Chapter 801 Withdrawal of hot search

In China itself, the laws in this area are very weak. Song Jingwan was not very worried, but her mood was still affected.

The situation that was finally reversed was beaten back to its original shape in an instant.

Her fans, with those fighting blacks, can't talk to each other.

[I can’t figure it out, why do you want to take a plagiarism drama? Are you not a white rich and beautiful person? Is it difficult to get good resources? 】

[The fan has turned around, ha ha, plagiarism is always black! 】

[I haven't been online for a while, wow, this plagiarism novel is really willing to pick up? Hey, when I saw it as a newcomer, I was not surprised. Girl, I advise you, even if you are a newcomer, you should cherish the feathers. Don't even forget the basic three views for the sake of fire. This matter will accompany you throughout your life and become your stain! 】

[Is there enough people in the comment section? The incident was spread in a small area for a while, and there was no news later. If there is no evidence in itself, you can scold the original author if you want to scold it. What did you come to Wanwan to say here? Isn't she a victim? 】

[That's right, I don’t want to watch Wanwan's fire anymore, I just want to keep the heat! If you want to fight a lawsuit, why did you go earlier? Come and fight now? 】

[Why, you have to choose a lucky day when you file a lawsuit against the plagiarism? Plagiarism should be beaten right away! You are in charge of when others choose, even if they are bad choices, what about when you just finished shooting? You deserve it! Bah, thief! 】

"Boom—"

Song Jingwan closed her eyes and threw the phone out.

"True."

She was taken aback and pursed her lips, "Who?"

"Jingwan, what's the matter?"

It was Song Wenchuan's voice, with seemingly nonchalant concerns in the seemingly cold tone.

Song Jingwan opened the door abruptly, and slammed into Song Wenchuan's arms with red eyes.

He didn't speak, just bowed his head and cried blindly.

Hot tears wet his shirt.

"Why cry?"

Song Jingwan shook her head, her head drooping, refusing to look at Song Wenchuan, and said dumbly: "No, nothing."

"Really?" Song Wenchuan lowered his eyes, his hands hanging beside him, so he didn't take the initiative, but he didn't refuse to let Song Jingwan hold him.

This is his sister. Song Wenchuan really couldn't be hard-hearted when he saw the big one since he was a child.

However, what happened is what happened, and it is still impossible to return to the beginning.

Song Jingwan's eyes flickered, and she nodded gently, "Really."

"Really?" Song Wenchuan watched her bow her head back to the door, nodded slightly, and moved up. "I'll let someone investigate."

"Brother don't—"

Song Jingwan was startled and quickly grabbed the hem of his clothes, biting her lips with tears, "I said so."

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"Slim, hot search has been withdrawn."

When Xu Yue called, Song Yaoya was having a dinner with Kang Yuan, along with several investors.

"Oh?"

Song Yaoya smiled slowly, she spoke to Kang Yuan softly, got up and got out of the box.

Huo Si saw her and asked what happened with his eyes, and saw Song Yaoya raise his hand to signal to answer the phone.

"Well, the news has all been suppressed, and there is a lot of discussion, but if this goes on, it will not maintain much heat."

"is it?"

Song Yaoya leaned against the wall and smiled lightly when he heard the words, "Then they are quite capable."

"It was not made by the peerless concubine, it was Song Jingwan."

"Song Jingwan?"

She rubbed the phone and raised her brow.

In the dim light, her small porcelain white face is particularly eye-catching.

(End of this chapter)