Your voice is very similar to my CP

Chapter 22

Don't mention Wenhao in front of pandas...

He is a brainless black...

The voice of the Great God seemed to ring in his ears.

Tong Qian regained his senses and quickly glanced at Wen Hao, praying in his heart that Wen Hao didn't see the words on the screen just now.

But things backfired.

"Hey, did I see the bad reviews just now?" Wen Hao said in surprise, he glanced at Tong Qian and was about to take the mouse.

Tong Qian was the first to press down on the mouse and quickly said: "Brother Wen, you must have read it wrong, don't you see that this is all praise for you!"

Wen Hao pushed Tong Qian's hand away and said, "No, it just passed by, I'll turn back and have a look."

"Oh, what's so interesting, everyone swipes the screen so fast, how can you find it." Tong Qian held the mouse tightly and didn't let go, as if he would die with the mouse.

Wen Hao saw that Tong Qian's hands were integrated with the mouse, shrugged his shoulders, unplugged the mouse from the USB port, and then used the touch keyboard that came with the notebook.

Brother Wen, when did you become so witty! ! !

I saw him operate it twice skillfully, and the screen swiping records kept turning forward. After about 2 minutes, he frowned when he saw the message sent by Fat Dajun, "Is it that ugly?"

"It sounds good, it sounds good!! Brother Wen, you know, there are always some people on the Internet who like to come out and sing against others, making it look like you are so unique." Tong Qian secretly told Fat Dajun in his heart. Sorry, I really didn't mean to be black on purpose, but I just think of a way to fool Wen Hao now.

Wen Hao thought about it carefully and said, "Does he have a problem with you?"

"Yes...yes...to me??" Tong Qian was a little confused for a moment, not knowing how Wen Hao's strange brain circuit turned, and why he came to such a conclusion.

"That's right, I don't know him well, he must have a problem with you, then I'm your friend, and he also has a problem with me, so he said that my singing is bad."

Tong Qian breathed a sigh of relief, followed Wen Hao's train of thought and said: "Yes, yes, he just has a problem with me! It's annoying!"

Wen Hao asked curiously, "Why?"

"Why? For... why..."

"Yeah, why does he hate you?"

"Why does he hate me..." Tong Qian repeated the question unconsciously, and panicked with his inflexible brain, "Why..."

Tong Qian muttered for a long time, but he couldn't think of a reason, but Wen Hao stared at him so curiously, he must break the casserole and ask the bottom line, it was impossible to perfunctory, his eyes wandered guiltily, suddenly a flash of inspiration!

"I see!"

Wen Hao didn't know, so he asked, "Huh?"

Tong Qian pretended to cough twice and said solemnly: "It's actually like this. Pang Dajun likes a great god in the circle called Nan'an, who was the one before I went to wheat. But, the great god and I have a good relationship..." Then he He gave Wen Hao a meaningful expression.

Wen Hao suddenly realized: "I understand, I didn't expect this kind of emotional entanglement to occur in a small network."

Tong Qian nodded with a dry smile, and kept apologizing to Nan'an and Fat Dajun in his heart. He really didn't mean to damage your reputation on purpose!

I thought this matter was just exposed, but Wen Hao said again: "I always feel that Pang Dajun is a little familiar. I searched on Weibo, and I always feel that I have seen it somewhere."

This sentence made Tong Qian's heart hang again, but he didn't dare to show it too obviously, he pretended not to care and said: "This name is so bad, it's normal to hear it, there is nothing to check." After speaking, he took Wen Hao's mobile phone and said, "Brother Wen, let's go to the Spring Festival Gala."

"Hey, my phone..." Wen Hao wanted to get the phone back from Tong Qian, but Tong Qian was holding it firmly in his arms, showing no tendency to compromise at all, so he couldn't help saying seriously, "Tong Qian."

Tong Qian's little heart thumped when someone called him that, and finally he could only weakly offer the phone with both hands.

Wen Hao squinted his eyes and looked at him, took the mobile phone from his hand and said, "There must be a problem, otherwise you wouldn't be like this... trying to cover up."

Tong Qian lowered his head and clenched his hands together, as if bowing his head and admitting his mistake.

Wen Hao took the mobile phone and searched for Pang Dajun on Weibo. The home page of Pang Dajun's Weibo page appeared on the homepage. He followed the link and clicked on it.

See Fat Dajun's signature: Professional Hei Wenhao!Unwavering for a hundred years!

Wen Hao glanced at Tong Qian, but Tong Qian still lowered his head and kept looking down.

[Top] Fat Dajun: Happy New Year~~ New Year benefits (good morning dear, good night dear) recording, and an exclusive (happy new year) song by the way~~ [package download link] Fat Dajun: Mine Hot! !That handsome Liang Shutong looks like this? ?Wouldn't Mu Xuerou feel hot eyes when she saw that face? ? [Screenshots] Liang Shutong is the male protagonist of the most popular TV series played by Wen Hao. The nine screenshots sent by Fat Dajun are all pictures with distorted expressions and strange shapes.

Fat Dajun: Oh! no~ It’s enough for the hot eyes of the TV series, why is the ending song sung with this punctuation mark! !The Chinese New Year is coming soon, so let's not make people feel better! ! [Screenshot of distorted expression] Fat Dajun: I passed by the mall today and saw Wen Hao’s promotional picture. I wanted to rush up and use a marker to scribble on his face!But I held back, because I saw a few girls who deviated from aesthetics were taking pictures of that big pie face!I can only find pictures on the Internet and use the ruined pictures to show my satisfaction. I spent an hour on the work, how about it?Are you satisfied? [Picture] Wen Hao clicked on the picture, which is a promotional picture of a watch he endorsed. The original clean poster was destroyed by Fat Dajun and added a lot of messy little stickers, and finally painted him Horrible flaming red lips.He didn't know whether he was angry or funny when he looked at it.

He put down his phone, stared at Tong Qian and said seriously: "I didn't expect that, Tong Qian, you are my black man..."

Tong Qian hurriedly retorted: "No, Brother Wen, how could I hack you, you are so good, it's too late for me to praise you!"

"It's not my black fan, why make friends with my black fan."

"No, no... I... I don't know, I never knew that he was your black fan... I..."

Wen Hao let out a chuckle, he patted Tong Qian's forehead and said, "Just kidding, black fans are black fans, anyway, my black fans have gone too."

Tong Qian hastily expressed his loyalty: "But I'm really not your black fan! I'm definitely your diehard fan!!"

"It turned out that my agent seemed to tell me about this black fan, saying that the number of fans of a black fan is almost catching up with the support club. I didn't pay attention to it at the time. I didn't expect the world to be so small."

Tong Qian didn't know what to say other than "hehehe".

Wen Hao asked curiously, "He also plays dubbing?"

Tong Qian nodded and said, "It seems to be quite famous in the circle."

"I'd like to hear what level he is." As he spoke, he followed the link on Pang Dajun's top Weibo and saw the download page.Download the slightly smaller audio.

"Good night, dear."

A simple sentence made Wen Hao stop on the spot.