: Extra seven

Little cute, it means that you do not love the author enough. Wenwen hides shyly
Cheng Zhan lifted his eyelids and looked at her extremely pale: "Am I wrong?"
"..." Xiang Yueming didn't want to talk to such a cheeky person anymore, "I can't do it."
She angrily said: "I will do it myself, I don't need you to do it!"
When Cheng Zhan looked at her hair exploded, there was a little smile in her pupils.
He unconsciously pulled the corner of his lips up, seeing her wearing gloves, and then raised his hand and pulled it over.
Xiang Yueming was taken aback and looked at him in surprise: "Cheng, what are you doing."
Cheng Zhan looked at her eyes and said nothing.
Xiang Yueming hummed softly and looked at him for a long while with his cheek supported, without sarcasm anymore.
She never talks when she is dominant. Since Cheng Zhan is willing to help, she won't take advantage of words.
Enjoy it.
Cheng Zhan is not good at peeling shrimps, and has never served anyone. The previous time, Xiang Yue Minglai was acting like a baby in his arms, and his brother shouted. He couldn't bear it and peeled her shrimps all night.
But that night, he demanded the cost and interest of peeling shrimp from Xiang Yueming.
Xiang Yueming stared at his beautiful fingers for a while, and muttered in a low voice, "Cheng Zhan, if you go bankrupt someday--"
Cheng Zhan raised his eyes to look at her.
Xiang Yueming was not afraid of him, and went on: "You can be a hand model."
"..."
Cheng Zhan stuffed the peeled shrimp into her mouth, and asked in a calm tone, "And then."
Xiang Yueming 囫囵 swallowed what was in his mouth, "Ah", "And then?"
"When you touch someone to peel shrimp?"
"..." Xiang Yueming was stunned, thinking seriously: "There are many hand-touched jobs."
"is it."
Cheng Zhan said lightly: "Not interested."
"Then what are you interested in"
Cheng Zhan glanced at her and whispered: "That's how you think I am bankrupt?"
"?"
"Then I didn't." Xiang Yueming didn't carry the pot, she said while enjoying the food, "I'll just chat with you casually."
"Ok."
Cheng Zhan slowly peeled off the shrimp on the table and put it in her bowl, pulled a wet tissue on one side to wipe his hands, and said, "You."
"what?"
Xiang Yueming was immersed in the food, but didn't understand what he meant: "What me?"
Cheng Zhan: "..."
He glanced at the person who was struggling and knocked her head: "It's nothing, went to the company today?"
"Well, I am going to take the endorsement of Xinchun."
Cheng Zhan raised his eyebrows, "Why don't you pick up LR."
Hearing that, Xiang Yueming looked at him amused: "When you gave me resources, did you think it was inappropriate?"
With a smile on her face, she said unhurriedly: "If I pick up LR, believe it or not that netizens can immediately pick out who the gold master is behind me."
Cheng Zhan didn't say anything, looking straight at her: "Golden Master?"
"Isn't it?"
Xiang Yueming looked at him with gleaming eyes: "Otherwise what?"
"What do you think is what it is." Cheng Zhan didn't pay attention to the change in her expression, nor did he struggle with her on this issue: "Does Xinchun have additional conditions?"
Xiang Yueming lowered his eyes and said, "Yes."
Cheng Zhan raised his eyes to look at her.
Xiang Yueming stared at the food in front of him, and said, "I will be busy starting tomorrow when I participate in a dance variety show."
Cheng Zhan is clear: "If you have any questions, look to Ding Quan."
"know."
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After eating, the two of them did not like the other young lovers, holding hands to go to the night market to blow the evening breeze.
"Come back home?"
"Yeah." Xiang Yueming glanced at the time: "I have to go back and run for half an hour."
Cheng Zhan: "..."
After arriving home, Xiang Yueming went back to the room to change clothes and ran to the gym.
Mingyuan has a special gym. As long as Cheng Zhan is not too busy to sleep, he will basically keep fit five days a week. Fitness equipment must be available inside.
