Chapter 694: I became the actor's wife fan (16)

Jiang Yuzhi doesn't post very much on Weibo. The last Weibo was when he won a certain international film's highest award two years ago, and his agent begged him to post it.
Two years!
No Weibo!
If ordinary artists were like this, Weibo would have grown grass.
Groundbreaking.
Jiang Yuzhi posted on Weibo, then posted a post, and went offline after posting.
【......bother】
However, in just half an hour, the number of Weibo reposts has exceeded one million, which is a terrifying speed.
The comments under this Weibo are also growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
[Jiang Jiang’s family favorite]:? ? ? Zizai, what's wrong with you? What does it mean?
[The only official certified Mrs. Jiang]: Ah, ah, ah, why can I smell an abnormal breath in this short word? Honestly, Brother Yu, are you in love?
[Zubzai bravely fly]:? The ID upstairs is a bit crazy? No thanks for providing refreshing service!
[Jiang Yuzhi or Peking University, I always have one]: Who! Which woman meddles in my elegant and elegant Young Master Jiang? ? ?
[Milk Chocolate]: The ID upstairs? Fork her out for me! ! !
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On the other side, Fu Yue, who had just lay down, suddenly heard the prompt sound of her mobile phone. She picked up her mobile phone and looked at it. It turned out to be the prompt sound of Weibo. As Jiang Yuzhi’s diehard fan, Chu Ran before was of course Followed his.
Fu Yue was rarely busy playing with her mobile phone. She clicked on the Weibo and took a look, then the corners of her lips twitched.
"..."
Just one word?
This is really capricious.
I gave him a thumbs-up and reposted it, and I went to Chaohua to punch a card. It looked like a mission machine without emotions. Fu Yue turned his head and put down the phone and fell asleep, resting on the fragrant soft pillow. Black sweet dreams.
Sleeping is really comfortable.
She never wanted to be separated from her bed anymore.
this Saturday.
Fu Yue finally came out of the state of being immersed in the laboratory, because today she is going to make up for Fu Qingchen's child. Since she has promised Mrs. Fu, she must not break her promise.
After all, for the money.
She changed her white lab coat, took a shirt from her closet and put it on. There was nothing wrong with dressing up the shirt and black pants.
Since it was to make up class, Fu Yue would naturally not wear the bells and whistles like a butterfly.
Fu Qing and Shen's family lived in a high-end villa area not far from the Imperial Capital University. Fu Yue walked over there in about ten minutes, which was quite convenient.
Just arrived at Fu Qing Shen's house.
Pushing open the door of his bedroom, Fu Yue found out without surprise that the dead child stayed in the room and played games until he was flying again. It was almost to the sky.
Fu Yue: "...get up to class."
It was nine o'clock in the morning, and Fu Qingshen hadn't gotten up yet. He woke up. He was wrapped in a quilt and stayed in the bed like a little idiot who had gone crazy playing games.
When Fu Qingshen was silently complaining, Fu Yue completely forgot what she was like.
Hear Fu Yue's voice.
Fu Qing raised his eyes lazily. Because of this, Fu Yue also saw the other's beautiful and slightly soft face, slightly feminine, and all facial lines were delicate.
The child is probably of mixed blood. His hair is linen with some natural curls. At this time, the broken hair clings to his white forehead messily, making him soft and beautiful.