At noon, the sun was hot, and the early autumn winds weren't much cooler.

Chu He and Su Muyan went all the way to the hotel arranged by Jiyun Culture Company and checked in.

Originally, the hotel should have been arranged by Tengxun Video, but because Jiyun Culture Company wanted to help Chu He hold a fan meeting, Chu He is currently following Ji Yun Company.

"Mr. Chu, I'll come to you later to discuss the meeting, you can rest first." Zhang Jing said goodbye, she was the person in charge of this fan meeting, and she was quite busy.

Chu He will also be very busy tomorrow, starting the fan meeting at nine o'clock, and then holding a solo concert in the evening, the concert is estimated to be advanced, after all, he will participate in "Great American Music" the day after tomorrow, and he can't sing all night.

"Okay, you don't have to worry about me." Chu He waved his hand, and he and Su Muyan were happy.

As soon as Zhang Jing left, the suite was clean, Su Muyan took off her clothes directly and went to the bathroom, and screamed while washing: "Ah, what should I do, what song should I sing in my private concert?" ”

She has already entered the drama and feels that she has to sing to repay her fans.

Chu He couldn't help laughing: "I advise you to stop singing and leave a fantasy for fans." ”

"How good I sing in Japanese, you look down on me, hum!" Su Muyan is not angry, but she still has a bit of B number in her heart, and she sings live at her level, and she can't laugh to death when she holds a concert.

Chu He ignored her, took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to Liu Zhiqing: "President Liu, I feel like you're back." ”

Chu He has been watching around at the airport, trying to find Liu Zhiqing, but he can't find it. But his sixth sense is quite strong, and he always thinks that Liu Zhiqing will come back.

"You're wrong, I'm still wearing black silk." Liu Zhiqing replied.

The corners of Chu He's mouth crooked: "Impossible, you're not used to wearing black silk outside, don't be skinny, are you back?" ”

"Guess what."

Damn, President Liu is getting skinny.

"You have a good rest, don't go wrong with the fan meeting." Liu Zhiqing said again, but still refused to say whether she had come back.

Chu He has no choice but to give up, you continue to peel.

On the 35th floor of Shenzhen Airport International Hotel, in the luxurious presidential suite, Liu Zhiqing put down her mobile phone and yawned tiredly while laughing.

She had already showered, changed into a loose yukata, and lay down on the bed, the huge waves on her chest shaking several times.

She's really tired.

Rushing back from Italy without stopping, the sixteen-hour flight journey was simply not a good rest. When he arrived in Shenzhen, he dressed up carefully, endured shame and wore black silk to show his face, and had a verbal battle with an ancient beautiful girl, it was impossible not to be tired.

At this time, Liu Zhiqing didn't want to move as soon as she stuck to the bed, and it was impossible not to rest for a day.

But she didn't fall asleep immediately, but endured the discomfort of her dry eyeballs and looked at Weibo - she was very concerned about the online comments of her little white face.

This time, thousands of people picked up the airport, I don't know what netizens think?

Liu Zhiqing looked at them one by one, although she saw some bad comments, such as scolding Chu He for being flamboyant and exaggerated, most of them were still positive.

"Chuhe's fan base is not only good-looking, but also of high quality, and there is no swarm of people blocking the airport, but scattered outside, trying not to block traffic."

"This is probably a mature star-chasing mode, those fans of little fresh meat are really disgusting to see, Lao Tzu was blocked at Hongqiao Airport for half an hour last time, and all the stupid forks are like eating in a hurry."

"After all, a cultural person, Chu He still writes books in the final analysis, not in the entertainment industry."

Liu Zhiqing looked at these comments, the corners of her mouth unconsciously curved, and she was happy in her heart, and she was so proud of it.

However, Liu Zhiqing is a person who pursues perfection after all, and she is very unhappy to see that there are still people scolding Chu He on Weibo.

She thought about it and posted on Weibo as Mu Zhiqing: "Thank you for supporting my brother @Chu Dahe's fan meeting, retweet this Weibo and follow @Chu Dahe, and draw 100 people to share 500,000 yuan." ”

Liu Zhiqing learned this trick from others, she usually sees some lottery draws on Weibo, this time she did the same, and took out a huge sum of 500,000 in one go.

