Chapter 119

"What's the ultimate trick?" Song Yunwu is now in a hurry to seek medical treatment, looking at Ximen with a glimmer of hope.

Simon ran to the second floor quickly, and then came down with a red plastic bag: "come on! Pick one!"

Song Yunwu came up to have a look, and his face suddenly darkened: "isn't this a wig!?"

"Yes!" Simon Qing nodded. A while ago, because ah Zhu died, she was threatened by a group of fans to send blades. She was a little counselled, so she bought some cross dressing props. Naturally, all kinds of wigs are indispensable.

"Bald head is the most suitable wig," Simon Qing said, taking out a big wave to the charterer, "come on, try this."

Song Yunwu looked at it and immediately shook his head: "no! I don't want to wear this wig!"

"Come on, come on," Ximen Qing kept trying, "try it and you won't get pregnant."

"No, no, oh, shit!" Song Yunwu finally couldn't help but stare at Ximen.

Out of his usual habits, Simon was subconsciously honest: "well, choose one yourself."

Song Yunwu thought. Indeed, wigs are an emergency measure. It's better than wearing a big bald head. After all, she's a girl.

After rummaging in Ximen Qing's bag, she finally picked up a black long and straight wig. When she put it on in the mirror, she thought it was ok, so she turned to Ximen Qing and said, "that's it, huh? What are you doing?"

Song Yunwu found that XiMenqing was stunned there, just like wood.

"Shit! Who are you, beauty?" XiMenqing looked at Song Yunwu, who seemed to be a fairy, and couldn't help but feel sad. "I should have burned your instant noodle head earlier!"

She always knew that the charterer was very good-looking, but she never knew that she could be so good-looking. It's all a pot of instant noodles and glasses at the bottom of the bottle!

With this change of hairstyle, the charterer can almost make that kind of ugly woman's big turn movie.

"How dare you mention it?" Song Yunwu said angrily, clenching his fist. "No matter how my hair is, it's my own. How can a wig be better than real hair!"

Simon Qing looked at her and said, "trust me, don't make instant noodles any more. You're wasting resources."

Song Yunwu ignored her. It was her longing for her idol. How could she change it. And she didn't think there was any difference between her instant noodle head and black long straight.

"Get ready quickly. Take out snacks, fruits and everything. The guests will arrive soon."

"All right." Simon nodded and wanted to take Xiaoguai to prepare something.

Suddenly, she stopped: "wait, charterer, have we forgotten something?"

"What?" Song Yunwu was adjusting her wig in front of the mirror and said casually, "do you think I should get some double-sided tape, or what if my hair falls off?"

"Don't you care about your brother more than double-sided tape?" Simon Qing reminded.

"Ah!" Song Yunwu seemed to remember, "brother!"

She hurriedly called song Yunge, but she was very worried. After all, he was used by them to catch whales. It was estimated that the mobile phone had already been flooded.

However, the phone really got through.

"Sister, you finally think of me."

"Hmm? Where are you? Why don't you call me if the phone works?"

"As soon as I got ashore, my mobile phone had just been charged, and you called." song Yunge at the other end of the phone was very sad.

"That's really a coincidence." Song Yunwu said subconsciously.

As a result, song Yunge became more and more depressed: "I'd rather not be so coincidental!"

"What's the matter?" Song Yunwu said in his heart, "are you around..."

Just then, a woman's voice came over the phone: "your sister called you? Good luck!"

Then I heard song Yunge's hysterical roar: "don't come here -"

Click... Doo... Doo

The phone stopped suddenly.

Song Yunwu's heart sank.

"It's over. My brother is with that woman."

Holland's ears were so sharp that she suddenly heard the girl's voice in her cell phone, and her face became scary.

He came to Luna Jones's ear and said a few words. The latter also changed his face: "what, Simon, I suddenly thought I had to pay a new year's call to other families, so I left first."

"Aren't you a rotten Chinese? You celebrate the new year too?" Simon asked subconsciously.

But by the time she finished, Luna Jones had slipped away with two men.

Sophie ajani, it's so scary!

Ximen saw the situation and looked at Song Yunwu: "Hey, charterer, what's the matter with you?"

"What should I do?" Song Yunwu subconsciously took Ximen Qing as the backbone. "My brother seems to be entangled by Sophie ajani."

"Ha?" Simon Qing stared, then turned white, "there's no help. Wait to die and leave."

Then she went up immediately and began to pack up her clothes and shoes.

"What are you doing?" Song Yunwu asked.

"I'll go out first to avoid being hurt by that guy." Simon's voice came from the second floor.

Song Yunwu didn't look good today: "idiot zombie! You dare to go out of this door today and don't come back in the future!"

Ximen Qing poked his head out of the second floor: "isn't it, charterer, so heartless?"

"Will your conscience not hurt if you leave me alone to face such a terrible existence?" Song Yunwu complained.

Simon Qing touched his cushion: "sorry, I can't touch my conscience."

"Die!"

Threatened by song Yunwu, XiMenqing finally gave up running.

"Forget it, anyway, I'm also eight fierce. Who's afraid of who?"

She usually lies on the sofa and brushes her microblog.

Of course, the login is not her cartoonist's love number, but the number of Tsing Yi yeast.

"9981" is not surprisingly popular. Although the number of fans in her B station has not risen as much as before because of a bottleneck. However, the number of microblog fans is rising slowly. Up to now, there are more than 500000.

The private letter is basically full every time she opens it, and she can't read it.

But on the hot search list, this song only ranked 30th. After all, it's just a two-dimensional self hi. This song is liked by Zhonger disease, but it doesn't have much impact on the outside world.

In contrast, her Asian dance king video ranked in the top 10 and ranked seventh.

This is the end of the year. How many stars have crowded their heads to go on a hot search? And make complaints about Spring Festival Gala.

To stand out in such an army, I have to say that netizens are really boring.

"Why do you go up like this?" Simon was depressed. "Don't you get drunk and dance? It's necessary to make everyone know?"

She quickly changed her number and sent a microblog with the main number: "will you stop sending videos of me getting drunk?" (convex 0) ω 0 (convex)