"What, you are Zhang Jingjun"
Maybe it was because Wang Busheng's head was a little slow, but there was no strange color on Zhang Jingjun's face when he was introduced to Zhang Jingjun. It was Liu Mei who said this.
Liu Mei was still very responsible for what her young master told her. In order not to let the guests suffer, let alone her young master, Liu Mei counted the 800 jelly beans five times to make sure there were no problems. Wrap it in oil paper and put it into a cloth bag. There are 800 pills, which is not too much or too little. It is enough to fill a cloth bag. It is a bit difficult for Liu Mei to carry it.
Zhang Jingjun's self-introduction happened at the moment Liu Mei appeared.
Zhang Jingjun's reputation is a household name, and everyone knows it. Maybe you don't know the name of the current Holy Emperor, but if you don't know who Zhang Jingjun is, it only means that you are not from Earth.
"You, you, you, you are Zhang Jingjun."
Because of her excitement, Liu Mei's words seemed a bit incoherent.
As a big star, he can be regarded as a high-ranking person. When Zhang Jingjun said his name in front of Wang Busheng, there was also an element of self-showing. However, Zhang Jingjun did not expect that other people would appear at this time, so that the surprised people would not be surprised. People who don't want to be surprised are surprised.
Liu Mei's appearance made Zhang Jingjun a little at a loss, and she hurriedly put on the hijab. No matter what crazy fans do, it's not surprising.
"Liu Mei, what's wrong with you?" This was the first time that Wang Busheng had seen Liu Mei lose his temper, full of tears and excited. He was not even so moved by his contribution to saving him from suffering and rebuilding his kindness. Could it be that this person in front of him was Liu Mei's first girlfriend? The parents' greed for money and profit forcefully separated the loving little lovers.
"Master, you, you don't know Zhang Jingjun"! Liu Mei's face was full of doubts.
"Well. This name is quite familiar," Wang Bushi thought for a while, "I couldn't think of it for a while."
"Young Master, she is a big star," Liu Mei replied in a desperate tone, "How could you not recognize her?"
The "big star" was a little surprised to hear that this professional king was immortal, "Is it the one who sings Sweet and Sour? Could it be that she also traveled through time together?"
"Um, young master, what are you talking about? Time travel. It's all a lie on TV. Only the stupid ones believe it. The sour and sweet ones are apples." I usually see that my young master has a very bright mind. What happened today? , isn't eighteen hours of rest a day a bit too little, "This Zhang Jingjun is a singer, that big star Zhang Jingjun is famous all over the country, even in foreign countries."
Zhang Jingjun is a little uncomfortable. Isn't he not popular recently? Even Wang Busheng, a boy like him, has never heard of his name. It is no exaggeration to say that his name is as familiar to the people of the Ming Empire as Confucius, Mencius, Zhu Xi and Wang Shouren. Zhang Jingjun strongly suspected that Wang Busheng had traveled through time, and it would not have been very long.
Liu Mei's reminder suddenly enlightened Wang Bushit, and he asked cautiously, "Is he the one who sang the song "A Love Letter That Can't Be Sent"?"
"Yes, yes," Liu Mei hurriedly agreed, "It's that Zhang Jingjun, a love letter that can't be sent, a thousand words that can't express it, longing stuck in my heart, wandering where is the destination."
"You, you are really Zhang Jingjun." Wang Bushi looked at Zhang Jingjun in disbelief. As the only celebrity that Wang Bushi had chased in his life, he was damned for not recognizing him.
What we want is this effect, for Zhang Jingjun to achieve "I am Zhang Jingjun, the Zhang Jingjun you mentioned."
Wang Bushit stood up, flopped down on the ground, and hugged Zhang Jingjun's calf, "Ah haha, today, today I saw Zhang Jingjun alive."
Forgive the male protagonist for not being reserved. After all, this is the first time Wang Bushit has seen a live big star. There are still many stars in the 21st century. Basically, everyone who has anything to do with entertainment will call them big stars. It’s just their status. Too high, ordinary people cannot approach them. Even their biggest fans will be blocked five meters away by their group of powerful bodyguards. They can only watch from a distance and cry loudly with tears in their eyes. So and so, I love you.
