553 Fishing Idol (19)

"For girls, the order cannot be messed up! This is very important! You are not sure what other people think. What if it happens..."

Cheng Lin wanted to speak but stopped hating that iron could not become steel.

Shi Lin looked at him seriously: "What?"

"The image of a prodigal son is played very freely, which is annoying..." Cheng Lin said.

The young man's fingertips trembled slightly, his calm eyes were rippled, and there were strange emotions deep in his pupils.

The tips of the hair in front of the snow-white forehead are tinged with a light blue, the shape of the eyes from the beginning to the end of the eyes is perfect and bewitching, and the cold eyes can also seduce people.

Is there really a prodigal son who looks so charming? It doesn’t seem like it’s a loss if it’s time to get married...?

Cheng Lin looked at him with more complicated expressions.

"Anyway, you have to take your time and catch the person first. You have to pay more attention to your influence. If your fans know about it, they might blow up the little girl with heavy artillery overnight and smash her to pieces."

"..."

Cheng Lin really wanted to go out for a breather, so before leaving he added weakly: "...Come on."

Shi Lin originally thought that he had expressed his feelings, and the other party did not refuse at that time. It belongs to him after all, and he will be responsible to the end.

Unexpectedly... I was wrong. I had to pursue him first, express my feelings, and then kiss him.

Shi Lin thought about it very seriously. Then open the tablet and enter the Weibo account that you haven't logged in for a long time, and enter the girl's homepage first.

As a result, he saw at a glance that the other party had paid attention to him.

He usually does not log on to Weibo, and his fans include many entertainment stars. However, he has never followed anyone, and only has a default official account quietly waiting in the list.

The young man's eyes stayed on that little hook, his long eyelashes fluttered a few times, his delicate brows were frivolous, and then he looked down.

Save all the photos posted by the other party, and browse all live broadcast replays.

Time passed unconsciously. Logically speaking, I should catch up on my sleep when I first came back, but I didn't feel sleepy at all.

I also clicked on the comments of each post. When I saw the bad comments, I unconsciously squinted my eyes, my beautiful eyes showing a cold expression. ## He felt that those who complained about her unattractiveness must be blind.

When I was finally about to return to the other party, I suddenly remembered what my agent told me.

So I logged out silently, registered a small account with my own private number, and logged in to follow.

…

Suna's path to stardom is smooth, and her popularity has been rising little by little since the release of her new song. Although there are still some anti-fans clamoring below, it has no impact on her at all.

Instead, he slapped them in the face with his actions again and again. During this period, Announcement became very busy, and her mind was entirely focused on her career.

She did a lot of things herself and didn’t pay for an assistant. At the end of each day's trip, we take the bus back to the rental cabin.

The company has arranged dormitories, but she is still more accustomed to living alone until the deadline is up.

Cheng Lin has inexplicably acted as the driver these days. Back and forth on a remote road to pick up celebrities back to their apartments.

There aren’t many activities on weekdays, so I’m not busy at all. But this ancestor deliberately tormented him, always asking him to pick him up late at night.

The company's drivers were all off work, and he was the unlucky one!

"Ancestor, tell me what you are doing?" Cheng Lin turned the steering wheel tiredly and said helplessly: "Let me see if there is a better strategy, okay?"

"Chasing people." The boy replied, sitting in the back seat by the window. The streetlight flashed across his eyes, flashing crystal light.

Cheng Lin: "..."

Co-author: I am the wronged person.