An An does have a crush on Zhang Xiaojian.

In fact, few girls of her age can completely distinguish what worship is, what is liking, and what love is... For her, it was all confused as a sensory intuition, and there was no reason to speak of.

She only knew that she liked Zhang Xiaojian very much, and she had never liked such a person so much in her life.

Zhang Xiaojian is not only his idol, but also her ideal partner, digging a little deeper Zhang Xiaojian is still her X fantasy object, she can even use her rich imagination to sketch out another incomparably vivid Zhang Xiaojian in her mind, a Zhang Xiaojian who can poke her various G-spots in any aspect.

There is no doubt that on the Internet, even if a friend in reality says a bad word about Zhang Xiaojian now, An An will cut off relations with him, and they are not allowed to say any bad things about their idols.

However, in fact, this has nothing to do with her idol.,To be exact, she shouldn't allow it.,Anyone who says that he fantasizes and satisfies his various fantasies is an idol.。

It's scary, and that's where the brain-dead powder comes from...

This is also the favorite fan of entertainment capital... Because they can really smash pots and sell iron for idols, dedicate their savings and everything to the people in their minds, and let the capital harvest be abundant.

So in order to see Zhang Xiaojian again, she listened to the instigation of the media people, came to the villa, and handed out the coat that gave her the warmth yesterday.

Zhang Xiaojian refused politely, and glanced at An An meaningfully.

An An was a little shy, no doubt if he wanted to... She can really give.

It's just that Zhang Xiaojian's eyes didn't mean what she imagined, he just thought... Why are my fans so brainless.

Fortunately, An An's appearance and long legs are not bad, which meets the basic requirements of silly white sweetness.

In this world of looking at faces, Zhang Xiaojian was not exempt from vulgarity, forgave her instantly, and said: "Study hard, don't be foolish every day." ”

There's a bit of blame in the tone, and there's a lot of concern...

This is the self-feeling of the brainless fan An An, she thinks it must be like this, so she secretly swears in her heart that she must be admitted to a good school for her idol to see...

Well.. There are positive and negative sides to everything, maybe her parents said that she would not have the current Zhang Xiaojian, the power of idols... It's so brainless and amazing.

After saying this, Zhang Xiaojian didn't look at An An again, but said into more than a dozen microphones: "Please let me go, don't block my way, otherwise I will send you a lawyer's letter from door to door." ”

Lawyer's Letter.. These three words have now been played as memes on the Internet, and they are not terrible.

But the lawyer's letter in Mr. Zhang's mouth has nothing to do with the stalk.

As a media person, what is the most important thing is, of course, well-informed...

The more than 200 lawyer's letters sent by Mr. Zhang a few days ago were not a joke, and they filed cases against the companies behind each public account and filed legal proceedings.

It's hard to say what the result will be, but if you get into a lawsuit, you will be in trouble.

Therefore, after Zhang Xiaojian's words, the media people made way of a channel, Zhang Xiaojian rushed into the distance, and the special training of running with Zhuo Fei in Daqingshan finally came in handy.

It turned out to be specially used to run away...

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The family car can't be driven, and they must all be targeted.

You can't go out with your head held high, you will definitely be recognized.

You can't just go to the restaurant, it's easy to cause a commotion among the girls.

Zhang Xiaojian really felt the trouble of becoming famous for the first time, although he was also a little famous before, but the scene was far less than now...

After yesterday's live broadcast, it seems that some mysterious chemical reactions have been formed, and a qualitative change has taken place, and in two days, Zhang Xiaojian feels that his Weibo fans are about to break 100 million.

So, shouldn't you learn how a celebrity lives?

How can celebrities relieve the pressure of the Internet and face the fan base correctly?

Bai Yang gave him the answer: "Little sword, in fact, you don't have to think about it so much, after all, excellent people have to face these sooner or later." ”

Zhang Xiaojian looked at Lao Bai in amazement, his expression was indescribably awkward.

Under normal circumstances, if Poplar talks like this, there must be something wrong... Otherwise, as a friend for many years, he is now the happiest person to laugh.

Bai Yang looked at Zhang Xiaojian's expression, and his smile gradually retracted after being embarrassed: "Nei, didn't you go to the small site last time?"

"What's wrong?"

"Now those little cubs realize that you are Mr. Zhang, and they all want to see you again. ”

Zhang Xiaojian raised his hand and said with a serious expression: "Now is not the time to talk about these things. ”

Poplar: "...... What's going on now?"

Zhang Xiaojian said: "Look at the mirror." ”

Bai Yang looked at the reversing mirror and didn't notice anything wrong, but Zhang Xiaojian said: "Believe it or not, as long as you drive now, there are more than a dozen cars starting together before and after, no matter where we go, they will follow the road?"

"So?"

"Jiangcheng's Dao, is there anyone more familiar than you?"

Poplar shook his neck and clicked twice: "It's easy to get rid of them... It's just that we're going?"

Zhang Xiaojian said: "Back to Ningyuan... Jiang Cheng can't stay anymore. ”

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Poplar is indeed an old driver, through a few alleys, a few side streets, a few sharp turns, completely shaken off the little tail.

On the highway, the road was unimpeded, Zhang Xiaojian was drunk for a while, and when he woke up, he found that although he was queuing, he came to the toll booth that was not crowded.

He didn't know that on the bus queuing at the entrance of the passage not far away, An An was sitting in it, holding a mobile phone, using up what he had learned for 18 years, and wrote an article called "The Experience of Seeing Mr. Zhang", describing Zhang Xiaojian as having nothing in the sky and on the earth, domineering and graceful, handsome and very gentle...

Well... Anyway, everything written by fans is like this, it is estimated that the idol stood in front of the fans and farted, and the fans smelled it, and they must be able to say that there is politeness in this fart, and they can feel that he didn't mean it, but he couldn't help it.... , If the idol is shy again, the fans will, ah, ah, ah, his shy appearance is so cute...

Zhang Xiaojian will never think this kind of article is cute after reading it, fortunately he hasn't read it yet, otherwise he might push the car door to vomit, and then be recognized, causing congestion on the highway....

But unfortunately, even though he didn't get out of the car, he was recognized.

When opening the window, when Baiyang was paying, the female staff at the toll station saw Zhang Xiaojian...

Probably because she really liked it, she let out a piercing scream, and I didn't know if she thought the toll booth had been hijacked.

Then, the girl in her twenties, who was wearing work clothes and her face was flushed, pointed at Zhang Xiaojian: "Mr. Zhang, Mr. Zhang, is it really you..."

Zhang Xiaojian, who had just woken up and had a bit of a mess in his head, woke up, and he had no choice but to nod in the face of this question, and pretended to use his index finger against his extremely sexy lips in the eyes of fans, indicating silence.

The little face of the charging girl turned red, and she immediately poked her head out of the charging window, and whispered: "Mr. Zhang, can you sign for me..."

Forgive her for violating her own work rules, after all... Mr. Zhang's current charm radiates hundreds of millions of girls in China.

Zhang Xiaojian smiled and nodded, and the girl immediately handed out the pen and paper, and he finished writing quickly, folded the paper, and handed it back to the window through the poplar.

The railing rose at this time, Zhang Xiaojian waved his hand, and the Mercedes-Benz SUV started and went straight to Ningyuan.

The girl who received the signature was now happy, but when she opened the folded paper, her expression suddenly stiffened.

A signature is indeed a signature.

There was no name on the paper, and it was written as 'signature'.

...

So she smiled with relief, Mr. Zhang is really the Mr. Zhang she loves, and the sand sculpture is really interesting...