"I want to go to your house today."

"Can you come with me?"

Neither male nor female, some strange voices came intermittently in the pink room.

"Ah, it's so hard to imitate the voice," the girl with delicate makeup didn't care about the risk of taking off her makeup, and fell on the bed and kept rolling.

It's been three days since the last event, and Fu Wei has practiced over and over again at home according to that recording, but he can't imitate Zhuang Jin's voice.

Fu Wei took out his mobile phone from the bed and looked at the countdown on his phone, Zhuang Jin's recent itinerary is private, and the only itinerary officially announced recently is still a day later.

She put away the client's "long cannon", and looked at the "dead man" who was so heavy that she was dead that she was sad and helpless.

"If you like someone, you just like it, can't you? Why do you have to run around with someone? ”

The official is not out of the airport map, and a group of fans follow along, which costs money and effort.

[That's what you don't understand, people generate electricity for love.] ]

Although this electricity is not very useful.

While waiting for the official itinerary in Fu Wei, her 680,000 station lottery was time, and she was now very confident in her face, and directly opened a live broadcast to broadcast the whole process of the lottery.

"Are you looking forward to it? In two minutes, the system will automatically draw the lottery," Fu Hui held up the phone in front of the phone clamped on the phone holder, so that they could see the lottery time on Weibo.

[I can get rich today: look forward to it!! ]

[Can I get the award of Sister Sicily today: Sister look at my ID, please give me an affirmative answer.] ]

[Stars, Sun, Moon: If I win the lottery today, I invite everyone here to drink milk tea.] ]

Netizens' various answers hit Fu Hao's laughter, "Is it serious to ask for milk tea, if it's really pleased, if you don't win the lottery today, I will give you a separate prize." ”

The comments in the live broadcast room turned into a bunch of hahahaha.

The named "Stars, Sun, and Moon" is a grievance comment: I... Isn't it too late for me to say that I'm not serious?

"It's too late," Fu Hui gave an affirmative look in front of the camera.

On the other side, the girl grabbed her friend's arm and stared excitedly at the phone on the table, which was displayed on Weibo's message list.

"Draw 100 out of millions of people, Xiaowen, do you think I have a chance?" Xiao Deng looked at his friend Xiaowen expectantly, wanting to get an affirmative answer from her.

But Xiaowen only glanced at her with emotion clearly, and said the most possible cruelty: "I don't think so," she shook her head at Xiaodeng.

"Why? I think I have a chance, I bought a hundred numbers to forward it, "Xiaodeng is not giving up, and he is still comforting himself."

Xiaowen, an old user of Weibo, explained to her: "I said before that the Weibo lottery depends on the weight of your account, and your accounts will be filtered at once." ”

"Oh, okay."

As soon as the time comes, Weibo's lottery system will automatically start screening the lottery. The prizes with a total value of 680,000 yuan ranged from mobile phones and computers to skin care products and snacks, adding up to a total of 100 places, and it took more than ten times to draw the prizes in batches.

"There really is no me," Xiao Deng, who had already eased his mood, shook his head, the beautiful sister's lottery was really unrelated to her.

"I'm too noble," Xiao Deng said arrogantly, "I'm a woman who can't get a beautiful sister, hum." ”

Xiao Deng stretched out his hand and pushed the Xiao Wen next to him, but there was no response.

She stretched out her hand and shook it in front of Xiaowen a few more times, "Hey, come back to your senses, what are you looking at?" ”

Why doesn't she complain about narcissistic Xiaowen here? If it were in normal times, Xiaowen would have jumped up early to send her a chestnut and remind her not to dream.

"If you don't talk again, I'll use your phone to find the reason?" Xiao Deng said and stretched out his hand to approach slowly, but Xiao Wen still maintained that posture, motionless.

"I really took it," she took Xiaowen's mobile phone and looked at it, and then the angry sound of a small lamp sounded in the room.

"Damn, you actually won the lottery?" Xiao Deng looked at Xiaowen in disbelief, his eyes full of jealousy.

The gift of the beautiful sister she fell in love with, but was cut off by her friend?

？？？

"No way, you're too noble," Xiaowen came back to his senses in the roar of Xiao Deng, spread his hands, shook his head and said helplessly.

Xiao Deng's eyes became more and more resentful when she looked at her, and she made a Xizi heart-to-heart gesture with a special lack of restraint, sniffing her nose, and said contrivedly: "And I, humble." ”

"Are you going to get out?" Xiao Deng's face was expressionless, and he even had the urge to hit someone.

"Okay," Xiaowen made an ok gesture, flattering her to wink, took back her phone and began to share her happiness today.

"Go and check your message list, have you received any private messages from me?" Fu Wei pointed to the mobile phone in his hand and looked at the comments seriously.

[I'm also African today: I'm not going to win the lottery today.] ]

[Sweetheart: No.] ]

[Cute Love: No +1]

[Fumiko is not a mosquito: I have!!] ]

Among the many nos, this winning comment is particularly eye-catching.

"Congratulations, today's winning friends remember to fill in the winning information, I will give you a gift as soon as possible."

Fu Wei was heartbroken as she spoke, but she still had a smile on her face, and the biggest pain in life was to give money to others.

As heartbroken as Fu Hui, there was also Xiaodeng, she glanced at her good friend who was so happy that she couldn't help herself because she won the prize, and her heart gurgled with acid bubbles: Obviously she liked Fu Hui first, why is the person who won the lottery Xiaowen?

Small, Didn't win the lottery, Wen: I'm going to have a Beethovenian sadness.

…

"How long will we have to wait?" Fu Wei leaned against the wall, looked at the watch on his wrist again and again, and obviously said that it was half past three, but now it is almost four o'clock in a few minutes, and the person has not come out yet.

