Lu Shixiu was silent again.

"You've been popular lately."

"Huh?"

"Huahai City, quite a lot of people are discussing your movie."

Wen Yiren suddenly laughed out loud, "I'm so beautiful, sooner or later I will be discovered by the audience, isn't this situation normal?" ”

Lu Shixiu was very cooperative, "Well, normal." ”

Hanging up the phone, Wen Yiren did not rush back to the room.

The moon tonight was surprisingly round, and the whole courtyard was illuminated.

Suddenly, on a whim, I stood under the moon and took a selfie of myself.

Speaking of which, she hasn't updated Weibo for a long time.

'The air in the mountains is good and the moon is beautiful. ’

Soon Wen Yiren received a comment.

'People are more beautiful. ’

The ID of the person who commented on her is well worth thinking about, called 'Your Mr. Hugh'.

Your Mr. Hugh?

Subconsciously clicked in, Weibo was registered a month ago, and only one piece of content she promoted "First Love" was forwarded in it, and nothing else.

Just the avatar of this Mr. Hugh......

Why is it so much like a pot of cacti that she raised on the balcony of her house?

This person must be Lu Shixiu!

Lu Shixiu has his own Weibo account, and he has tens of millions of fans.

However, his accounts seem to be managed by professionals, and there are only seven or eight in total, and all of them are news about the Lu Group.

Wen Yiren couldn't help but reply to this comment.

'Thank you for the compliment. ’

Lu Shixiu also replied very quickly, "It should be." ’

You're welcome......

Is it right to praise her?

Fortunately, Lu Shixiu's trumpet did not expose a lot of information, otherwise it would have been known that she was followed and commented on by Lu Shixiu, and she deliberately contracted the hot search for half a month.

It was past twelve midnight when I got back to my room, and I could occasionally hear the crows chirping in the distance.

Suddenly, there was a loud sound of glass breaking.

"What's going on with Sister Yiren?"

Yang Meimei sat up.

Wen Yiren opened his eyes very leisurely, "Maybe someone accidentally broke the bowl, you continue to sleep, I'll take a look." ”

"It's so cold outside, or I'll go."

"It's okay, I can't sleep anyway."

The voice came from the village chief's room.

At this time, Aunt Wang and Fu Deming were standing at the door of the village chief wrapped in coats, and the three of them were all scared and trembling.

Striding over, through the crack in the door, it was obvious that the village chief was lying on the bed, but Zhou Lu was standing next to the bed.

She turned her back to everyone, and she was immature to see her long messy hair draped over her shoulders, and her long skirt with no feet in sight.

The whole house was gloomy, and on the ground, was the village chief's medicine bowl.

"Miss Wen, she, she really came."

Aunt Wang suddenly grabbed Wen Yiren's arm, her eyes full of fear.

At this moment, Zhou Lu suddenly turned around.

Her face was pale, half of her face was rotten, and when she saw Fu Deming, she suddenly became excited, "Deming, you are back, you are finally willing to come back." ”

Zhou Lu had already floated towards this side, and Fu Deming was so frightened that he retreated again and again.

"Deming, I'm sending you, I'm sending you, I'll be reincarnated if you die, Deming, help me!"

"Zhou Lu, you, stay away from me." Fu Deming's crutches had long since disappeared, and he was already sitting on the ground at the moment.

Aunt Wang suddenly rushed over to protect him, "Zhou Lu, what are you going to do to rush me, it's your fault first, you are innocent, why put hatred on the village and on Deming?" ”