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Rong Congbai clicked on the file that the mouse had passed on in the four evil groups, looked at the faces of strange men, and the face of a woman who looked very much like a funny woman in his family, and sneered.

“A fake is a fake after all.”

Harmful group.

[He Yao: That woman is probably going to post a V blog to clarify. 】

[Mouse: Well? clarify? Wait a minute? 】

[Fly: Mouse, what is your IQ! If that woman wants to step on Shu Cheng's position, can she not know how powerful Shu Cheng is? Clarify earlier, when Shu Cheng troubles her, she has reason to accuse Shu Cheng of being aggressive in front of the public! What about IQ? ! Such a simple truth! 】

Rong Congbai narrowed his eyes slightly, wanting to step on her to take over?

Where did she get her courage and confidence?

Do you really think she just relies on her appearance?

Package? Can the Nobel Prize be packaged? Can the Oscars wrap it up?

madness.

[Mosquito: From today onwards, I don't want to see Lang Entertainment News. 】

[He Yao: I understand. 】

[Mouse: Got it! 】

[Fly: Understood! Guaranteed to complete the mission! Proper drop! 】

...

While the marriage rumors became more and more intense, a clarification on Weibo gradually became afraid of being trending.

[Jiang Yimeng V: I'm sorry for causing trouble to everyone, I'm not Shu Cheng, please don't misunderstand [Smile] [Picture] [Picture]]

Rong Congbai sneered when he saw the photo she posted that looked like Shu Cheng, and he wanted to make publicity but he had to tie Shu Cheng up.

He let her fly as high as she wanted, and only when she was praised higher would she fall harder.

It has to be said that Rong Congbai's and Rong Junyi's brain circuits are exactly the same in this respect.

For a while the wind direction changed again.

[I said that the male god must not have a marriage change, the male god is not that kind of person! But this young lady really looks like a male god! Super cool to say! On behalf of Shu Chengfan, I would like to thank Miss Sister for sending clarification on Weibo in the first time! [Refill]]

[Labor and management said that An Da couldn't be that kind of person! 】

[Miss looks like a god! She also has a good temper. I checked the little sister's Weibo, and the young lady is also a top student in a prestigious 985 school! She looks so good-looking and studies so well, her boyfriend is also good-looking, talented and beautiful, congratulations. 】

[Fuck, shit, shit! I just browsed Miss Sister's Weibo, Miss Sister is really excellent, she is super good at calligraphy and painting, she is also super good at studying, she looks so good-looking, she is simply a winner in life! 】

Jiang Yimeng burst into flames for a while.

With a very similar appearance and almost perfect resume to Shu Cheng, she became very popular on the Internet, and was called "Little Shu Cheng" by netizens.

There are drafts about Jiang Yimeng everywhere.

[Xiao Shucheng and Shu Cheng without makeup pk, netizen: Xiao Shucheng wins! 】

【How good is Xiao Shucheng? 】

【Jiang Yimeng—the goddess of learning bully from childhood to adulthood】

【Jiang Yimeng: I'm not Shu Cheng! Not inferior to her! 】

In the Internet age, many netizens follow suit and comment.

Under the large-scale touting Jiang Yimeng's beauty and education, as well as the low-key draft, everyone's favor for Jiang Yimeng has also risen linearly.

Jiang Yimeng blew on the freshly applied nail polish, looked in the mirror, and made a phone call. With a smile in her beautiful eyes, she said in a coquettish voice, "Godfather~ Shall I go there today?"

"Oh~ Baby misses you~" Jiang Yimeng's soft and charming voice was transmitted to the ear of the greasy man on the other side through the mobile phone.

The greasy man was so busy working on the company's property, but he was dazzled by the woman's voice, and he replied "Okay, okay" several times, and suddenly forgot that several cooperation projects were inexplicably interrupted.