A few station sisters next to them saw a new face appear, and immediately came forward to say hello: "Are you here to pick up Zhuang Jin or Ren Yueyin?" ”

Fu Wei looked up and saw that it was a girl with short hair and a peaked cap, holding a camera in her arms and asking her.

"I'll pick up Zhuang Jin."

The short-haired girl immediately beckoned to the other side and shouted loudly: "Come here, I found Zhuang Jin's station sister, she is still alive." ”

？？？

Fu Wei was puzzled: Is there still a dead Sister Zhuang Jin?

1973: [Why not, isn't the client counted as one?] ]

"My name is Ge Jia, and I belong to Ren Yueyin," Ge Jia said, patting his chest.

She was a little heavy on herself, listening to the sound of the two flesh collisions of "pop", Fu Wei was a little worried about her, if this chest was patted again, would she really be able to live tenaciously?

1973, who talked a lot, began to show his IQ again: [Maybe other people's ones are filmed, you don't understand the executor.] ]

？？？

You can shut the microphone.

A few station sisters over there heard Ge Jia's voice, and the bespectacled station sister headed by her shook her head and resisted a little.

The friend didn't come over, and Ge Jia was not sad, but explained the reason to Fu Wei: "They and I are both from Ren Yueyin's family, but..."

She pretended to look around, and then whispered, "They hate Zhuang Jin very much." ”

"Why?" Fu Wei subconsciously asked the reason.

As far as she knows, Zhuang Jin gives fans and passers-by a good impression, and there is no black spot when she opens it. How did they know that Zhuang Jin was white and black?

Ge Jia stared at her for a long time, and then her eyes were so hot that she seemed to burn the mask on Fu Yuan's face, "Shouldn't you be the new local tyrant of Zhuang Jin's family?" ”

A new station for local tyrants?

"I'm a new station, but I'm not a tyrant at all," Fu Wei shook his head and hugged the "cannon" in his arms.

The local tyrant doesn't feel distressed when he spends money, but she will, so she doesn't deserve to be called a local tyrant.

"Oh, I know, local tyrants don't like to be called local tyrants by others, after all, there is soil, I know I understand," Ge Jia waved his hand, not caring about this stubble.

"Recently, there have been drafts on the Internet saying that our sister is with your brother, and they think that your family bought the draft, and they are angry."

Fu Fu Panda-style dog head was speechless, although she still knew little about chasing stars now, but she still knew some basic common sense.

Ren Yueyin and Zhuang Jin are not the same coffee, the two of them are put together, it is completely Ren Yueyin landing on the moon and touching porcelain.

So why do they think that Zhuang Jin bought the draft?

Is he thinking that he is not mushy enough? is vying to throw another wave of girlfriend fans for himself.

After Ge Jia's one-sided chat, Zhuang Jin and his assistant finally arrived from a distance, and behind him was Ren Yueyin.

The station sisters who came to pick up Zhuang Jin didn't know where a few came out, and Fu Wei followed them and began to take pictures in a decent way.

Fu Wei only took a few photos, and was looking down at the photo she had just taken, when she was not paying attention, she was hit hard by a backward person behind her, and she was hit by an unstable center of gravity, and she rushed forward in the direction of force.

"Click," this is the sound of the client's "cannon" in close contact with the ground. Then there was a muffled grunt and a clear voice of "be careful".

Fu Wei didn't fall too hard this time, and when she was about to touch the cold ground like a camera, a pair of warm and soft hands caught her.

"Are you alright?" Zhuang Jin asked softly, he only thought it was an ordinary station sister, and asked casually. When he saw Fu Hui's eyes exposed to the mask, he was suddenly stunned, it was her again.

Thinking about it for a moment, he seemed to have heard Xiao Wu say that she was coming to pick up this flight.

Xiao Wu really bowed down to Fu Wei's wallet, and he has not left Fu Tao for the last five sentences, and has been sighing Fu Tao's good life.

Fu Mo tried to move her legs, but the pain from her ankles and knees made her stop immediately.

Damn, I knew I wouldn't be coming.

"Xiao Wu, you help her to take a taxi to the hospital," Zhuang Jin turned his head and called Xiao Wu, made a look, and handed Fu Yu to her.

He turned his head and began to remind the other station sisters, "You must be careful, people at the airport should pay more attention to safety." ”

Fu Wei, who was helped by Xiao Wu to jump and walk outside the airport, was still sighing and inhaling.

She was feeling sorry for her feet, Xiao Wu's strength was not great, Fu Wei couldn't and was embarrassed to put the weight of her whole body on her, and as soon as her injured foot was stressed, it hurt even more.

There is also the client's camera, the crisp and heart-warming sound just now, Fu Wei knows that this small hundreds of thousands of eighty percent is gone.

Xiao Wu helped her to Zhuang Jin's nanny car and began to ask her about her situation: "Little sister, are you okay?" ”

Fu Wei shook his head, his smile was bleak, and a thin layer of fine sweat was covered on his forehead, "It's okay." ”

Can't die.

She suddenly thought of the client who committed suicide, she was just eighteen years old, how could she endure the pain and die slowly at home alone?

She is still worthless for the client in the car, and Zhuang Jin has gotten rid of the fans and got into the car.

"Are you okay? I'll ask the driver to take you to the hospital. ”

Because Fu Wei was injured, Zhuang Jin let Xiao Wu sit in the back seat in order to avoid suspicion, and he sat in the co-pilot. Seeing the fine sweat on Fu Wei's head, he immediately took the tissue in front of him and handed it over from the front.

"It's okay, thank you, brother," Fu replied gritting her teeth and smiling.