group."

   "And then?" Song Qingyou asked back, "To rob a marriage?"

   "No, I'm more inclined to curse them to break up quickly."

  Song Qingyou felt that these things had nothing to do with her, so she listened patiently to Zhong Jiayin, and couldn't wait to leave.

  Unexpectedly, before she left, Zhong Jiayin asked again: "What is your relationship with Gu Xingchen?"

  Song Qingyou was vigilant: "I've only met a few times as a nodding acquaintance... Could it be that you also like Teacher Gu..."

"Who likes him?" Zhong Jiayin snorted disdainfully, "I'm just curious, you don't know him well, and he keeps posting about you on Weibo again and again, it seems that he is hot... "

  Song Qingyou wanted to explain, lest Zhong Jiayin misunderstand.

  But just as she opened her mouth, Zhong Jiayin waved her hand, indicating that she could go, and by the way, called Gu Xingchen.

  Song Qingyou had no choice but to leave.

   Turning around unexpectedly, she saw many people looking at her with probing eyes, including Chen Lan and Zhao Yingnan.

  As soon as she went back, Chen Lan grabbed her arm: "Qingyou, are you okay? Zhong Jiayin probably didn't say anything harsh or threaten you, right?"

   "It's fine, what did she threaten me with?" Song Qingyou looked puzzled.

  Zhao Yingnan also asked with concern: "Then why are you looking for you?"

  Song Qingyou thought for two seconds, and replied: "It's an exchange of contact information."

  Joining a group is equivalent to having contact information, and there is nothing wrong with it.

  Chen Lan and Zhao Yingnan both looked surprised.

   "Why did you suddenly ask for your contact information? Didn't she come to trouble you?"

  Song Qingyou shook her head, knowing that the two of them had misunderstood Zhong Jiayin, she said, "For no reason, Teacher Zhong shouldn't bother me, she's not that bad-tempered, don't tell me what you hear..."

   Before the words fell, several people heard Zhong Jiayin ordering the assistant:

   "Didn't you see me calling here? Why don't you bring me the chair?"

  The two of Chen Lan looked at Zhong Jiayin's glaring look, and then at Song Qingyou, with expressions on their faces that seemed to say: Does this mean that your temper isn't that bad?

  Song Qingyou had no choice but to change the subject: "Don't talk about this, Sister Lan, please give me your phone."

  With the mobile phone in hand, Song Qingyou went straight to Weibo.

  After seeing Gu Xingchen@her news, I understood why Zhong Jiayin asked about the relationship between the two.

  Gu Xingchen's Weibo was posted yesterday, and Chen Lan has already responded with very official words

  —When Song Qingyou is not free, Chen Lan usually takes care of Weibo.

  Qingyou flipped through her Weibo homepage, thinking that it had been two or three days since she posted a cat, so she couldn't help but turn on the camera.

   "Squeak?"

  She looked around, but she didn't even see her cat.

  Zhizhi was usually obedient and stayed by her side all the time, but now he disappeared suddenly, which made Song Qingyou a little flustered.

   "It was still here just now." Chen Lan frowned and said, "Don't worry, I'll go and look for it nearby."

  Zhao Yingnan also wanted to help, but she was called away by her manager before she opened her mouth.

  Song Qingyou was not in the mood to check Weibo and read the script, so she stood up and went to find the cat.

  Chen Lan turned her head to comfort her, when she saw Zhu Jiao's figure out of the corner of her eye.

   In front of the other party, it was Zhi Zhi who was raised by Song Qingyou and had already gained a lot of weight.

   "Qingyou, look there."

  Chen Lan pointed in a direction.

  Song Qingyou walked over without hesitation.

  At this moment, the little cat really needs her to rescue.

  Jiang Zhihan was stunned for a while after listening to the conversation between Song Qingyou and Zhong Jiayin.

   When he came to his senses and wanted to leave, Zhu Jiao walked towards him.

  Jiang Zhihan was worried that she would do something to a cat, so he didn't even plan to take care of it.

  Unexpectedly, a pungent smell emanated from Zhu Jiao's hands, which had a great impact on the cat.

  Jiang Zhihan was almost driven by instinct several times, wanting to hug the opponent's hand and not let go.

   But that smell was very unpleasant to Jiang Zhihan himself, and he wanted to escape immediately.

   Under the contradiction between the two, Jiang Zhihan stood still.

  Looking from a distance, it is the little cat crouching pitifully in the corner.

  Song Qingyou walked up behind Zhu Jiao: "What are you doing?"

  The latter trembled in fright, and immediately spoke plausibly:

   "Of course I want to touch it!"

   "Your cat is running around on set, can't I touch it?"

  Song Qingyou's face turned cold: "Didn't you see that he was unhappy?"

   "Who says it's not happy?" Zhu Jiao didn't seem to believe this evil, and vowed, "Maybe it likes me more than you!"

   As he spoke, he took a few steps forward, pushed Zhizhi to the corner, and reached out to hug him.

  Song Qingyou narrowed her eyes, feeling something was wrong.

   At this moment, Zhizhi avoided Zhu Jiao's hand, and ran back to Song Qingyou's side quickly, as if he was hiding from a scourge while his front paws were still on the ground because of his vigilance.

   Some of the melon-eating people around couldn't help laughing, and they could vaguely hear the words "cats hate dogs".

  Song Qingyou still had a cold face: "Miss Zhu can scare the cat to such an extent, it should be because she has a pungent smell that only cats can smell."

   "Don't talk nonsense—"

   Zhu Jiao still wanted to argue.

   Song Qingyou stopped her with one sentence: "If anything happens to Zhizhi, I will call the police."

  Zhu Jiao gritted her teeth: "It's just a cat..."

   "Correct me, Zhizhi is an internet celebrity cat with millions of fans, so he's worth a lot."

  Song Qingyou hugged the cat with sharp eyes, "I just want to remind Miss Zhu that it is illegal to damage personal property."

  The surrounding crowd was as quiet as a chicken.

   Zhu Jiao still wanted to quibble, so Luo Hongqing came to call someone.

  (end of this chapter)

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