Cheng Zhan didn't stop either, he still had some work to do and didn't accompany her.
When he finished his work and took a shower, Xiang Yueming had not returned to the room.
Cheng Zhan turned his head and glanced at the time.
It's getting late.
He walked to the gym, and when he entered, there was deafening music on, and Xiang Yueming was sweating profusely on the yoga mat.
Her hair is semi-wet, the clothes on her body are basically soaked, and her cheeks are flushed, which looks like a white after exercise.
Cheng Zhan approached her and looked at her, and asked in a low voice, "Asleep?"
"..." Xiang Yueming opened his eyes to look at him, "What?"
Cheng Zhan: "Not sleepy?"
"Sleepy." Xiang Yueming said tiredly: "But I'm tired."
She looked at Cheng Zhan with scorching eyes and raised her hand: "You pull me."
Cheng Zhan gave her a hand.
The next moment, Xiang Yueming fell into his arms. She was sweaty, rubbing against his clean pajamas.
Cheng Zhan frowned.
Xiang Yueming seemed to be deliberate, raised his hand to hook his neck, and said coquettishly: "Brother is a good man, take me to the bathroom."
Cheng Zhan didn't move.
Xiang Yueming blinked at him: "Okay."
It's asking for help, but not the tone of asking for help.
Cheng Zhan stared at her for a long while, then fished him up.
Xiang Yueming looked like a successful child, with the angles of her lips increasing. She rubbed his neck tightly, and said pretentiously, "Thank you, brother."
Cheng Zhan "threw her" into the bathtub and gave her hot water.
Xiang Yueming was comfortable enjoying his service, "Help me take off my pajamas again." She said, raising her hand to take off her clothes.
When he saw the man who didn't move on one side, Xiang Yueming quickly added: "I won't come tonight."
Cheng Zhan squinted her eyes for a while, then turned and left the bathroom.
He didn't get clothes for Xiang Yueming.
Xiang Yueming didn't care too much. After washing his hair and taking a shower, he pulled the towel in the bathroom and wrapped it out.
Cheng Zhan probably went to take another shower, and the pajamas soiled by her were changed.
Xiang Yueming glanced, low-key and quietly dried her hair and went to bed.
After lying on the bed, the person next to him did not move.
Xiang Yueming thought for a while, and took the initiative to lean in his arms. It was obvious to please.
Cheng Zhan looked at her, still silent.
Xiang Yueming lay on his chest and rolled his eyes: "No, why are you so stingy."
She poked Cheng Zhan's chest: "Is it because you got your clothes dirty? How many times have you ripped my clothes before I didn't care about you."
"..."
Cheng Zhan raised his hand and took the person into his arms: "Can this be compared together?"
Xiang Yueming didn't even think about it, and said confidently, "Why can't it."
Cheng Zhan: "..."
For a time, he really couldn't speak to Xiang Yueming.
He raised his hand and patted her head: "Quiet, sleep."
"Oh." Xiang Yueming licked her lower lip, smelling the familiar smell on his body, and said softly, "Good night."
Cheng Zhan didn't speak up, but the hands holding her were gradually tightening.
Sleep well all night.
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Xiang Yueming said that she would start to be busy, so she really got busy.
After dinner and cooperation with Xinchunfang, the endorsement was settled.
Xinchun has high requirements for commercial shooting, and it took Xiang Yueming for several days to finish shooting the commercial.
After shooting the commercial, Xiang Yueming began to run between school and dance studio every day.
Performing classes in the morning are spent in the dance studio in the afternoon and evening.
She likes this kind of fulfilling day very much. Xiang Yueming dances from elementary school and has a good foundation.
She had suffered injuries to her feet and waist. Her waist was a bit better, and her legs were judged by the doctor that she could no longer dance.
But she didn't want to give up, she kept practicing intermittently. Gradually, I got used to it.
"Sister, do you want to take a break?"
Xiaoxi looked at people who hadn't rested all afternoon, a little distressed.
"Five more minutes."
"……it is good."
Five minutes later, Xiang Yueming took the cup from Xiaoxi: "Thank you."
