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The topic suddenly reached the top of the hot search list.
The comment area was lively. Most of them were face-gums who only came in to lick their faces. A small number of them were licking their faces while guessing whether a trainee from a certain company was about to debut for marketing purposes. There were also idols who were questioning the filters and p-pictures. Is it too much and then licking the face?
But no matter who it is, they are all clamoring for Gu Qingchi¡¯s Weibo.
As soon as Guo Ling woke up, he found that his Weibo with only a few hundred zombie fans had suddenly gained tens of thousands of followers, and he also received countless fancy rainbow fart private messages, although the ultimate goal was to get Gu Qingchi's Weibo.
But Guo Ling¡¯s heartbreak was completely washed away by these rainbow farts with impure intentions.
She went to Gu Qingchi in a daze to ask for his opinion. After getting the reply, she very straightforwardly posted a Weibo message asking the onlookers to go to sleep. The little brother didn¡¯t have a Weibo and didn¡¯t want to make it public.
Then the powder fell off.
But there are still so many fans left. The little girl who was so excited that she stayed up all night just to have more than 100 fans is already very happy. She happily handed over her mobile phone to her mother for the first time, and packed up with satisfaction and went to school to prepare for the start of school. .
Gu Qingchi doesn¡¯t use Weibo and usually lives like an old man. His only bad habit is drinking.
The ups and downs on Weibo had little impact on him, but the foreman did mention it, mostly as a joke.
Gu Qingchi had never paid attention to it at all. He had never even read the Weibo post. When Guo Ling came to ask him, he was still confused.
I don¡¯t have any special feelings after knowing it. Before this, some people came to him to sign a contract with an entertainment company, but they were all rejected by Gu Qingchi.
He is quite satisfied with his current life. It is unremarkable and ordinary. He does an ordinary job, receives an ordinary salary, and lives an ordinary life. This is already good.
It doesn¡¯t matter whether you have no ambitions or have no future, it¡¯s good to live like this.
"Qingchi, we are short of tableware here."
Gu Qingchi responded, turned around and went to the kitchen.
***
Xie Luyu loves to browse Weibo and always keeps up with the trends of the times. Sometimes he knows better than the public relations department about any troubles.
When I was young and energetic, it was common practice to ridicule people indiscriminately.
Now he doesn¡¯t do this kind of tricks very often.
¡°It¡¯s not because he can¡¯t carry the knife anymore, it¡¯s because his manager changed his Weibo password eight hundred years ago. Now, behind that Weibo is not him, but an entire operations department.
Xie Luyu¡¯s fans not only knew nothing about this, but were also very happy about it, saying that he had grown and matured over the years, and finally no longer was in the air every day.
Xie Luyu was very disdainful of this.
"A group of fake fans are so easily blinded. I advise you to cherish the few truths.
Actor Xie, who has been deprived of the right to use his trumpet, has always been active on the front line with his trumpet.
Today is no exception.
He had no intention of clicking on the hot search that suddenly popped up in front of him. He just stayed in the circle and knew what was going on at a glance.
Looking at the title, he knew what the hype was about. It was nothing more than a beauty and beauty in the prosperous age. There were several hot searches like this every day, and they were either young idols who had already debuted or were about to debut.
Xie Luyu walked around and found that the hot search ranked first when he came back. He became interested and wanted to see which newcomer was so ignorant.
Buying hot searches is a common practice, but except for some big projects, this kind of speculation usually takes the first place before it comes up.
"This is too much. If you buy the first one, it's almost enough. It's not good to waste the country's gossip resources here -"
Actor Xie¡¯s sharp comments stopped abruptly the moment he clicked on it. The first photo he saw happened to be the one where Gu Qingchi was holding a tray in one hand, was suddenly called, and then turned sideways.
Xie Luyu immediately recalled that night in his mind. He half-taken off his shirt and looked sideways. His brows and eyes were obviously cold, but every move seemed to ignite desire.
Looking at that look almost made your whole body feel on fire, making your scalp numb. Xie Luyu hadn¡¯t had that numb scalp feeling for a long time.
The last time I had this feeling was when I was filming a movie abroad, and I was acting with a veteran actor. I was so excited that I became excited. After the scene, I felt completely refreshed.
He lay on the sofa, looked at the young man in the photo, and raised his eyebrows.
"I believe this."
