The next morning, Ruan Qi opened Weibo, and tens of thousands of messages poured in, shaking her palms numb.

#林健阮柒#话题在热搜上挂了整整一晚. Lin Jian's fans were very angry, and they all felt that Ruan Qi deliberately bought this hot search, in order to rub Lin Jian's popularity.

Many irrational fans ran to Ruan Qi's Weibo and scolded, Ruan Qi's fans were small, and they couldn't quarrel with them, so they could only be pressed and beaten by Lin Jian's fans aggrievedly.

Ruan Qi casually clicked on a few private messages scolding her, and when she saw the words involving her family, her eyes darkened.

Baby Barley makes breakfast and walks in with his sun-dried clothes.

It twisted its head and glanced at Ruan Qi, who was looking at his phone, and the display on his chest flashed.

"Dad, you're in a bad mood." Baby Barley said in a milky voice.

Ruan Qi put down the phone, looked at it with his chin propped up, and said with a smile, "Yes, someone scolded my mother." ”

"Daddy's mom is grandma." Baby Barley threw his clothes on the bed, and the manipulator clicked a few times on the display screen, "Which little calf doesn't want to live!" Ben baby gave him a colorful thunderbolt! ”

Ruan Qi: "Colorful thunderbolts are not needed." Come here, Big Mac, there's a task for you. ”

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At half past eight in the morning, Ruan Qi arrived at the crew on time.

She walked in all the way, and the crew all cast strange eyes.

"This group of fools," Bai Li sat cross-legged in the system, sneering, "It seems that no matter what plane you are in, there will be some people who listen to the wind and rain and have no judgment at all. ”

Ruan Qi's face was as usual, and he went straight to the dressing room to make up.

It didn't take long for Lin Jian to come.

He greeted everyone gently, and showed thoughtfulness and politeness everywhere.

Ruan Qi opened his eyes and watched him walk into the dressing room through the mirror.

"Xiao Ruan, it's early." Lin Jian greeted her cordially, as if there was no such thing on the Internet.

Ruan Qi's peach eyes flickered, revealing a sweet smile.

"Teacher Lin is early."

Lin Jian quietly observed her expression.

"Xiao Ruan," he took advantage of the makeup artist to go out to get something, and came to Ruan Qi's side, looking apologetic, "I'm sorry for last night's incident." I apologize to you for my fans. ”

The white glass in the system squirted out a mouthful of water.

"Holy! Blaming all the faults on the fans?! Why is this thing so thick-skinned?! ”

Ruan Qi's expression remained unchanged, and he smiled sweetly: "Teacher Lin doesn't need to apologize. Don't do bad things, don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door. I'm fine~"

Lin Jian smiled softly. He turned his head slowly and looked vaguely at the assistant standing in the doorway.

The assistant made an 'ok' gesture with his lowered hand.

……

Today, Ruan Qi's role is heavier, and he was busy until noon.

As soon as the director shouted 'cut', Shen Wenqian walked over with a calm face.

"What's wrong, Brother Shen?" Ruan Qi asked.

Shen Wenqian didn't speak, pulled her to the side, and stuffed her with a bottle of mineral water.

"An hour ago, a marketing account posted a photo of the two of you chatting in the dressing room on Weibo. #林健阮柒#话题也冲到热搜第二. Lin Jian's fans are very angry, and they frantically scolded you on Weibo Square for being a paste star who rubs the heat. ”

Ruan Qi took out his mobile phone and clicked on the hot search to look around.

Sure enough, they all scolded her.

Shen Wenqian: "Lin Jian has more than 20 million fans, and his combat effectiveness is off the charts. Xiao Qi, don't you want the PR department to take action? ”

Ruan Qi didn't speak, she glanced at the time.

11:40 p.m.

The little girl raised a sweet smile: "Brother Shen, in twenty minutes, I'll show you the face-slapping drama~"