Xiaoxi looked at her: "Sister made an official announcement tonight."
Xiang Yueming nodded: "Yeah."
Xiaoxi turned her head to look at her, and pulled a towel on one side to her: "wipe it."
Xiang Yueming wiped the sweat off his face and turned his head to look at her: "I'm a little nervous."
Xiaoxi said "Ah": "Why?"
Xiang Yueming tilted his head and thought: "I don't know, it's just nervousness."
It may be that I haven't participated in the dance competition for too long, or it may be due to other reasons. Xiang Yueming was a little nervous.
After the official announcement, even if Xiang Yueming had a background like Cheng Zhan, it was impossible to go back.
She took a deep breath and turned to look out the window.
The dance studio is in the company's high-rise building, a large classroom.
Surrounded by large floor-to-ceiling windows, most of the architectural scenery of the city can be captured by a bow.
Xiang Yueming watched it on his stomach for a while, only to feel relaxed a lot.
"carry on."
Xiaoxi said "Ah" and looked at her in surprise: "Don't you take a break?"
Xiang Yueming smiled: "It will be recorded on the third day after the official announcement. There is no time to relax."
Xiaoxi sighed: "Too tired."
Xiang Yueming smiled and continued to practice.
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At seven o'clock, Xiang Yueming packed up his things and planned to leave.
Sister Xia came to her and gave her a copy of information.
"what is this?"
Sister Xia lifted her chin: "The list for participating in the dance competition has been finalized. This is the profile of the contestants I found for you."
Before Xiang Yueming watched the news on the Internet, there were several acquaintances who participated in the show.
She nodded: "Well, I'll go back and have a look."
Sister Xia knew her, and looked at her: "I will give you a vaccination in advance."
"what?"
"Yu Shanshan also participated in the competition."
Looking at Yueming's blank expression, Sister Xia said helplessly: "She and Song Fei have been friends for many years."
Xiang Yueming: "Oh."
She has a faint expression: "I see."
Sister Xia said "um", patted her shoulder and said, "Pay attention, go back, and remember to transfer to the official blog at night."
Xiang Yueming nodded.
When I got home, it was exactly eight o'clock.
Before Xiang Yueming could enter the house, the phone began to vibrate.
It was a message sent to her by the staff of the dance show and told her that the official announcement was made.
The name of the show is very simple and rude, it is called "Dancing Life", which is vulgar.
There have been rounds of revelations on the Internet before, saying who and who will participate in this variety show.
When the official announcement came, many people were shocked.
In the previous revelations, Xiang Yueming's name has never appeared.
Not many people even know that Xiang Yueming can dance. Since she injured her leg and was admitted to film school to learn acting, she never mentioned in public that she was good at dancing.
The media asked, Xiang Yueming generally said that he had studied for a while. She is not popular, and the media will not go deep.
Everyone naturally thinks that she, like most people, regards dance as a bonus point rather than her main business.
So when the news of the official blog came out, in addition to fans who were happy for their own artists, it was the netizens' curiosity about Xiang Yueming's participation in the show.
[Wait, why does Xiang Yueming want to participate in this variety show? 】
[After a glance, the other contestants either graduated from dance academy or participated in dance competitions. How did Xiang Yueming get in? 】
【Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah can see pljj dancing in the rest of my life! 】
[...Doesn't anyone think she is familiar? This sister is the one who won the championship in the international dance competition, she should be only 16 years old at that time? 】
【? ? ? 】
In addition to netizens, many friends in the circle have also sent messages to Xiang Yueming.
Probably also wondering why she wants to participate in dance variety shows.
Xiang Yueming glanced at him and didn't know how to reply to everyone, so he didn't reply.
She opened the door and entered the house while looking at the phone, but didn't notice anyone in the living room.
Xiang Yueming changed her shoes and dragged her tired body onto the sofa.
After walking a few steps, Xiang Yueming saw the man on one side.
The two looked at each other.
Xiang Yueming blinked: "When did you go home?"
Cheng Zhan stared at her for a while, and said lightly: "Half an hour ago."
