电车狼

Chapter 70

Immediately after, he pondered the matter carefully and realized that the little girl was quite brave. When faced with this kind of situation, she retaliated with a clear and direct attitude.

No wonder she was the sister he admired. She was indeed as formidable as her brother!

The two of them rode a small electric car back home, while the guests left at the villa rushed out to fetch the dishes.

After one trip back and forth, which made them sweat from the heat, Jiang Yan went to wash her hair. Just as she came out with her hair damp, He Suyi's eyes lit up, eagerly wanting to blow-dry her hair.

So Jiang Yan obediently sat on the edge of the sofa, while He Suyi sat cross-legged on the sofa, plugged in the hairdryer, and contentedly blow-dried her hair.

The other guys present found the two girls' intimacy endearing, but the true nature of their relationship was exposed by the wailing and howling in the live stream chat.

[Wuwuwu I also want to blow-dry my girlfriend's hair.]

[Didn't they say equality for all? We're all human beings, so why can He Suyi play with a real-life doll?]

[Let me do it, or else I'll kneel down and beg you!]

[In my lifetime, I only wish to experience the treatment that He Suyi enjoys.]

[I really think He Suyi is also a fan of Jiang Yan, look at her blissful little expression, I'm so envious of the child!]

The fans of He Suyi, who originally wanted to make a big fuss and seize the title of "Queen of Variety Shows," were dumbfounded. Even before Jiang Yan's fans said anything, the variety show fans had already started criticizing their idol.

Just because their big sister could blow-dry Jiang Yan's hair?

Wasn't that too absurd?

Did Jiang Yan know some kind of soul-capturing technique? She made one variety show fan after another cry out, wanting to be her mother.

He Suyi's major fans were indignant. They watched the replay over and over again, trying to uncover the true face of this little green tea girl Jiang Yan, who only knew how to act cute and act spoiled.

However, as they watched, more and more comments appeared on the screen admitting their admiration for Jiang Yan.

[I've watched it three times, and I'm going to drown in my girlfriend's smile.]

[Wuwuwu, how can she be so adorable, I really want to know what color burlap sack she likes.]

[Does the production crew have no humanity, how could they let my baby use her hands to catch fish?]

[Baby got hurt, come to mommy's arms, mommy has medicine here.]

[The one before, deduct points! The abacus beads almost hit me in the face.]

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However, the IDs of these people made others laugh and cry. Things like "He Suyi is the only beauty," "Hug my Suyi," "A mouthful of sweet Suyi," "He's servant under the skirt"... The passersby were all dazzled.

Jiang Yan sat on the sofa with her white and soft-looking face, eating potato chips, while He Suyi blow-dried her black, silky hair and combed it through, fully satisfied with the joy of taking care of her girlfriend.

Originally, the atmosphere was harmonious, but the System had to come out and make mischief. In Jiang Yan's consciousness, it exaggeratedly said: Your little cutie has appeared!

Jiang Yan coldly and heartlessly said, "Goodbye."

The System arrogantly snorted, "I'm here to remind you to do your task, don't get too complacent here."

"I know, goodbye."

"Why have you been looking down on me ever since I upgraded? Tell me what I did wrong, and I can change."

The System asked sincerely, seeming very inquisitive.

"Your appearance," Jiang Yan said expressionlessly.

The System sounded like it had been severely injured. Since it couldn't breathe itself, it played an audio clip of faint breathing, acting out the appearance of being in agony. "Okay, then, I'll leave." Then there was a creaking sound, as if it had rolled away.

Prompted by the System's reminder, Jiang Yan created a small anonymous account on her phone that night.

But what should she criticize? He Suyi had just blown her hair for her today.

After pondering for a while, Jiang Yan had a bright idea.

A few minutes later, a new Weibo post appeared out of nowhere: He Suyi's hair-blowing technique is not professional at all, she's not a real all-rounder!

It was normal for a newly-opened account to have no followers. However, after a while, Jiang Yan suddenly received a reply.

He's servant under the skirt: That's right, you should let me do it instead.

Jiang Yan was dumbfounded. This person's avatar and ID clearly showed that they were a fan of He Suyi, so why would they agree with her, a small anti-fan?

Could this be some kind of advanced sarcasm?

Jiang Yan slowly sank into contemplation.