This is incredible, there are so many retweets on Weibo for the lottery, at most tens of thousands, and many of them are fake lotteries and are drawn to robots.

Liu Zhiqing didn't know what a fake lottery was, she said that 500,000 was 500,000 of real money, and she was going to be Chu He's "agent".

In just a few minutes, the retweet comments skyrocketed, and countless passers-by were shocked when they heard the news.

"Damn, 500,000? Really? I won't scold Chu He anymore, please pump me! ”

"It must be fake, Chu He's team has come out, and it's a bit offensive to build Chu He."

"This Mu Zhiqing is also a contracted singer of Jiyun Company, and Chu He is a colleague, and behind it is Jiyun Culture Company, don't you need to say anything else?"

500,000 is still too exaggerated, and Liu Zhiqing, a little white who doesn't understand anything, will be so generous.

Passers-by didn't believe it, and Liu Zhiqing and Chu He were indeed colleagues, and others had to suspect that Ji Yun was building momentum.

Liu Zhiqing was a little confused when she read the comments, why didn't everyone believe it? There are also people who curse themselves.

She wasn't happy, and was thinking about how to deal with it, when Zhang Jing called.

"Miss Liu, you have to contact the Weibo lottery platform and hand over the matter of forwarding the lottery to the Weibo staff to deal with, otherwise netizens will not believe it." Zhang Jing is very happy, 500,000 lottery, how much heat does it have to increase, anyway, Chu River is bloody, and Ji Yun Company is also cool.

"Is that so? I don't know, how do I do that? Liu Zhiqing sat on the bed, fighting her spirits.

"I'll help you contact the staff, you wait a minute." Zhang Jing saddled before and after the horse, and served well.

Soon, Liu Zhiqing's lottery Weibo appeared under the certification of "Weibo lottery platform", and the administrator appeared, making it clear that he would be responsible for the lottery and be fair and just.

It's terrible, the managers of Weibo have run out to take responsibility, where is it still fake?

Mu Zhiqing's 500,000 is a real lottery.

In just a few minutes, the number of retweets doubled, quickly exceeding 10,000, and spread like a virus.

Liu Zhiqing communicated with the Weibo administrator, and then couldn't help it anymore and had to sleep.

At this time, in another luxury hotel, Shao Yaoyao and Dong Xiang huddled together to scroll through Weibo, and Shao Yaoyao looked disdainful: "Liu Zhiqing actually played this kind of trick, and suddenly felt that she was so naïve." ”

"Maybe this is love, half a million Bojun smiled, and so did a real woman." Dong Xiang deliberately made it bad and said words.

"500,000 can indeed help Chu He gain popularity, but there is no need, women should be reserved, spending money is the lowest, this is not love." Shao Yaoyao is the first to say, what a great philosopher.

"You can pull it down, I think you are jealous of Liu Zhiqing, and Hanfu can't beat the black silk." Dong Xiang laughed evilly.

Shao Yaoyao was angry on the spot, turned his head and said: "Everyone has their own style, I don't care about black silk, why am I jealous of Liu Zhiqing?" ”

"Actually, you're not short at more than one meter six, and you should look good in black silk."

"Really?"

"Well, do you want to go shopping and buy black silk?" Dong Xiang tempted.

Shao Yaoyao was moved, and then snorted: "I was originally suitable for black silk, just because I am the daughter of the Han family, I prefer to wear Hanfu, so I can buy it." ”

Dong Xiang sighed speechlessly: "My Buddha, let's go." ”

"You go first, I'll go to the toilet." Shao Yaoyao went to the toilet generously, and then didn't take off his pants, sitting on the toilet and posting Weibo.

"Thank you for supporting my friend @ChuDahe's fan meeting, retweeting this Weibo and following @ChuDahe, and drawing 100 people to share 500,000 cash."

Shao Yaoyao quickly posted on Weibo, and then walked out casually.

Dong Xiang stood at the door playing with his mobile phone, looked up and smiled: "I forwarded it, remember to smoke me." ”

Shao Yaoqiao's face turned red, put on a peaked cap and said calmly: "Don't get me wrong, I owe Chu He six favors, just help him pay off the debt, and now I only owe five." ”