"Oh."
Xiang Yueming slumped on the sofa and threw the phone aside: "I'm tired."
While talking, she put her foot on Cheng Zhan's thigh.
Cheng Zhan: "..."
He lowered his eyes, knowing what she meant.
He reluctantly squeezed her calf to relax, his tone calm: "Don't participate if you are tired."
"That won't work."
Xiang Yueming didn't want to say: "The penalty is too high, I can't afford it."
Cheng Zhan squeezed her calf hard: "I heard that you will perform this dance as a duo."
"?"
Hearing this, Xiang Yueming raised an eyebrow and looked at him with peach blossom eyes: "Why, President Cheng is jealous."
Cheng Zhan pushed her legs away: "I eat soy sauce."
Xiang Yueming didn't even think about it: "Then you won't die in salt?"
"..."
Cheng Zhan: "..."
There was no surging emotion in her eyes, she didn't even show joy, and her tone was even more emotionless.
He listened, a little bit trying to expose her, but he also wanted to perform with her.
Cheng Zhan lowered his eyes and looked at the woman in his arms, his eyes moved slightly.
Xiang Yueming had just taken a bath, and she still had a fresh and elegant smell on her body, like the smell of shower gel, and like the smell of lychee rose perfume on her pajamas.
It doesn't make people feel sweet and greasy, but there is a kind of unspeakable gentleness.
She liked this perfume very much, and even Cheng Zhan, who could not smell the scent of roses, gradually accepted it and even became infatuated.
He looked at her bare skin, white as snow, delicate and tender, and after a little touch, there were traces.
"Cheng Zhan?" Xiang Yueming raised his eyes and slammed into his dark and bright eyes.
She looked at him, her pupils were shining, her peachy eyes were narrow, and she asked pretentiously: "Cheng, what are you looking at? It's 10,000 yuan per minute."
Cheng Zhan dragged her to hang on himself, and asked in a calm tone: "Then sleep for one night."
"..." Xiang Yueming was speechless, raised his hand and thumped his shoulder: "I won't sleep tonight."
She buried her head on his neck, smelled the calming smell of him, and muttered: "You came back just to sleep with me?"
Cheng Zhan was speechless and did not speak.
Xiang Yueming snorted softly: "Do I have the only advantage of being able to sleep."
Cheng Zhan paused and glanced at her: "Pros?"
"What?" Xiang Yueming stared at him, "Isn't this an advantage?"
"..."
Cheng Zhan doesn't quite understand women's minds, so why "being able to sleep" is also classified as lacking merit.
He was thinking how to answer, and Xiang Yueming tightened his collar: "Cheng Zhan, you have to tell me one, two, three, four, five, six to come out today! Is my figure not good?"
Cheng Zhan: "..."
He glanced at the bust line of her suspender nightdress, and said lightly: "It's good."
"You are reluctant to say that."
Cheng Zhan looked at her eyes: "This question is very important?"
Xiang Yueming nodded without thinking.
Suddenly, Cheng Zhan took her hand down.
A few seconds later, he looked at her blushing cheeks scorchingly, and asked in a low voice, "Do you still think my answer is reluctant?"
Xiang Yueming glared at him fiercely and withdrew his hand blushingly: "Rogue."
After scolding, she felt that it was not enough, and added: "Old hooligan."
"..."
Seeing Cheng Zhan's calm look, Xiang Yueming asked curiously: "Does your friend know that your old cow eats tender grass?"
Cheng Zhan looked at her, hugged her and walked to the kitchen: "Are you going to ask?"
Xiang Yueming choked, but didn't want to refuse: "No."
She kept her eyes closed and whispered: "I have no identity to ask."
"Ok?"
Cheng Zhan put her down and turned to catch the water: "What did you just say?"
"It's nothing."
Xiang Yueming looked at his drinking posture. He held a transparent water cup with clearly articulated fingers. The sleeves were folded up. The muscles of the forearms exposed were obvious and smooth. When he raised his head to drink water, his Adam's apple rolled and rolled, making him extra sexy.
