On the question of whether there is a boyfriend or not.

Chi Ying replied very simply.

"No one wants to be ugly."

All:??

Xu Qing was amused by her humor. "You, you, you are proud of your beauty, if you want me to say that you should open a Weibo, go up and search for your name if you have nothing to do, you will definitely be overwhelmed by the enthusiasm of netizens."

Xu Qing has a Weibo of his own, but most of the time it is handled by people from the studio.

Accumulated over the years.

There are also quite a few fans.

If there is nothing to do, Xu Qing will also go online to interact with his little fans.

"Forget about Weibo, I don't like it very much. Let's talk about it later! ”

"Are you older than me, and young people are as rigid as you?"

Chi Ying raised his hand and brushed the broken hair in front of his forehead.

"Director Xu, do you really think I'm rigid?"

No, she's not rigid, she's not rigid at all, and she's even overly lively.

Think about it, when filming in the deep mountains and old forests, the whole crew relied on the pistachio of Chiying.

After the shoot, she kept in touch with most of the staff.

A small gust of wind blew.

There was a flash click.

Chi Ying looked at the light source.

I found someone filming myself.

It was not far away from the photographer standing next to the red carpet.

Chi Ying grinned at the camera.

The smile that was magnified in an instant, and the photographer who didn't have time to move the camera just froze it.

Tonight.

The most beautiful oriental spirit in Venice Tans.

The raw picture was sent back to China as soon as possible.

[The glow of my family's galloping beauty. 】

[Chi Fairy is going to sweep the red carpet tonight. 】

[Love, love, love. 】

[If Chi Ying can smile at me, I have no regrets in this life. 】

[Just a few pictures are not enough to see, woo woo woo...... There are a few more friends who are on the scene. 】

[When the actress walks the red carpet, she can't wait for the photos to fly all over the world, and the studio promotes it again and again. This Chiying is good, Weibo doesn't have it, the team doesn't have it, and even the signing company doesn't have it. If it weren't for the chance encounter of a fan at the airport, I wouldn't have known that they would have gone to an international film festival. 】

[Miss Chi has a little self-consciousness as an artist.] 】

[Hehe, Chi Ying is afraid that he didn't win an award at the international film festival for fear of embarrassment, so he didn't dare to hype it! ] If you don't get a prize by then. Isn't it a slap in the face. 】

[Where did the demons and monsters jump out of the upstairs, get away! ] No one speaks when you're dumb! 】

……

Xia Jin can be angry, he can be angry.

These beam-jumping clowns know a fart, and the little black powder is jumping so high.

How dare you say that about his cousin.

If he doesn't fight with these little black flies on the Internet for three hundred rounds, he won't be called Xia Jin.

Xia Jin, who was driving a trumpet, was chatting with black fans below the comment area.

The sound of tapping on the keyboard is 'tap tapping'. The reverberations were exceptionally clear in the training room.

Ji Mu came out in the middle of the night, and Xia Jin, the housekeeper, was still sitting in front of the computer in high spirits.

I took a closer look.

It's all 'civil' greetings to the whole family.

"If you can have that half of the energy in training, we can win the game about 10 minutes before the end of the game."

Xia Jin: ?

"Boss, doesn't your conscience hurt when you speak?"

"No, it won't."

Ji Muyi casually pulled out the chair next to him and sat down, his legs folded, holding his mobile phone and not knowing what he was looking at.

Xia Jin reinvested in a new round of combat effectiveness.

"Wait until I go to the toilet and come back to continue fighting, Ji Shao, you help me watch, if my cousin comes out and calls me."