Chapter 1079 Warning, excessive sweetness (24)
"Good quality blood is hard to find."
The man licked the corners of his lips, as if thinking about it, and the blood in his eyes did not fade.
"Only one out of a hundred thousand people can satisfy me with his taste."
He raised his red eyes and stared at Jiang Tang.
"So I'm often hungry."
"Is this one cup enough?"
"It's not enough, but if you drink too much, it will taste bad. Blood that tastes bad is the most disgusting."
Jiang Tang crossed his arms and put down the bottle.
"Then it's really difficult for you to drink the blood pack."
Song Naichao shook his head.
"He was afraid that you would be angry, so he drank."
This "he" is another personality.
To Jiang Tang's expectation, the two personalities got along quite harmoniously. As for who was the main character and who was the sub-personality, Jiang Tang suspected that the other personality was the sub-personality.
The main personality was starved, and a sub-personality emerged from starvation.
Of course, this is just Jiang Tang's guess. To be sure, he still needs to get along with him again.
In the next few days, Jiang Tang did not see Song Naichao's other personality again.
Banban didn't urge her to complete the task as soon as possible, so Jiang Tang became lazy and ate after eating and sleeping every day. As a model, she developed a small circle of fat on her belly.
The manager asked her to post more about her daily life with Mr. Song, and take this opportunity to use love to clear her name.
Jiang Tang worked hard, sending out one piece a day and two pieces a day.
Song Naichao is like an old antique. He doesn't know Weibo, let alone all kinds of strange speculations about him on the Internet.
Watching Jiang Tang brush the tablet, he would come over to watch when nothing happened.
"How...how to post this?"
He looked at the videos and photos on the page and asked casually.
Jiang Tang raised his eyebrows and pointed with his beautiful fingernails at the plus sign on the page.
"Click here to edit and send."
"Send it out so everyone can see it?"
"Yeah." "How many people can see it?"
Jiang Tang thought for a while, then clicked on his homepage and pointed to the number of fans on it.
"It depends on how many fans you have. The more fans you have, the more people will see it. I have six million fans, so many people will like and forward the photos I post."
As a senior internet-addicted girl, the original owner likes to post some clips and photos of her daily life. Every time, tens of thousands of people comment on her, some praising and some scolding her. The original owner was once driven to the point of depression by these anti-fans, but Jiang Tang was not at all affected. not give a damn about.
Many people have never seen her with their own eyes, relying on some gossips claiming to be exclusive.
She lives in the revelations made up by others. She is what everyone wants her to be.
How strange.
To look good is to have plastic surgery.
To be rich means to be taken care of.
If you are in a bad mood, you are acting like a big star.
Luckily she has money, whatever they say.
……
Jiang Tang tapped the comments on the screen, opened them, and continued.
"How long have you lived?"
Song Naichao said without hesitation.
"More than eight hundred years, almost nine hundred years."
"That's really an old thing. Have you learned it yet?"
Jiang Tang looked at his mobile phone. The screen was very clean, without any entertainment software.
Song Naichao thought for a while, then nodded.
"Yes."
At night, after taking a bath, Jiang Tang was eating takeout, a large bowl of spicy crayfish and two extra pancakes.
The woman had a dry hair hat on her head, her face was turned upside down, one leg was raised high on the marble steps, and she was peeling lobster shells with her neck stretched out, her mouth full of oil.
That's the only thing that's good about modern society. You can just tap on your phone to eat whatever you want.
I was eating vigorously when suddenly a white light flashed before my eyes.
Jiang Tang raised his head and saw Song Naichao holding a mobile phone and pointing it at his head.
(End of chapter)