Xiang Yueming stared at his rolling apple knot for a while, before he could look away, he was caught by Cheng Zhan.
"Do you want."
Xiang Yueming licked her lower lip, "Yes."
Taking the water glass from Cheng Zhan's hand, he took a few sips to Yueming.
"Has Jiangcheng's affairs been handled?"
"Come down for a drink?"
The two spoke at the same time.
Xiang Yueming was startled and raised his eyes to look at him.
Cheng Zhan looked at her and explained: "Almost."
Xiang Yueming nodded: "I'm hungry. I came down to find something to eat."
Cheng Zhan raised an eyebrow and looked at her eyes: "This point?"
If he remembered correctly, Xiang Yueming basically stopped eating after six o'clock in the evening. Her professional habit is terrible.
Unless it is a long holiday, I will be a little bit presumptuous.
Xiang Yueming nodded: "Well, I don't need to be filming recently, I can eat something."
Cheng Zhan didn't say anything, and lifted his hand to open the refrigerator.
He looked around, and there were only dumplings and wontons made by Aunt Xu in the refrigerator.
"Do you want to eat dumplings and wontons?"
Xiang Yueming shook her head: "Carbon water is too high." She glanced in and sighed, "Forget it, stop eating."
Cheng Zhan ignored her and cooked wontons over the fire.
"Then watch me eat."
Xiang Yueming: "..."
Is this still a person! ! !
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After a while, Cheng Zhan's wontons were cooked, and they really served a bowl.
Xiang Yueming stared at it, and wanted to go upstairs.
Just turning around, she was caught by her wrist.
"Help me get the wontons out."
"...Don't you have any hands?"
Cheng Zhan raised his eyebrows: "Okay, I will do it myself."
Xiang Yueming choked, pretending to be annoyed and stomped his feet: "Forget it, let's see if you are handsome and give it to you."
The small wontons made by Aunt Xu are especially delicious.
Xiang Yueming usually only dared to eat in the morning and noon, not at night, let alone it will be midnight.
She glanced at the big bowl of wontons, smelled the scent drifting over, her belly was singing against her.
As soon as he put it down, Cheng Zhan raised his hand to unbuckle two buttons and sat over.
Xiang Yueming rolled his eyes secretly and muttered: "Sorry."
Cheng Zhan sat down and turned his head to look at her: "Really not?"
"Yeah." Xiang Yueming couldn't slap herself in the face, forcibly suppressing hunger, and said blankly: "I'll be full just watching you eat."
"..."
Listening to this, it feels bad.
Cheng Zhan didn't care about her either, took a spoon on one side, scooped up a wonton, and blew it.
Under the dim light, the small wontons are filled with thin skin, which makes people salivate.
Xiang Yueming looked straight ahead, a little wronged.
She was walking around, and a familiar male voice came in her ear: "Open your mouth."
Xiang Yueming was taken aback, looking at the wonton that was brought to his mouth.
Cheng Zhan raised his hand and stuffed the wonton into her mouth.
"Is it hot?"
Xiang Yueming took a bite and shook his head: "It's not hot."
Cheng Zhan said "um" and continued to blow the next one.
After repeating several times, Xiang Yueming was satisfied: "You can eat by yourself, I will not eat anymore."
"Sure?" Cheng Zhan looked at her: "I just ate a few."
Xiang Yueming was taken aback, and recalled: "Six."
Cheng Zhan nodded: "Okay, get up for a run tomorrow morning."
He looked at her and said ruthlessly: "Six kilometers."
"..."
The six-kilometer battle was that when Cheng Zhan had finished eating and packed up and returned to the room, the door was locked.
Cheng Zhan raised his hand and knocked, and chuckled, "Open the door."
"Asleep, don't open."
Cheng Zhan raised his eyebrows, but was not angry: "Then you should rest early."
"?"
Xiang Yueming was stunned for a moment, and when he got up to the door and opened the door, the corridor was empty, only the voice-activated light was on.
-
Early the next morning, Xiang Yueming sat at the dining table with a look of fatigue.