Throughout the morning, Xie Luyu clicked in but never clicked out. He watched the video back and forth more than a dozen times, and finally saved it locally.
Xie Luyu was obsessed with Weibo when his agent came in from outside and threw a kraft paper portfolio to Xie Luyu.
The agent is seven or eight years older than Xie Luyu. He is very efficient and attentive. He usually handles everything for Xie Luyu.
It's just a bit, like my mother, it is irritable and gentle, and there are northeast people. They are a Northeast. They usually converge their accents.
"The divorce is over. The lawyer is very good. I heard that he didn't suffer at all. He will give me his mobile phone number later. I will contact him if I have anything to do in the future. Those things I threw at you were brought here by the lawyer today. He said that you I haven't gone to get it yet, so I said, are you concerned about the progress? You're getting divorced just like I'm getting divorced."
After finishing speaking, without waiting for Xie Luyu to speak, he pouted and slapped himself. He had been in love with his wife for five years and just got married this year. It was the time when they were so inseparable that they looked like eyeballs.
Xie Luyu casually put the bag into the office drawer.
"What's there to care about? I don't know him, he doesn't know me, we don't have any interactions with each other, not before and never in the future."
"Thank you Luyu for your vow."
***
Gu Qingchi pushed forward most of the remaining cat food.
Little Lihua reluctantly stepped forward and ate two pieces, then refused to move. She quietly sneaked up to Gu Qingchi and crawled into his arms.
Gu Qingchi did not lift it out of his arms, but touched its slightly swollen belly, lifted it by the back of the neck and stuffed it into the cat bag.
I simply put on my coat and carried the cat bag and went out.
¡°Perhaps it was because of the night, there were not many people at the pet hospital, and there was only one girl who brought her golden retriever to get vaccinated.
Soon it was Gu Qingchi¡¯s turn. After some examinations, B-ultrasound and X-rays, the kitten crawled into Gu Qingchi¡¯s arms.
The doctor looked through the information.
¡°It¡¯s definitely ascites, but I¡¯m not sure yet whether it¡¯s abdominal transmission. I¡¯ll have to wait another two hours.¡±
He put the information aside.
"I have to tell you first, if it is a case of abdominal transmission from cats, we generally recommend euthanasia. The mortality rate of abdominal transmission reaches 95%. There is no precedent for curing this disease. We can only continue to use medicine and injections without stopping. And the price is not low, often the money is spent and the cat is not cured.¡±
Gu Qingchi nodded, expressing understanding.
It was finally diagnosed as abdominal transmission.
The treatment fee is indeed expensive. It costs about 15,600 yuan a month plus various nutritional supplements. Gu Qingchi has never gone out to save money. He only has one person and one cat, so he doesn¡¯t think too much about spending money. Be cool and unrestrained.
¡°But he earns money quickly and plentifully from his work, and tips can usually be worth a month¡¯s salary. Gu Qingchi doesn¡¯t have anything special to spend money on, so even though he doesn¡¯t go out of his way to save money, he still has a lot in his card.
But the sum of all his current savings is only enough for one month of treatment.
Gu Qingchi first paid the fee for a course of treatment.
The doctor confirmed again and again.
"Although the symptoms are not serious now, if you need long-term treatment, you can't stop taking the medicine at all. If you can't afford it in the end, I suggest you stay in peace. It's good for both of you."
Gu Qingchi thanked him for the reminder.
"Let's prescribe the medicine first."
He said calmly.
" Gu Qingchi doesn't necessarily like the little civet flower very much, but when he brought it back, he already had the consciousness to take on its life.
He rarely got close to the little civet flower and held it in his arms. The little civet flower balled up and licked Gu Qingchi's palm enthusiastically.
Gu Qingchi sighed.
"You are really unlucky."
Gu Qingchi is actually a somewhat lazy person. Although he will not shirk his work, if he finds a lifestyle that he feels comfortable with, he will not change it easily.
Unless something has to change, like now, his monthly salary plus tips can barely cover Xiao Lihua¡¯s treatment costs at best.
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Xie Luyu: It¡¯s still a day to dig a hole for yourself.
Thank you to the little angels who voted for me or gave me the nutrient solution~
Thanks to the little angels who threw [landmines]: Tianxi Aheng 10 pieces; good and bad pieces of meat 7 pieces;
Thank you to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:
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