"Xiaowen, do you say that Sicilian projection is real or fake?" The small light pokes the friend next to it.

They are now on their way to the nearest projection location announced by Fu Hui, and seeing that there is less than an hour before the projection starts, her heart is nervous again.

Since Fu Mo was on the hot search seven days ago, many people have been watching this excitement.

One station can produce 68 projections, is it possible?

And there is only one person in this station, and he has not raised funds yet, and he pays out of his pocket alone, even if he is a local tyrant, he will hesitate to feel distressed, right?

After all, it's no different from burning money to play.

"I think it's true," Xiaowen is holding her newly winning mobile phone, swiping Weibo beautifully.

Xiao Deng glanced at her and complained: "Didn't you say that people have no talent before?" Why is this all of a sudden? ”

"Because she has money, she also draws a lottery," Xiaowen held up the phone to Xiaolan and shook it, "What's more, she also won the lottery." ”

Although she can't marry Fu Wei as a wife, it's good to like her as a sister.

Under the light, the back cover of the white mobile phone reflected a bright and shining light, which stung Xiao Deng's eyes and her heart.

Obviously, she liked Fu Wei first, why was Xiaowen the one who won the lottery?

Xiao Deng wants to cry without tears.

…

For this projection, Fu Mo is not just distressed, she is like a knife.

"In 1973, my heart was so painful that I couldn't feel it."

Fu Wei sat in the café, looking at the huge screen of the floor-to-ceiling window in the department store, and his heart ached, these projections cost the client's money.

That's a tenth of your assets.

[You can go to the hospital, but that will cost you more.] ]

"Goodbye!"

Fu Mo picked up the cup and took a big sip, the second the tongue coating touched the black-brown liquid, the bitter taste followed the sensitive tongue coating and crawled over Fu Tao's body.

"The waiter is serving me the wrong one?" Fu Wei frowned, wondering whether to call the waiter over.

"You're Zhuang Jin's local tyrant sister Sicily, right?" Two young girls gathered around.

Fu Mo didn't wear a mask in the café, and the face that satisfied her and was particularly dazzling in the crowd was exposed, as long as she had watched Fu Hui's live broadcast, it was not difficult to recognize her.

"You are..."

Fu Mo already has an answer in his heart, it is nothing more than a mediocre netizen, no matter how bad it is, it is a netizen who likes Zhuang Jin.

It's just that she doesn't know the purpose of their crowding.

"We are also Tianjin," Tian Xiaowei was very arrogant and introduced herself very generously, "My name is Tian Xiaowei." ”

"My name is Tian Li." Tian Li grabbed Tian Wei's arm shyly and glanced at Fu Wei shyly.

"Sit down and have a drink," Fu Wei raised his hand and called the waiter. After the two of them ordered something, she slowly asked, "You should have liked my brother for many years, right?" ”

"How do you know?" The two replied at the same time, then looked at each other again, grabbed the ponytail at the back of their heads, and lowered their heads in unison.

"I guess."

Both of them were wearing T-shirts from Zhuang Jin's studio last year, and the bracelet on their hands was the official support for Zhuang Jin's concert the year before last, the year before last was the year when Zhuang Jin's career declined the most, if it wasn't for old fans, who would spend that money to see his concert?

"Are you here to see the opening screen too?" Fu Wei looked out the window and asked casually.

"Sister, you know this?" Tian Xiaowei was surprised, and her high voice attracted the attention of several tables of guests around her, many of whom were tired of the people who were working in the café.

It's a bad feeling to be watched as a monkey in a zoo, let alone an ugly-looking monkey.

Fu Wei frowned, regretting it in his heart. Why did she leave this babbling girl to make a block for herself?

became the focus of the eyes of the people around her, Tian Xiaowei didn't notice that something was wrong, and she still let go of her voice and said in a sycophant, "Sister, your projection today is really domineering, it's really... Eh, Tian Li, what are you doing? ”

Tian Li was pulling the hem of Tian Xiaowei's clothes, trying to make her voice quieter, but she didn't expect it to be self-defeating, and Tian Xiaowei's voice was louder.

"1973, why don't we go back?" Fu Wei looked at the coffee on the table that he had only taken a sip of, and lowered his head to reduce his sense of existence.

Since plastic surgery and gauze removal, she has never regretted being so good-looking. Just because she was eye-catching enough in the crowd, the approval sight that should have fallen on Tian Xiaowei fell on her with a bang.

"I still have some business, I'll go first," Fu Wei nodded at the two of them, grabbed the bag on the side, and got up to leave.

"Eh, sister, why are you leaving?" Tian Xiaowei was still holding on, and just as she wanted to get up with Fu Tao, the waiter walked up and happened to block the way.

The way to chase out was blocked by the waiter, Tian Xiaowei watched Fu Wei go to the cashier to settle the bill, and she could only stomp her feet in the seat in a hurry.

Fu Wei's figure left from the door, and the waiter moved away, and said to Tian Wei with a sneer in his kindness: "Miss, please use it slowly." ”

It didn't seem to notice Tian Xiaowei's anxiety at all.

The smile on the corner of the waiter's mouth continued to expand, but this time there was no kindness, only full mockery.

He's been in the café for so long, and he's seen a lot of all kinds of people. From the time Tian Xiaowei dragged Tian Li to the door and kept looking into the store, he noticed Tian Xiaowei.

The expression on Tian Xiaowei's face was also familiar to him, just like the faces of those who came to the café to rub off on friends and eat and drink for nothing. At the beginning, when he saw Fu Mo let them sit down and asked them to order something, he still felt that Fu Mo was a pit again, and he wanted Fu Mo to walk so neatly.

And he, naturally, also exerted his ** spirit to help her buy some time.

"Fuck, 1973, you say, is this just a fan studio, shameless?"

On the second day of the lottery, she saw three private messages from Zhuang Jin's studio in the private message list.

As soon as it was opened, the full shameless smell came to my face, and I almost didn't give Fu Mo an overnight meal.

"Hello young lady, is the projection you said on Weibo true? If it's true, can the contract be popped out? Although the rumors stop at the wise, the strong evidence can make my brother less black fans. ”

The first news from Zhuang Jin's studio was very official, and what he said was also very reasonable, which was quite normal. But the second and third pieces of news are enough to be shameless.

"Young lady, you are a newcomer, in fact, such a big support should be informed to the official in advance. If you tell the official, you can send the Weibo of the projection screen by my brother in person, so it will be more meaningful. ”

"So if there is any big event next time, remember to inform the official in advance."

After seeing it, Fu Mo just wanted to greet her mother, and then ask if grave jumping was a large-scale event?

Didn't the studio just see her live broadcast and say that she was a newcomer, so she came to the pit to be abducted?

The whole paragraph sounds right, but you taste it.

What does it mean to "should tell the official and post on Weibo by my brother"? It is said that this is more meaningful, but in fact, I just feel that Fu Mo and Zhuang Jin are not hot at all, and my heart is unbalanced.

What's more, there is also a topic that mocks Zhuang Jinming, and they naturally can't sit still.

The last message also emphasized the "big event", which further confirmed their desire to gain popularity.

Fu Mo was extremely angry at the time, and directly deleted the message, as if he didn't see it.

This is a hot search that she threw money in exchange, and the studio still wants to rub some heat, isn't this shameless to do?

[Don't say that, the executor, the client is also a fan of Zhuang Jin... She's fine. ]

Fu Mo was dumbfounded.