After signing for these items, the courier man left, Jing Qingran held the things, closed the door, and entered the house.

Jing Qingran just wanted to find a place to put these things down, when the man on the other side of the sofa said, "Take it here, I'll take a look." ”

Is this what a fan sent me? Jing Qingran wailed in his heart, does this man want to take a look?

However, he said so, and it was impossible for Jing Qingran not to move the objects in his hand to the coffee table in the living room.

It's letters and objects, the fans are really good, they used to be sent to the company, and the agent Xue Lu collected them, but now they are sent directly to their homes.

It should be a fan who pays close attention to Jing Qingran, so that he will know where she lives, will know that she is not at home, and then find the right time to send something to her.

Jing Qingran was very moved, thinking that he was tepid, and there were also die-hard fans to send things, which was really good.

Mu Zhengchen swept the items on the coffee table, he knew that this was sent to Jing Qingran by a fan, just now, the courier man said.

Reaching out to one of these objects, he picked up a letter at random, and then, without asking the owner's meaning, opened it and read it.

Jing Qingran wanted to stop him too late.

Forget it, it's all sent by fans, and he can watch it.

It's a fan's handwritten letter, shouting Jing Qingran shouted very affectionately, and directly called her nickname, Ran Ran, seeing this, the man's back was full of goosebumps, this fan must be a man!

The fan wrote in the letter that he likes Jing Qingran very much, likes Jing Qingran's plays, likes Jing Qingran's appearance, is very optimistic about Jing Qingran's future, and supports Jing Qingran to the end.

Mu Zhengchen put down the letter and went to open another one.

His face looked a little solemn, not as happy as Jing Qingran.

Jing Qingran was very happy to see the handwritten letters written by fans to herself, and the fans also gave Jing Qingran some small gifts, these small gifts are very cute, and she likes them too.

These male fans wrote to Jing Qingran, most of them were confessing, saying that they liked her, that they loved her, that she was the goddess of their dreams, aren't these confessions?

"Thrown!" After a long time, the man said with a cold face, and his voice was also cold.

How could Jing Qingran be willing to throw it away? Every thing that a fan sends her, she will keep it well, how can she throw it away?

The support of these fans is the motivation for her to continue to be an actress.

Jing Qingran didn't bother to look at him, and directly picked up the object and prepared to take it to collect.

"I told you to throw it away." The man's voice sounded coldly, and there was no room for negotiation.

"Why should I throw it away? These are all the hearts of the fans, and I will keep them in my collection. Jing Qingran said.

The next moment, the object in Jing Qingran's hand was snatched by the man and thrown into the trash.

"Why are you throwing them away?" Jing Qingran's eyes widened angrily, looked at him, and asked in a cold voice.

It's not easy for Jing Qingran to be an actor, if it weren't for the love and support of these fans, how would she get to where she is today? Stars are originally built by fans.

And Jing Qingran now needs a lot of fans to support her.

"What do they have to do with you? A few words with you? How many times have we met? How much do you know about you? Why do they say they like you? Love you? Want to marry you? The man looked at her condescendingly, and there was not a trace of warmth in his dark eyes.

"Isn't it good that fans love me?" Jing Qingran asked.

The momentum will not diminish much in front of him.

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