With the praise of countless music bloggers, Yan Hatsune's "Firework" has been played millions of times on QQ Music, approaching 10 million.

Yan Chuyin didn't have time to react at all, and countless private messages and tips of concern popped up from Weibo.

Yan Chuyin's Weibo nickname is "Yan Chuyin".

She was too lazy to think about a nickname, so she simply used her real name.

It's also fortunate that this name was taken at the beginning, otherwise the name Yan Hatsune would have been occupied long ago.

Many Weibo netizens and admiring fans followed the name "Yan Chuyin" to find it, and some people asked in private messages if it was the deity.

Private messages, Aite, and attention prompts, like countless pieces of paper flying over in the swift morning words.

Her Weibo doesn't have any content, most of them are some interesting Weibo that he retweets in her spare time.

There are a lot of comments under these Weibo.

The comments flew in one after another, and Yan Chuyin couldn't read it at all.

She moved her fingers and posted a Weibo.

[It's me, thank you for liking, I will continue to work hard!] 】

As soon as this Weibo was posted, the number of retweets, comments, and likes rose rapidly and violently like a rocket.

From hundreds, then to thousands, and finally broke through 10,000, and it is still rising rapidly.

Yan Chuyin tried her best to read all the private messages and comments, but there were still too many for her to read at all.

Lu Zeyan on the side saw her holding her mobile phone, fiddling with it intently, very seriously.

As if no one else existed, it had entered a state of self-forgetfulness.

He couldn't help frowning slightly, and his ink pupils were a little dull.

He hated the feeling of being ignored.

Yan Hatsune is immersed in reading comments and private messages, of course, she just looks at it, and won't reply, after all, she is not a robot with so many private messages and comments, and it is impossible for everyone to reply.

In that case, then treat it fairly, and no one will return.

Suddenly, a snow-white slender hand reached out in front of him.

Before Yan Chuyin could react, this hand snatched the mobile phone from his hand.

Her eyes immediately widened, and she looked at the owner of the hand with a frown.

Lu Zeyan took away her mobile phone, and there was no expression on her handsome face, "Don't always look at these, it's easy to be short-sighted." ”

Yan Chuyin felt that Lu Zeyan was really getting wider and wider, and he even had to intervene sideways when he played with his mobile phone.

"It's okay with you, pay me back!" She immediately got up from the couch and reached out to snatch her phone back.

Unexpectedly, Lu Zeyan relied on his height advantage and raised the mobile phone to a high place.

No matter how Yan Hatsune stretched out her hand or tiptoed, she was like a funny child, unable to reach her mobile phone.

When Lu Zeyan saw her like this, there was a rare hint of joy in his dark eyes.

"Don't look at your phone anymore." He raised his chin slightly, looked arrogant, and said loudly.

"I don't look at my phone, so what do I look at?" Yan Chuyin was annoyed and angry, pursed her lips and glared at him, "Look at you?" ”

When Lu Zeyan heard this, his expression was stunned, and he pursed his lips unnaturally as if he was guessing what was going on.

He didn't know that the way he looked now was like the kind of child who deliberately made it bad, just wanted to get the attention of adults.

It's a bit naïve.

He lowered his eyes, and saw that Hatsune seemed to be really angry.

So he stopped teasing and handed the phone to Yan Hatsuin.