Chapter 307

After entering the hall of Song Ci's courtyard, that is, her living room, Su Yichuan had already applied for a Weibo account, and then handed it to Song Ci.

"Here, take a selfie and tell your fans that you're safe."

Song Ci took it, raised the mobile phone and took a selfie very carelessly, and then, after a few clicks on the mobile phone, the mobile phone was thrown aside, rubbing his head and speaking.

"Sent out."

Su Yichuan was very satisfied and picked up the phone, and when he saw the content of Song Ci's hair clearly, he blocked his chest in one breath, couldn't spit it out, and couldn't swallow it.

There was only one selfie under the empty Weibo before, and it was also a selfie with pure makeup, no beautiful pictures, and pixel scum to the extreme.

And if he sent it with a selfie, it made him want to vomit blood. - Alive.

What is alive? It's not alive or dead, he asked her to explain, and that's how she explained.

Yes! Can't you say something useful and send something pragmatic? Is it really good to be so perfunctory?

The point is, is it really good to be so perfunctory to fans?

As soon as Song Ci's Weibo registered account, there were fans to pay attention, and within a few minutes, Song Ci's real fans knew that everything was here.

It rises to 10W powder in five minutes.

Weibo, which was originally silent, suddenly became hot.

- Huh, I know that my porcelain sister is a Xiaoqiang who can't be killed, how can it be so easy to have an accident! Really, I really don't know what the XX Morning Post (the gossip that reported that Song Ci was blown up is good) is what it eats, is there such a curse on people, please be kind!

- Uh-huh, alive, alive, no matter what kind of you are, as long as it's alive, it's fine.

- scared the baby to death, the moment I saw the news, I really cried into a wow, and the moment I saw Sister Porcelain open Weibo, I instantly went deep into heaven again.

- My porcelain sister in society, a sentence is too cowhide to live, but this is no makeup and no filter, as an idol, what about your baggage? Don't want it?

- What do you want, my porcelain sister is naturally beautiful, and she is so beautiful without makeup, but this face is a little bad, Sister porcelain pays attention to the body, we love you.

Song Ci looked at the rumors on Weibo, and her favorite value obviously increased, and her embarrassed face gradually improved, and she felt that she had never ironed in her heart.

Sure enough, the fans are all little angels, and each of them can warm your heart and make your heart bloom.

- Heh, this Song porcelain has good skills, it's a big play, and it's the first time I've seen fans so happy to be walked back, and I've seen it.

- Why didn't Song Ci die, why didn't he just die.

Of course, these messages were subconsciously ignored by Song Ci.

Su Yichuan organized the company's people to control the field, looking at the messages of those real fans, licking and praising like dogs one by one, and his heart was a little tired.

The quality of this year's fans is really the best he has ever seen.

Song Ci didn't pay attention to it after throwing the phone to Su Yichuan.

She couldn't help but yawn, even if the love value gradually recovered, she still didn't have any energy, it seems that this is also the sequelae after using Xiao Hei.

"Xiao Porcelain has a good rest, and my mother will make you something to eat."

Qin Lan touched Song Ci's head, got up and went to find the kitchen.

Luo Jinsheng sat on the sofa next to him, looking at Song Ci's lazy appearance in the sofa, his eyes were full of smiles.

In fact, Song Ci felt the aura in her body, but every time she used it a little, her favorite value fell wildly, and Ding Ding screamed wildly in her body.