Chapter 1963 How Shameless 2

——Brother Luo is so cute...

Everyone finally praised him for being mature and charming, and actor Han finally felt better.

However, when I saw this comment saying he was cute, my face suddenly turned bad.

How could he use the adjective cute when he is such a mature and charming man?

No, it must be deleted!

What if Zhuang Xuejun sees him? It will affect his image in the mind of his future wife.

For the sake of his own glorious image, the Korean actor very coldly deleted this comment.

Then he calmly posted another Weibo post.

Han Luoqi V: If you love me, praise me for being mature and charming.

Then, reply unanimously below that I, Brother Luo, is the most mature and charming.

I saw the comments floor that kept building up, all praising him for being mature and charming.

The actor Han's vanity is extremely satisfying.

I will show these comments to Zhuang Xuejun tomorrow and see if she still dares to call him naive!

Satisfied, he turned off the lights, covered himself with a quilt and went to sleep.

Five minutes later, the brain nerves that had just been convulsed slowly woke up.

"Grass!"

Han Luoqi got up in a panic, clicked on Weibo to see what he had just posted, and suddenly wanted to hit him to death!

The look in his eyes as he stares at the phone makes him want to burn a hole!

Who posted such a childish Weibo, who posted it, who posted it! ! !

It's definitely not him.

Looking at the rising number of comments below, Actor Han wanted to die and quickly deleted his Weibo account.

I regretted it after deleting it. This is obviously a guilty conscience.

So he posted another Weibo post.

Han Luoqi V: Sorry, my Weibo account was hacked just now.

——Ahahahaha, Brother Luo, do you want to laugh me to death?

——Well, my account was hacked in the middle of the night. I posted on Weibo and replied to fans. We understand.

——[Laughing and crying] [Laughing and crying] God, stop being funny, okay? Who dares to steal your account?

——The funniest thing in the final draft is that even if the account was stolen, I could take a photo of Brother Luo’s bed and post it on the blog, which is awesome. Who stole it? Could it be that Mrs. Luo stole it?

——Ahem, I didn’t expect that everyone would find out. That’s right, I stole my husband’s number. Please call me Mrs. Luo.

——Hahahaha, why is Brother Luo so cute? If his account was really hacked, how could he be discovered in the middle of the night?

——Everyone, don’t be like this. Brother Luo wants to cover up his childish behavior just now. We must cooperate. Brother Luo, we believe that your account has been hacked. We feel sorry for you (please keep the formation downstairs)

——Brother Luo, we believe your account has been hacked, and we feel sorry for you (please stay in formation downstairs)

——Brother Luo, we believe your account has been hacked, and we feel sorry for you (please stay in formation downstairs)

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Han Luoqi, "..."

These people are so unlovable.

Can't you give him some face?

I really want to slap myself, posting something on Weibo in the middle of the night is so shameful!

Sure enough, he is so idle that it hurts. It seems that he needs a wife!

Anyway, I have already deleted my Weibo once and lost my face once, so I would like to lose my face again, so I deleted my Weibo again.

It should calm down by tomorrow, right?

After all, it was night, and the number of people who knew was limited, so there wouldn't be any trouble.

However, he appears to have underestimated his influence.

Although it was deleted on Weibo, the picture had already been taken by true fans.

Various topics emerged one after another. After several hours of fermentation, by dawn, they had become popular.

Han Luoqi was woken up by the rapid ringing of his cell phone. His manager Xiao Zhou's life-threatening series of calls almost exploded his cell phone!