Netizen: 6666, with this na and profile, I give 101 points, one extra point so you don’t get cocky.
Netizen: Little Jane is everyone’s, don’t fantasize that she’s only yours.
Netizen: I’m going to change the nickna I’ve had for many years. Hello, I am Mr. First Branch of Little Jane’s family. May I ask, which uncle-in-law of my little Jane are you?
Netizen: This fan, your uniqueness really is 6666.
Netizen: I feel the sa burning passion for Little Jane in your heart as in mine.
That wasn’t all, Jane Sampson refreshed the page and discovered that Jas had been replying to these comnts one after another.
No wonder he hadn’t replied to her WhatsAPP, he probably was all caught up on twitter and taking people on seriously.
To the first netizen, Jas replied with just one word: Hmm.
Very good, this reply, so typical of Jas’s economical use of words.
The second reply: Jane Sampson is mine alone.
The third reply: I am Jane Sampson’s husband.
The fourth reply: Just telling the truth.
The fifth reply: How you feel about her, and how I feel about her, are not the sa.
Each reply was painstakingly precise down to the choice of words.
Jane Sampson smiled lightly with arched brows, refreshed the page a few more tis, and when she saw no new comnts from netizens or replies from Jas, she exited twitter and logged back onto WhatsAPP.
Only then did she discover that one minute earlier, Jas had sent her a ssage.
How did you get that verification on twitter? — Jane Sampson’s Mr. Black.
The company did it, why? Why are you asking? — Jas Black’s wife.
After Jane Sampson replied to this ssage, Jas called her.
As soon as Jane picked up, she heard Jas Black speak with a tone as if the world owed him one hundred million, "Your fans really think they own the sky, don’t they?"
After a snort, Jas didn’t wait for Jane to argue, and continued, "If I wanted to take it seriously, how could I do it?"
"What do you want to verify? The guard team isn’t allowed, right? Besides, with your status, even your photo is classified, can you even touch twitter?" Jane asked very curiously.
"You know my twitter account, make the verification information..." Jas paused, then slowly said, "Jane Sampson’s husband."
"..." Jane was thunderstruck, standing there completely dumbfounded for a long while, unable to recover her senses.
Was this guy serious?
Or was he just kidding with her?
Was he absolutely sure, truly sure he wasn’t just joking?
"Is it too troubleso?" seeing Jane not speaking, Jas asked.
"It’s not about it being troubleso or not, rather..." Jane thought for a mont and said, "twitter doesn’t offer this kind of husband and wife verification, after all, it’s not the Civil Affairs Office, right? Who can manage who you verify as whose husband? If that was possible, wouldn’t twitter beco a complete ss?"
After waiting for a while, Jane then heard him grunt.
Jane figured, if she could see Jas’s face at this mont, his face was probably blacker than the bottom of a pot.
This one grunt was full of disdain.
Disdain that twitter wouldn’t verify him as Jane Sampson’s husband.
"Forget it." After a long while, Jas sighed, thinking to himself that Jane was right, twitter couldn’t verify the relationship between a husband and wife.
After sighing, Jas continued, "Go back through your WhatsAPP ssages, to the one I sent during the day, and reply to imdiately."
Having said that, Jas hung up the phone.
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