Imperial capital.

Lei Ming was attending a dinner party, with big fish, big meat, good wine and good food.

Everyone was having fun eating and drinking.

Suddenly.

"Mingming." A colleague who was sitting on the sofa on the private room was resting with Weibo and shouted Lei Ming in a strange way.

A table of people stopped drinking and chatting and looked at the man.

Lei Ming turned around and said with a smile: "Pan Lang, I thought you ran away, but it turned out that I was hiding there, what's wrong?"

Pan Lang looked a little weird and said, "You should check it out on Weibo quickly. It seems that your artist is causing trouble."

Everyone was surprised.

Who did Lei Ming’s artist fight with?

Thinking of it, everyone quickly logged into Weibo.

Someone also asked while browsing on Weibo: "Whose Weibo? Amin's artist has various malicious attacks from seven friends. Lei Ming's phone call tonight asked Wang Zi'an to completely cut off the idea of ​​reaching an understanding with the world.

Then, rely on your talent and unrestrainedness, and a grand event will be worth your life.

He and Kexin were almost out of food, so if they wanted to be black, they would be blacked to the end.

"I thought I wanted to cleanse myself and go back to the road. Haha, if I can't become a white horse, then I will be a dark horse and a wild horse." Wang Zi'an picked up his mobile phone to browse Weibo, and looked at the comments that had exceeded 10,000 with relish.

Netizens, there are all kinds of ugly words, but Wang Zian is indifferent.

"Prince An, you are just a scum."

"Prince An, your ancestral tomb has been dug up, go and have a look."

"Trump, destroy my goddess!"

"Haha, no wonder he deserves to be killed by his parents!"

"There is a father and a mother, but no parents teach him."

“…”

At this time, Yao Mingyue was leaning against the curtain and reading Weibo.

She did not follow Wang Zi'an's Weibo. After logging onto her Weibo, she entered the three words "Prince An" in the search box and then clicked to search.

The first one in the search results is Wang Zi'an's Weibo.

Click to enter Wang Zi'an's Weibo homepage.

When Yao Mingyue almost fainted when she saw the content of Wang Zi'an's Weibo post tonight.

The first few words on Weibo are not important.

What matters is the poem that follows.

"The agent called me tonight. It's been two years since the company finally started to take me flying. I'm very happy and couldn't help writing a poem..."

This is the first half of the Weibo post by Wang Zi'an tonight.

The second half is a poem.

"Silent night thinking

The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground.
Chapter completed!