Chapter 2429： Harvest a small pink head

"Brother, what should we do now? Are we over?" Bart, who is known for his calm play style, looked at Horace with a beard and long hair trembling with a panic expression on his face.

Charlie, who was still wearing his armor, also looked flustered, and his lips turned pale.

They have already seen the hot search of micro-tweets. It happened five years ago, so long as they can't even remember the little girl's appearance, because this kind of thing has happened many times in the past five years.

Fame is self-evident for an actor.

This incident was exploded, and also received such a huge amount of attention, their career as an actor, I am afraid this is over.

"What are you afraid of? It's just a nameless man. Standing behind me is the Dixon family. This incident will end silently like those things in the past." Horace was rather calm and took a sip of tea. , Grinning with a mouthful of yellow teeth, and said with a smile: "I just saw how many little girls in the extras look pretty, choose one to play at night?"

Charlie and Bart saw that Horace was so calm, their hearts were suddenly calm, and their expressions relaxed a lot.

"Look at which one, I'll bring it to you."

"The girl who was playing with me today was pretty good, would you like to try?"

The two immediately licked them. As long as they hugged Horace's thighs tightly, they were not afraid that there was no show to film and no prizes to take.

...

In the central city of Tuck City, where there is a lot of land and gold, there is a vast manor, a large area of ​​grass and woods, a wide swimming pool, and luxurious villas, which are incompatible with the surrounding high-rise buildings and suspended castles.

This is the Dixon Manor, owned by the Dixon family, one of the oldest and most powerful families in the dungeon.

At this moment, in a villa, an old man is talking with a young man.

"I heard you are in trouble?" The old man was Maureen, the patriarch of the Dixon family.

"It was Horace who had a little trouble. I've already informed Wei Tweet that they will take care of it." Fergus smiled and didn't take the matter to heart.

"I told you a long time ago that Horace is not clean, and he should not interact with him so as not to cause trouble." Maureen was a little displeased.

Fergus narrowed his smile, looked respectful, and lowered his head: "What you said is that Horace is really talented. Over the years, he has made a lot of money for us, and there is nothing in the market. He can afford a big investment director."

Maureen glanced at him, and said in a low voice: "You have to remember your identity, you are fundamentally different from him."

Fergus lowered his head deeper, and said respectfully: "Grandson knows."

"Handle it cleanly, don't let the McCarthy family get the handle." Maureen raised his hand.

"Okay." Fergus got up and left.

After leaving the villa, Fergus showed a cold look on his face. He opened the bracelet and dialed a number. His voice was cold and said, "Find me the address of that Harrison, and find someone to scrap his hand. ."

...

"Miss Nancy, the micro-tweet operator just called me and asked if we can suspend the pk channel and drainage activities? And can Hades' account be temporarily blocked?"

At the recording scene of the Kitchen King Contest, the stocky director walked into the director's office and asked the young woman sitting on the sofa.

"No." The young woman sitting on the sofa was wearing a black high-order dress and a shawl with long brown hair. She raised her head, revealing a pure and cold face, her voice as crisp as an ice spring, "Let's take one for one. Rape and murderer conceal the truth? It's ridiculous."

The director felt that the air in the office was a bit cold, his throat rolled, and he nodded, "I'll call him back."

"Tell him that we have paid the money, and Hades is our official contestant. If they dare to do anything, let his boss come and see me." Nancy added coldly.

"Okay." The director turned and left the office.

"This newcomer is really interesting." Nancy clicked and tweeted Hades's homepage slightly, her mouth curling up.

She didn't intend to stir up the dirty entertainment circle, but since someone made a foul-smelling corner, she didn't mind adding another fire.

Perhaps it was because that paragraph was soaked with blood and tears.

Or was it because of his words that moved her a little?

...

Tuck City CBD, the top floor of the famous twin towers.

A beautiful woman in a bathrobe, lying bare-footed on a sun lounger by the infinity pool, was brushing and pushing with interest.

"The fans have broken three million so soon, this little brother is going to be hot." The woman clicked on Hades's homepage and saw the first tweet he sent, which was a reposted tweet.

About five minutes later, the woman clicked on the comment with red eyes, intending to comment.

result.

She found out that she couldn't comment!

It should be said that this tweet comment was closed!

As a small surfer who has been in the circle for a long time, she certainly can see that this is a ghost of micro-tweet.

She had vaguely heard about Horace before, but was not interested in this aspect, so she hadn't learned more about it.

Seeing this young lady's blood and tears talking today, she was extremely indignant.

A weak girl was wantonly insulted and played by the man who held the power, and in the end she didn't even have a place to complain, she died in despair.

Now, the matter has been exposed, but these people are still hiding it from the murderer and trying to solve the problem.

"Asshole, I don't even put my old lady in my eyes!"

The woman quit the micro tweet, dialed a number, and then scolded.

Three minutes later, Hades was closed in the comment area and added a comment: "Little brother Hades is super justice! I support you!"

"Did you send this?" McGonagall looked at the solitary comment and turned to ask Xi.

Xi Probe glanced, and the ID was a bit familiar, "Isn't this your rich lady?"

McGonagall took a closer look, and the ID with seven colors of light was indeed familiar: Meng was three years old.

"Um..." McGonagall couldn't figure it out.

In the case of micro-tweets, comments were turned off, and reposting was banned, the account was able to send comments, indicating that this account is likely to be a privileged account.

and so……

She said that she was sitting on the Twin Towers, and it was probably true.

Well, this means she is a member of the Dixon family.

And the backer behind Horace is the Dixon family.

And this woman, who should have a high status in the Dixon family, posted such a comment in the comment area, just like a little fan.

McGonagall felt that he was going to be stunned.