In his previous life, Wang BuSi wanted to be a star. Firstly, he had a high income, and secondly, he could cooperate with many female stars. Unfortunately, he really wanted to be entertained, but entertainment looked down on him. Wang BuSi didn't even have the chance to be entertained. No, just half a year after traveling to the Ming Empire in this life, Wang Bu Die met a big star, and he was one of the top celebrities in the Ming Empire and even the entire planet. How could Wang Bu Die not be excited, if it had been anyone else? Probably not much better than Wang Budie.
Liu Mei didn't feel very good. Did her young master's behavior go too far? Although she also liked Zhang Jingjun and was her biggest fan, the kind that would never rust, she didn't reach the point of bowing down and worshiping her. Celebrity is just a profession. You can love or love deeply, but the one you love must have integrity and dignity. If you don't marry someone other than her, that would be a bit too much. Chasing stars rationally is very important. Obviously, my young master is not very rational. , after all, he is a rich young man with a house and wealth, so he still needs to be reserved.
Wang Busui's sudden move shocked Zhang Jingjun. There were many crazy fans, some sent love letters, some gave gifts, and even booked concerts, but they were all very reserved. People of the Ming Empire They are all very reserved. Although they like you very much, they show dispensable expressions on the surface. Then this Wang Busui acted too real.
He hugged his calf with both hands. Fortunately, Wang Bushit didn't do any other excessive things, such as wiping snot on Zhang Jingjun's socks or tickling other people's calves. Otherwise, Zhang Jingjun would definitely call his servants and stage a one-on-ten live show.
This scene is so familiar, they are indeed twin brothers, even the strength of holding their calves is the same. Zhang Jingjun understands this deeply.
"Hurry up and let me go," Zhang Jingjun wanted to pull out her leg. Of course, Zhang Jingjun's action was just a statement and had zero actual effect. It is no exaggeration to say that Wang Busheng can hold Zhang Jingjun with this strength for a lifetime. As time goes by, my hand has always been strong.
"I won't let you go, even if I beat you to death. What if you run away?" Wang Bushi insisted, "Liu Mei, hurry up and close the door. Don't let Zhang Jingjun escape."
Liu Mei's face turned red from suppressing her anger. She looked at Zhang Jingjun and then at the young master lying on the ground, "Master, it is against the law to imprison people."
"Uh, Liu Mei, don't talk nonsense. I won't do anything that breaks the law. Obeying the law has always been my first principle as a person," Wang Bushi explained.
"You are committing a crime." He has learned from the past that he can't break away, so Zhang Jingjun simply gave up the struggle. The one who is strong is not his opponent. Zhang Jingjun intends to write a letter, moving with emotion and understanding with reason.
"Um, Miss Zhang, chasing stars is also against the law!"
"It's not against the law to chase stars, but it is against the law for you to hug my legs. Have you ever heard of the crime of obscenity? It can range from being spanked by the yamen to being sent to the army as a Japanese pirate," Zhang Jingjun explained. Of course, there was a lot of nonsense.
"real"? Wang Busheng was very suspicious.
In order not to embarrass her young master, Liu Mei also nodded in agreement, "It's true, young master. The laws of the Ming Empire are still very strict. After being spanked in the yamen, the person is basically useless."
"Oh my god," Wang Busui said with palpitations. He had such a nice butt, so it would be bad if it got broken. Then he looked at Zhang Jingjun with eager eyes and said, "I'll let you go, and you promise not to run away."
"Run, why should I run? I'm here to buy things, not to snatch things." Zhang Jingjun explained. It's not like she met a group of fans, so Zhang Jingjun wouldn't run away. The strong wind and waves are unbearable. You are just a finger-high spray. Zhang Jingjun is not afraid.
"you swear"
"Uh. Ah. I swear, Wang Budie, you're going a little too far." Zhang Jingjun's expression was very bad. For someone as famous as herself, there are still people who don't believe her words. This is a humiliation to her character.
"If you don't swear, I won't let go." Wang Bushu also had his own insistence. After all, not everyone can touch the calf of a big star. It is smooth and feels smooth, and you can smell the faint body fragrance of the owner of the leg. This was such a happy thing, so Wang Budie increased his intensity.
Facing the unreasonable fans, Zhang Jingjun also seemed very helpless. Could it be that she really called the servants outside to come in and beat up Wang Busheng? This is so bad. I don’t know how those shameless tabloid reporters arranged for her. Zhang Jingjun was acting like a big name. Zhang Jingjun ordered his men to beat fans just because they didn't give him gifts.