She had a dream of running all night, and her pain was extremely painful.
Aunt Xu looked at her like this, and said, "Isn't it awake?"
Xiang Yueming nodded, "Aunt Xu, what do you eat this morning."
Aunt Xu rubbed her head amusedly: "I made millet porridge for you."
Xiang Yueming responded: "Okay."
She looked around, and before asking, Aunt Xu said, "Master is out."
Xiang Yueming said "Oh" and whispered, "I didn't ask him."
Aunt Xu smiled: "It seems that I didn't sleep all night. I came out of the study with a coffee cup in the morning."
Xiang Yueming was startled, "Really."
"Yeah." Aunt Xu patted her head: "Aunt Xu will make you breakfast."
"Thank you Aunt Xu."
At breakfast, Xiang Yueming thought for a while and sent a message to Cheng Zhan.
After the message was sent, no one answered, and she was not in a hurry, basically getting used to his attitude this time.
After eating, Xiang Yueming went to the dance room.
She likes Mingyuan here, and another very important reason is that there is a big dance room here.
Fully transparent glass, there is also a piano in the corner of the dance room.
When Xiang Yueming has nothing to do, he usually spends time here.
She changed her clothes and Lajin planned to practice dance.
Her leg has been injured and is no longer suitable for difficult stages. But Xiang Yueming still dances once a week. For no other reason, she just likes to dance.
Just after jumping for a while, the phone rang.
Xiang Yueming looked at herself in her glasses, tucked away her hair, moved to one side and picked up the phone.
"Hey."
Sister Xia’s voice came over there: "What are you doing?"
"do excercise."
Sister Xia: "Yes, you can't slack off if you rest."
Xiang Yueming smiled, turned his head to look at the sunlight outside the window, half-squinted to enjoy: "I know."
Sister Xia went straight to the subject: "I have found the acting teacher for your class. Class will start tomorrow."
"Row."
"Also, I contacted Xinchun. I really want to find you as a spokesperson, but they have a condition."
Xiang Yueming raised an eyebrow: "What is it?"
Sister Xia was silent for a few seconds, and said vaguely: "The Orange Channel is currently preparing a variety show, and Xinchun Club is the biggest sponsor."
Xiang Yueming: "...and then?"
"They hope that the spokesperson can participate in this variety show and give Xinchun a better publicity."
Xiang Yueming had a vague premonition, her eyelids twitched, and she asked in a low voice, "What variety show is this?"
"Dance...competitive."
"..."
Afraid of Xiang Yueming's rejection, Sister Xia quickly said, "Don't be anxious to refuse. I know you haven't been on stage for many years, but you like dancing as always, so you don't want to try again?"
Xiang Yueming was silent for a moment, pursing her lower lip, her tone indifferent: "I didn't really miss it."
Sister Xia helplessly: "I don't force you, but you can think about it. I have seen you dance, and the light in your eyes is a bunch of dances."
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Hung up the phone, Xiang Yueming stood in front of the French window for a long time.
She looked at the floating blue sky and white clouds, her thoughts flying.
The clouds are floating, turning from time to time.
The blue sky has always been hanging in the same position, no matter how the white clouds float and move, they are all in place.
Xiang Yueming observed for a long time, and when his eyes became sore, he raised his hand and rubbed it and lay down.
She picked up the phone on one side and glanced at WeChat. Cheng Zhan hadn't returned a message to her yet.
Xiang Yueming curled his lips, just about to let go, Xiaoxi's message came.
Xiaoxi: [Sister! ! ! Song Fei sent the draft over there! Say you grab her resources. 】
Xiang Yueming: [? 】
Xiaoxi: [The marketing account is saying that we went to meet for dinner last night! It is said that Song Fei has signed the contract, and you have to intervene and so on. Anyway, it means that you are robbing her of resources and you are not kind! 】
The link she sent from Xiang Yueming was clicked, and it was a marketing account leading.
She glanced at it. There were photos of her and Song Fei on it, and the text was also very connotative.
