"You don't have to explain anything to me, you are a new-age woman with independent thoughts and know what you want." Lin Qingrou waved her hand and made an attitude that followed her, "As long as you feel good, then I will raise my hands to support it." ”

Song Miao blinked and smiled: "Just say this to you, then call your family to have a meal tomorrow, it will be regarded as a celebration of my success in being a love rival by thousands of women."

"Is that an exaggeration?"

"The reality is much more exaggerated than that." Song Miao smiled, and her nose was sour.

An hour after Dori made his relationship with her public, his agency began to effectively control public opinion, but it couldn't stop the fanatical fans from picking up.

Song Miao's past life couldn't stand pickpocketing, and as soon as she was picked, there was a problem, and some people even commented at the bottom of the blog post of the store in the Daoli, she was not worthy of the Daoli, let her hurry up and get out, and stop pestering her brother.

The more she looked at it, the more chilling she felt, until her phone prompted that the battery was low, and she came back to her senses and found a large water stain on her phone.

Daoli's phone call also came at this time, maybe the mobile phone screen was too slippery, she missed her hand and hung up, and Daoli's message was sent immediately, all of which were humble apologies.

"Don't look at the comments on the Internet lately, now things are going a little bit more than expected, and the company's public relations department is focusing on this matter."

"I'm sorry, I wronged you again, can you answer the phone first, I want to hear your voice."

"I'm sorry, now the downstairs of the company is surrounded by fans, and I can't come over to see you, but I have sent security guards to solve it, and I think it will be fine soon."

"Can you get back to me?"

The successive messages occupied most of the screen, and Song Miao's emotions had not eased, and she did not dare to reply to the messages in the Dao, lest she quarrel with him with the emotions of those vicious comments.

I couldn't wait for her news for a long time, and the speed of sending messages in Daoli slowed down completely.

Song Miao's mobile phone screen dimmed, and she saw a haggard face that was not human-shaped, and the tears had not yet dried, as if someone had smeared funny marks on her face with a transparent pen.

The negativity didn't last for two minutes, and the phone call from Daoli came, Song Miao was so shocked that his hands trembled, and he accidentally connected it, and as soon as the phone rang, the joyful voice of Daoli immediately came.

"You've finally answered the phone, are you okay? Why didn't you reply to my message, what are you doing now, have you eaten at night? How do you feel? Daoli threw out a series of questions, anxious to hear her voice.

Song Miao straightened up, pinched her neck with one hand, and pretended to be calm: "Are you afraid that I will know how to answer so many questions all of a sudden?" ”

A subtle hoarseness could be faintly heard in his gentle voice, as if he had just cried and was trying his best to hide his emotions at the moment.

Daoli sighed: "I'm sorry, it seems that this time it was made public, it was indeed me who was too presumptuous, I shouldn't have forced you to agree, and it hurt you in the end." ”

Obviously, he is facing more troubles, and the troubles that need to be solved are hundreds of thousands of times that of hers, but at this moment, it is he who comforts her in turn.

Song Miao's anger and grievances in her heart were sudden

dissipated a lot, and was in the mood to joke with him, "It's you who was hurt, right, your girlfriend's fans have left the fan and stepped on it." ”

Daoli smiled bitterly, "It's enough to have you, what kind of girlfriend fan do you want, as long as you don't feel uncomfortable, I'll find you later, and I'll have an impromptu meeting later." ”

"Is it to discuss this public matter?" Song Miao was a little nervous, "It has a great impact on you, right?" ”

Daoli comforted her, "Don't think too much, most of my fans are song fans, and it's not unacceptable for them to make public things, but it's fake fans who really make trouble on the Internet." ”

"Are you alright?" Song Miao asked repeatedly, and she always felt unsteady in her heart.

Daoli chuckled, and through the earpiece, his magnetic voice seemed to be a little distorted: "If you don't believe me, I won't hang up the phone, you can just listen to our meeting, okay?" ”

Song Miao quickly refused: "Don't be, I believe in you!" ”

By the time Dori finished the meeting and returned her message, she had already fallen asleep with her mobile phone, until the next day, when she opened the door, she saw a heavily armed Dori standing in the doorway, still holding a handful of bright roses in his hand.

Song Miao didn't have time to be surprised, and hurriedly pulled the person into the house, "Why are you here?" Didn't get stalked by the paparazzi? ”

I walked into the alley of the house and found a container where I could put flowers, and then carefully arranged the roses, and replied without raising my head, "My anti-reconnaissance ability is very powerful, and absolutely no paparazzi can track me." ”

After the roses were arranged into a pleasing shape, he looked up at Song Miao not far away, "Why are your eyes swollen?" Worried about me? ”

Song Miao was reluctant to follow his wishes, "I chased a bitter TV series yesterday, the love story of the male and female protagonists is too touching, I cried when I saw it, so I wasn't worried about you, I knew you could solve these things perfectly." ”

"You expect a lot from me." Michiri teased, "Why didn't you see it before? ”

"Nothing like this has happened before."

