The page displayed on the screen is the background interface of Weibo Gu Qiusha's pen name "Light Shirt".

The little crow is helping the light shirt reply to the fans' private messages.

Don't say it, the tone is really vivid, and I definitely can't tell that it's a bird's reply-

"Thank you for liking it, I'll draw more carefully."

"Thank you for your support, see you tomorrow night."

"Thank you for the tip, good night baby of the Silver Alliance!"

Fu Xiqin: ", Brother Jin, you are a big man, you talk like a woman, are you ashamed?" ”

"How can it be dropped, can't the male drop be tender? Besides, I'm helping the shallow shirt reply now.,Rough and rough scared the girl, you're responsible? ”

"It turns out that tonight on Weibo threw evidence, made a comparison chart, and hit Gu Shiyin's green tea vest one after another, is it you, brother?"

"Of course, otherwise Gu Qiusha is obsessed with painting, how can there be such things as Weibo in the world, this fan has exceeded 100 million, of course, there must be a professional bird to take care of her."

"Brother Jin, I think you're still quite V587!"

"Normally, Ben Crow is only responsible for typing. It's all commanded by our ancestors! ”

“……”

Fu Xiqin couldn't help but sneak a glance at the little woman who was making a video call with Bo Gucheng.

A sweet smile rose on her lips.

Who would have thought that such an innocent little woman would be a fairy boss who controls everything behind the scenes and can make the captives disappear when talking and laughing?

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When she woke up, Gu Qiusha's fans broke 100 million, not to mention, they were already approaching 200 million.

This is a grand occasion that Penguin Reading has never had, even if it is a celebrity on Weibo, only the legendary actress Yun Qiao has more than 200 million fans.

A small painter, there is a faint momentum to keep pace with the actress?

For a while, people from all walks of life were trying their best to inquire about the origin of the painter's light shirt and whether there was any support from the capital bigwigs behind it.

When serving Nangong Mo to drink tea, Fang Yumei found an opportunity to mention: "Fourth master, didn't you ask Ma Qi'e to transfer the light shirt to you before, Mr. Ma said that he couldn't be the master, and the mobile phone he gave couldn't be found and no one could find the location?" ”

"Hmm." Nangong Mo held an architectural drawing in his hand, stared intently, and responded casually.

Fang Yumei continued to stutter: "When I attended the celebrity drinking party that day, I heard that a tarot master was very powerful, so I found him on the Internet and spent a lot of money to ask him to count it once. As a result, he really figured it out, the light-shirted people are in the southernmost part of the empire, and it should be the area around Qingcheng! ”

She said like a treasure.

Only by settling Nangong Mo will she be able to come out in the future.

After that night's celebrity reception, she deeply felt the huge gap between herself and the family's celebrities, if Nangong Mo could admit that she was a temporary girlfriend, not a maid, she would be able to raise her eyebrows in the celebrity circle in the future.

Especially the two hateful little sluts who can stomp on Xing Yue and Xi Zuer!

So she tried her best to do what she liked, and found a tarot card master to tell the hexagram.

I thought that Nangong Mo would praise her fiercely, or reward her.

Behold.

Nangong Mo just said coldly: "To this extent, do you still need tarot cards?" Her receiving account is an anonymous escrow account opened by Qingcheng Bank, which is not a difficult thing to check. ”

What the?

The fourth master already knew?

Damn, the tarot master should be allowed to calculate the range of the Shallow Shirt more accurately.

Fang Yumei regretted it in her heart.

Seeing that Nangong Mo didn't care much about her, and all her energy was attracted by a pair of architectural drawings, she couldn't help but peek over, the drawings of the fourth master, what kind of house did you draw?