Probably alluding to the fact that a certain Qing Leng Xiaohua did not hesitate to throw away personal settings for resources and join the fight for grabs. Even analyzed how good the resource is.
Xiang Yueming rolled his eyes.
Open a comment at one point, and basically say that she is not kind and so on.
【? ? ? Is the competition between these two unknown female artists so fierce? 】
[I have internal information here, saying that Song Fei has signed a contract, but in the end I have to force Yueming. 】
[Fuck! If this is the case, then Xiang Yueming would be too shameless. 】
[The media always praised her as a mortal fairy, cold and beautiful. I didn't expect it to be so cruel! 】
[This endorsement is so good? 】
...
Xiang Yueming glanced a few times and quit Weibo.
Xiaoxi: [Sister, did you see it! What should I do? 】
Xiang Yueming: [What did Sister Xia say? 】
Xiaoxi: [Sister Xia said she didn't care about this group of people. 】
Xiang Yueming: [Okay, I see. Forget it, it's just a marketing account guide. 】
Xiaoxi: [But many people scold you under your Weibo...Fans of Song Fei. 】
Xiang Yueming: [I will post a Weibo, Sister Xia will be angry. 】
Xiaoxi: [High probability. 】
Xiang Yueming: [Then I will send it. 】
Xiaoxi: [...]
Before sending it to Yueming's Weibo, Song Fei first posted a suggestive content.
@宋霏V: Do you think that the food in other people's hands is always particularly fragrant? So hungry, what are you going to eat today?
Xiang Yueming:?
Aunt Xu looked back at her: "What's wrong? Are you hungry?"
Inspector Xiang Yueming looked at the kitchen with his head: "What do you have for lunch?"
Aunt Xu looked at her funny: "What do you want to eat? Aunt Xu plans to make braised pork ribs and steamed fish for you."
Xiang Yueming nodded and said with a smile: "Okay, just eat these two."
After turning around in the kitchen, Xiang Yueming returned to the room.
Xiaoxi's call came and she connected.
"Sister! Do you still post on Weibo?"
Xiang Yueming stood in front of the mirror and admired her beauty for a while: "Isn't it meaningless to post this intimidating person's Weibo?"
Xiaoxi was taken aback, thinking for a while and saying, "It seems to be?"
Xiang Yue clearly said: "Okay, then I will maintain my fairy character first."
Xiaoxi said "Ah" and asked in a low voice, "Will it make her so arrogant?"
"Do not."
Xiang Yueming smiled and said, "Send me a few pictures of the photos you took that day, and I will send me a picture of Jiugongge to appease and appease my little fans."
"……it is good."
Just as everyone was happy about the Weibo scolding war, I sent a picture of Jiugongge to Yueming after a long absence.
Some were wearing fairy skirts, some were in suits that day, and there were even plain clothes in private, each of which was so beautiful that people couldn't move their eyes.
@向月明V: The Jiugongge that has been saved for a year is here.
As soon as this Weibo came out, fans went crazy instantly. She has a lot of face powder, and although she doesn't have any outstanding works, she can't stop people's love and preference for good looks.
For beautiful women, tolerance is always higher.
[Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! ! 】
[The suit kills me! ! My sister is too beautiful! 】
[Sister Qiuqiu show her face more, okay, just your face, one Weibo can give you 200,000 followers. 】
[Forced Insertion
Snatching other people's resources and still pretending to be quiet here, you are really interesting! 】
[The most disgusting to see people like you! You will also send photos to deceive fans. 】
[Sister hot search is not going to explain? 】
...
Before Xiang Yueming could reply, the Yan fans helped her answer this hot comment that was topped in the front row.
[Reply a fart! As far as my sister’s looks, it’s their loss for the spicy chicken endorsement not to find her! 】
[I just want to ask whether the brand has a clumsy square eye. Don't choose a natural fairy like my sister, choose a female celebrity who has a stiff face with a knife to endorse skin care products. Are you afraid of ruining the reputation? 】
[Pin porcelain dog, get out of me! My sister came down on Weibo to bite people, believe it or not to tear you up. 】