"That's right." Dori sat down on the sofa, then looked up a little pitifully and said, "But this incident may be a bit troublesome, and it may have to live up to your expectations of me." ”

Song Miao approached him nervously when she heard this, and said with puzzlement: "It's just an open relationship, it shouldn't make your career suffer too much, right?" ”

The dark light in Daoli's eyes flashed, and he stretched out his long arm to pull her into his arms, "It's not a trouble at work, it's my family who wants to see you." ”

In the tea room, Lin Qingrou, who heard this abrupt stop, waited for a while and didn't see her continue, so she couldn't help but take the initiative to ask, "And then?" How did you answer him? ”

Song Miao slowly brewed tea, her movements were smooth, and her skills became more and more proficient, she smiled and said, "I broke the topic, I think we are still young, and we can't set things so early." ”

Lin Qingrou shook her head helplessly, "If you think like this, then my family's Linlin's little green plum will be far away." ”

Speaking of Du Lin, Song Miao couldn't help asking, "Is he okay lately?" I heard that you and Du Zeming are looking for a new school for him? Why do you have to change schools after his surgery, so that he is not afraid that he will not be able to adapt? ”

"Whatever we want him to change, it's all his own idea." Lin Qingrou took the tea handed over by Song Miao, "You also know that although he is young, he is very sensible, and he will hardly make any excessive demands in front of us

The only request I couldn't bear to refuse. ”

Song Mian wanted to say a few more words, but stopped when he saw his friend's suddenly lonely expression, "Okay, it's good that he's happy, do you have a school you like at the moment?" ”

Du Lin's previous school was already considered to be the best, but if he wanted to change another one, he couldn't find the equal, so he could only pick up the second one.

Lin Qingrou shook her head, and then remembered that Du Lin had been frequenting the studio recently, "Maybe I would prefer a school that can cultivate a child's second hobby, he likes to draw, and we will respect his own choice." ”

"Dumiao has become a great painter, who will inherit the family property? You're not really waiting for me to give birth to a daughter for you to be a child bride and manage the company, are you? Song Miao looked vigilant, and couldn't wait to write the words "You hurry up and spare me" on her face.

"Take your beauty." Lin Qingrou pushed away Song Miao, who was leaning over, took out her mobile phone and looked at the news pushed, her eyes were attracted by the headline marked with Yang Rushui, and she subconsciously raised her hand and clicked in.

I saw Yang Rushui retweet a blog with the official tuba that had been verified, nothing else, it was the public copy sent by Daoli, and he also commented congratulations.

Lin Qingrou flipped her fingers down, and found that Yang Rushui's single comment area had also fallen, I don't know if it was the Daoli fan or the black person who pinched each other with Yang Rushui's single fan, the two sides were evenly matched, and no one could take advantage of anyone, but the excitement was undiminished.

"Why do you take it so seriously? Let me see it too! Song Miao suddenly probed over, and opened her eyes curiously, but before she could read the words clearly, Lin Qingrou quickly put away her mobile phone, "There's nothing to see, don't make tea, I haven't seen you for a few days, let's go to the restaurant and eat something delicious." ”

Song Miao snorted: "What are you covering, you just don't want to cover up, I also know what you're looking at, are people on the Internet scolding me for not being worthy of the Tao?" ”

"Don't listen to those people's nonsense, you are a perfect match, the top match, no one can be more worthy of him than you." Lin Qingrou took out her mobile phone and slid down the comment area, revealing only Yang Rushui's forwarding page, "I just watched this, Brother Yang stood up and spoke." ”

In fact, this is also a good wave of popularity, as long as it is not too much, it will naturally be able to rub some.

But Yang Rushui is not a little-known eighteenth line, he has his own stable fan base, and his current agent is also planning a big IP script for him, and the momentum is boiling, and it seems that the protagonist is him Yiyang.

There is still a suspicion of rubbing the heat in other people's speeches, but Yang Rushui will not let people have this kind of misunderstanding.

Song Miao leaned over and looked at her, and then her eyes fell from Lin Qingrou's phone to her face, wanting to say something, but in the end she held back, and only nodded calmly.

But she knew in her heart that most of the reasons for Yang Rushui's voice were still on Lin Qingrou's face, could it be that she was still obsessed with her friends? The girl who went to Du's house with him for dinner was too cruel.

"What do you think of Yang De, who is this person?" Song Miao suddenly asked.

Lin Qingrou didn't think twice: "A person who is very serious about his work, very capable and gentle, just look at his first voice this time, you can know that he is still very considerate of his friends." ”

It's really hard to say who is his friend in his eyes, but there is no need to say this to her, it will only increase her troubles.

Song Miao tugged at the corners of her mouth: "Then do you think it is possible for him and the girl who went to your house for dinner that day to achieve positive results?" ”

A good husband is a late bloomer