Lin Fan was originally indignant, but when he heard this, he immediately coaxed: "Brother Na Ze doesn't care about it......

Jiao Xiaotang turned back to the sofa and sat down, and opened Weibo on the computer, "Come and see, this flower will suddenly appear, it is very mysterious, it seems to support you, buy so many advertising spaces, this is an astronomical amount, who would be such a loser to support idols?" ”

Both were at a loss and had no clue.

Lin Fan is really popular this time, young people who used to surf the Internet only knew her, and now even square dance aunts know her.

Don't talk about black, just talk about popularity, she is really top-notch now......

There has been a message popping up on WeChat, Lin Fan clicked on it, and it was sent by He Tong: "Fanbao, you have to come on!" Brother always believes in you! Always support you! Mo Mo Da (づ ̄ 3 ̄)づ! ”

"This little brat!" Lin Fan replied: "Good job." ”

He Zhijun, who was holding a mobile phone on the other side, had a serious face, stared at the two words for a long time, and asked Maodou: "Can you say good to your husband?" ”

Edamame: "It's good to my son." ”

He Tong's eyes slowly reddened, and his pink lips bit lightly, as if he was desperate, and then rushed into the bathroom and locked the door.

Edamame chased after him and knocked on the door: "You come out for me!" We're flying to Paris to shoot your new album music video! ”

He Tong: "Fanbao doesn't like me!" I'll quit the entertainment industry and become a monk! ”

Edamame: Now that you are a monk who wants to graduate from a bachelor's degree, who wants you as a primary school student!

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Lin Fan stared at his phone, wondering what Sheng Xingze would think when he saw these negative news, would he also misunderstand what kind of financier she had?

Many people who have worked with her have sent messages to express their concern, but Sheng Xingze has not moved, looking at his avatar, Lin Fan thought about it.

He's the boss, she's a signed artist, so he can't be misunderstood.

After thinking for a long time, Lin Fan clicked on the dialog box with him and sent a text message to the past: "Brother Ze, I don't have a gold master." ”

She has a red heart to the galaxy! There is absolutely no rebellion to stand on your own!

Lin Fan waited anxiously, staring at the dialog box without blinking, waiting for him to reply.

Sheng Xingze finally replied to her bland three words after two minutes: "I know." ”

Lin Fan jumped up from the sofa: "Why is he so good!" ”

Jiao Xiaotang, who was trying to use the trumpet to infiltrate the Blossom Club Weibo group, looked inexplicable: "What's wrong with you?" ”

Lin Fan sat down happily, with a light layer of pink floating on his little face: "It's nothing." ”

She looked at her phone, Sheng Xingze sent another message and asked, "Is the review written?" ”

She immediately replied: "It's done!" I'll send it to you tomorrow morning. ”

Sheng Xingze: "Okay. ”

Lin Fan: "Brother Ze rest early, good night Brother Ze!" ”

Sheng Xingze: "Good night." ”

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In the classical garden, the pavilions and pavilions, the rockery and flowing water, a round of bright moon hanging obliquely on the horizon, the breeze gusts, and the lanterns under the corridor are swaying.

A man was thrown heavily on the courtyard floor, and his hood was pulled open, revealing Master Chen's panicked face.

"After stealing something from Tianyi Alliance, where do you think you can go?" A lazy, hoarse voice came from above.

Master Chen was startled, raised his head tremblingly, and saw a young man sitting on the railing with his back against a carved wooden pillar, holding a snow-white sword in his arms, a black silk robe, and a white crane with wings spread and flying embroidered on it.

Beneath the short flaxen hair, a painted smiley face mask rests over the face.