It is said that a popular star, especially a female star, cannot do without scandals. If you want to be popular, you must have scandals. If you don't have scandals, you must create scandals. But Zhang Jingjun disdains this method. If you have strength, you don’t have to worry about not being famous.
Zhang Jingjun had to compromise. After being hugged by Wang Busui for a long time, Zhang Jingjun was afraid that she would really be rumored.
"Okay, let me go first, I swear."
"You should swear first, although I am very simple, I am not stupid either."
"Okay, it's up to you. I swear first." After thinking about the lines, Zhang Jingjun raised her hand.
"It doesn't matter if you raise your hands, as long as you are sincere, and if you raise your arms for too long, I will feel bad."
Zhang Jingjun had the urge to vomit blood, but I endured it and put my hand back, "If I lied to you, let me."
"Wait, add your name after you, of course, if you don't mind, add my name too". Wang Busui reminded that you should not have the intention to harm others, but you still have to be defensive. Who knows which cat or dog you are talking about.
Continuing to endure "If I, Zhang Jingjun, lied to you, Wang Busui, just let me, just let me get acne on my face," I have to say that swearing is an unfamiliar thing to Zhang Jingjun and is very unprofessional. No matter what, you have to add a few dirty words, such as not having a good death, giving birth to a son without holes, etc.
Of course, for Zhang Jingjun, having acne on his face was already a relatively vicious oath for a beautiful woman he had only seen for thousands of years, but Wang Busui was very dissatisfied.
"Additionally, my throat is sore." Wang Bushit's supplement was still very vicious. A singer's voice is broken, which is tantamount to tearing out the heart and lungs.
Now that she had risked her life, Zhang Jingjun did not hesitate and continued to add, "My throat is sore, my face is fat, and my body is out of shape."
Liu Mei wanted to remind her that the sore was on her buttocks, but she couldn't help it. He was afraid that he would die miserably.
"Ah, haha, it's over, that's pretty much it. I still believe what the big star says." Just give it up when it's good. Wang Bushui is also a person who keeps his word. He reluctantly let go of his hand, but he didn't leave any black fingerprints on the beauty's legs.
After loosening her legs, Zhang Jingjun relaxed and exhaled, "It feels so comfortable."
"Hey, Miss Zhang, it's my first time to see a big star. I was a little excited just now. Don't be angry." Since you can't get pregnant by touching your legs, Wang Busheng doesn't think it's a big deal.
"Forget it, since you are my fan, I won't bother you anymore. I won't do it again." They were familiar with each other once and twice, and Wang Yisheng had already hugged his calf first. Therefore, Zhang Jingjun could easily forgive his brother Wang Busheng's mistakes. After all, the habit of hugging legs may be inherited by the Wang family.
"Thank you, what's that, Miss Zhang, can you sign autographs and take a group photo?" Wang Bushi asked sheepishly. After all, he is already quite young mentally, so it is a bit inappropriate to have to sign autographs.
"I can sign autographs, but what about the group photo?"
In the excitement of the moment, Wang BuSi forgot that cameras had not been invented in this era, and some of them were the most primitive hand-painted versions. The mobile phone that could take pictures was not worth owning for Wang BuSi for the time being.
"The photo is to draw the two of us together." Looking at Liu Mei, Wang Fushit said, "Liu Mei, go to the pen and paper, you can draw."
"Um, ah, Master, I don't know how." Liu Mei was very embarrassed because she had never learned to draw.
"You can't even draw, so what's the use of you?" There was no painter, and Wang Busheng didn't want Liu Mei to paint himself too ugly, so he could only retract the idea of painting for group photos with heartache. In the future, he must hire some servants who can draw and like to play with art.
"Sign, Miss Zhang, let's sign first." Picking up the pen and paper on the coffee table and stuffing it into Zhang Jingjun's hand, Wang Bushit said, "Miss Zhang, please give me two hundred sheets first."
"Well, I often encounter signatures, but this is the first time that I have 200 signatures." So Zhang Jingjun asked, "Why do you want so many?"
The original pants worn by a female star in her previous life can be sold for hundreds of thousands. Zhang Jingjun’s autograph should also be worth a lot of money. This is what Wang Busui thinks. It’s better to earn more, but Wang Busui’s idea is not I couldn't say it out loud, so I explained, "I want to burn it to my dead brother, who was also a fan of yours."
