Unable to use the name Floating Life, Song Ci had to go into battle with his real name.

Fortunately, no one took the name Song Ci, so Song Ci successfully changed his nickname.

"By the way, you have Weibo, let's close each other." Song Ci raised his arm and stabbed Chu Rong in the waist, and said.

"Okay, what's your Weibo name?!" Chu Rong was holding the phone, feeling strangely itchy where Song Ci stabbed his waist.

"Because the name of the game was taken, so I had to play with my real name." When Song Ci said this, his tone was rather regretful.

But this is the end of the matter, and there is nothing to do.

Chu Rong's finger entered Song Ci's name in the search bar, and then pressed search.

Soon I found Song Ci's Weibo.

"Okay." Without hesitation, he clicked Follow, and the number of followers of Chu Rong's Weibo finally changed from 0 to 1.

As soon as Chu Rong spoke, Song Ci's cell phone rang a reminder.

The Weibo that Song Ci just registered, and other notification methods, haven't been set up yet.

So now it's all in the default mode, and the prompt sound is the same.

Song Ci found his first fan, and it was indeed Chu Rong.

After also clicking Follow, Song Ci felt that she should improve her Weibo information.

In this regard, Chu Rong naturally had no objection.

He had misunderstood a wave of Song Ci before, and he still felt very embarrassed.

Therefore, when Song Ci perfected the information, Chu Rong put down his mobile phone and worked on the live broadcast software silently.

The two were immersed in their own world, and completely forgot the Weibo incident they provoked.

At this moment, a group of people in the group are crying for mutual understanding.

It took a long time for Chu Rong to see these words in the group yelling for mutual understanding.

But Chu Rong who saw these words really just took a look.

As a good boyfriend, Chu Rong felt that it was enough to have Song Ci in his attention column.

However, Chu Rong looked at Song Ci, who was staring at the phone, and wanted him not to pay attention to others, but looking at Song Ci's delicate profile, he didn't know how to speak.

"What's the matter, keep staring at me?" Although Song Ci's eyes were fixed on the phone, she could still feel the sight of one side staring at her.

However, I read some sort of rainbow or Song Ci of pure love comics on Weibo, and I was watching it now, so I didn't have time to reply, so I just asked.

"It's okay." Chu Rong shook his head, saying nothing.

This kind of requirement is actually unnecessary, so it's better to forget it.

Seeing Chu Rong's attitude, Song Ci felt that something was wrong.

At this moment, he finally turned his head to look at Chu Rong, and found nothing wrong with Chu Rong.

However, it was the same thing not to find out, but Chu Rong was obviously wrong just now.

Therefore, Song Ciyanya moved to Chu Rong's side, close to the thief, and asked mysteriously: "Is it all right?!"

Chu Rong smiled and nodded.

Song Ci suddenly sat upright, then raised his hand to hug Chu Rong's neck from the side, and said unceremoniously, "I don't believe it."

Song Ci is not a stupid person, Chu Rong is obviously wrong, how could she give up questioning because of Chu Rong's duplicity.

Therefore, Song Ci is also getting stronger, and he has to pester Chu Rong to speak out.

"It's really okay." Chu Rong stretched out his hand to embrace Song Ci's shoulder. It was really dangerous for the other party's action to be punctual and dangerous. If he fell to the ground, he would be injured.