Chapter 3469: Gong Qing, he can't come

The reporters excitedly photographed all this. It was great, and the big news came out again.
All things that are contrary to common sense and unexpected are the favorites of journalists.
Song Songchong everyone bowed and introduced her new book in her simple and simple style.
She personally handed out the new book to everyone-even the fan cutie standing outside the door, she passed them one by one.
"You deserve it, thank you!" Song Song bowed again to thank you.
The new book is in the hands of fans, and everyone can't wait to see it first.
In the hands of critics, there is another task-on-site comment!
To be honest, few authors dare to do this!
You know, a critic is the most vicious with a mouth.
Even if you take money to buy good reviews, it is not easy-because they will never smash their signs for a few bad money.
Song Song squeezed his palms, unable to predict whether he would be praised or criticized.
After a moment of silence.
Some critics picked up the microphone: "This book... how can it be called a comic?"
Song Song's heart sighed. Although he was ready to be criticized, he didn't expect that the first one would come to hit the scene.
The fans murmured dissatisfiedly: "Of course it's a comic, this person doesn't understand it."
The critic continued: "This can't be called a comic. I think this painting has already revealed the taste of a famous painting. The style is luxurious and confused, and each stroke reveals inner dignity and dreams. It is imprisoned in the castle. Princess, a stunning picture drawn."
Then another critic snatched the microphone: "Well, "The Imprisoned Girl" is as the name suggests, with a touch of casual in the brushstrokes. The male protagonist never shows his face. There is only a cold back. There is a hand. I don't know if you have noticed it. That hand is very strong, full of man's tension, and it makes people think.
"I noticed." The third critic said, his eyes full of admiration, "Especially when the man's hand reaches the girl's slender waist, people can almost imagine the next scene of blood spurting, so worried about the girl. The waist was broken by him."
Song Song's heart was relieved.
Praise, unanimous praise. She did not waste her efforts in vain.
But suddenly, the last critic pouted: "Have you all been bought by Song Song? Why didn't you find this big loophole?"
"What loophole?"
"I heard that the longer a man's middle finger, the bigger the thing. The girl is so thin, can she withstand the man's huge size? This is too unscientific."
Everyone: "..."
Song Song: "..." My cartoons are very pure, not that dirty, okay.
The critic laughed: "Just kidding, don't you guys be so serious. I like this book very much! I recommend it with honor!"
The fans cheered.
"Next, the fan team will present a small surprise for Song Song." Sister Na smiled.
Song Song was surprised. She knew that fans were mysterious recently, but she didn't know what they were preparing.
I saw Sister Na unfold a note, saying: "The Fan Support Association donated 2.5 million to buy 25,000 Songsong's new books and donate them to the children in the mountains..."
The scene was in an uproar.
The reporters are crazy.
God, what a big deal!
As soon as the new book is released, it is 2.5 million in sales! unprecedented!
Moreover, it was also donated in such a meaningful way, although the local tyrant, it is very burning.
Song Song even stared at the fans, his throat choked.
Really, they are her dearest cuties, and she knows exactly that she doesn't like extravagance and waste.
Other fans may spend hundreds of thousands to rent hot air balloons to advertise throughout the city, and her fans donate books for her.
The atmosphere at the scene was enthusiastic. In order to allow reporters to fully interview, Sister Na announced an intermission.
Song Song was in the background, holding his mobile phone, and dialed Adjutant Lu's number.
After a while, she shook her hand, she couldn't hold her back, and slammed into the corner of the table: "What did you say? Brother... was attacked by terrorists?... was shot?"
[Gong Qing: Good Night Kiss]