Dressed As the Actor’s Fiancée

On the thirty-ninth floor of a high-rise building, the office of the president of Yu Xue Company.

The man in a black suit flipped through the documents. Suddenly, the mobile phone that was placed aside quietly lit up and vibrated slightly twice at the same time.

The secretary who was standing at the desk and reporting his work glanced at it without any trace, and his voice paused slightly.

The man reached out to take the phone, and when he saw the WeChat message displayed on the screen, his eyebrows raised unconsciously, and a look of surprise appeared in his eyes.

It seemed that he was very surprised by this letter. He clicked into the WeChat interface and checked it carefully to make sure that there was nothing wrong with his eyes, and the other party had indeed sent him a message.

The secretary noticed his movements and thought he had received important news, so he stopped in time and did not speak.

Yu Xing raised his eyelids, his eyes were as indifferent as ever, and said coldly: "Continue."

After speaking, as if he didn't care, he didn't reply to the message, and he threw the phone on the table with a "click", and didn't give any more spare time.

Yu Mian pulled her attention back from the tutor's WeChat avatar, only to be belatedly aware that she seemed to have forgotten to add friends.

Realizing this, she sent a friend request, and the verification message was very ordinary: I am Yu Mianmian, are you my tutor?

In less than a minute, the friend request was approved.

Unexpectedly, the news came so quickly, Yu Mian suddenly felt a little overwhelmed.

What is the best way to chat with someone for the first time? Say hello to him?

Before she could figure out how to say hello, a new message came from the opposite side.

Participant: Where is your current progress? I need to find out and adjust the teaching content according to your progress.

Seeing this sentence, Yu Mian deleted the words she typed one by one, pursed her lips and thought for a while, and then replied to him.

Mianmian: That... can we start from scratch? [blush]

She swears, when she typed this sentence, she was so ashamed that her face burned.

The tutor may have been shocked by her, Yu Mian only saw [typing in progress...] for nearly half a minute, and then said a short: OK, got it.

Yu Mian wanted to cover her face in shame and anger.

The other party sent another message in the next second: Get your textbooks ready first, see you this afternoon.

Yu Mian said hello, and the merchant didn't send any more messages after that. Judging from this short exchange, this tutor seems to be a person who doesn't talk much, and is very neat and straightforward.

Just as I was about to quit WeChat, another message popped up.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a letter from brother Yu Xing.

My elder brother cherishes words like gold: yes.

This word is full of Yu Xing's style, and a faint smile appeared on Yu Mian's face.

The slender fingers tap on the screen, the nails are round and meticulously trimmed, and the nail caps are thin and transparent.

Mianmian: Brother, are you going home tonight?

It seems that I just sent her a message on a whim, and there was no reply after the other party.

Yu Mian waited for a while, but she didn't get a reply, and her joyful mood was slightly depressed.

There was no message on WeChat for the time being, so she clicked into the □□ interface, but as soon as she entered, the phone vibrated a series of buzzing sounds, and her palms felt a little numb.

Staring dumbfounded, Yu Mian finally waited for the sound of the prompt to end before going to look through a series of unread messages.

Before she posted a lucky draw Weibo, she was bombarded by people in the group, but later Shen Hai deliberately posted a lucky draw Weibo with her, boldly swiping a million dollars, which immediately overwhelmed her little limelight Going down, diverting everyone's attention away, Yu Mian thought that this situation should have passed.

What happened this time?

Clicking on the top dialog box, seeing several messages sent to her by a fairly familiar netizen, Yu Mian blinked dumbly, and couldn't help but want to rub her eyes to see if they were eyes. there is a problem.

Send me flowers: Sister Mian! Look at Weibo quickly! I deeply liked your Weibo comments, liked the comments, liked the comments, liked the comments, ahhh!

Flowers for me: My whole body has become a lemon!

Blossoms for Me: If I knew that this method could attract deep attention, I would be willing to lose my entire family! !

After reading the message that Fanhua sent me, Yu Mian's mind was still in a state of delusion, and it was almost a mess.

But when she saw the last sentence of the other party, Yu Mian didn't have time to understand the specific situation, and subconsciously replied: Don't be impulsive, we are all rational fans, and we must not do anything for the sake of deep bankruptcy!

He should be playing with his mobile phone over there, so he came back soon.

Send me flowers: Sister Mian, are you stupid? I'm just kidding!

Fan Hua sent me: Didn’t Shen Hai also spend money on Shen Shen, Shen Shen didn’t give her a thumbs up.

Send me flowers: This shows that you are different deep in your heart!

At this moment, Yu Mian finally figured out something, learned something from her words, hurriedly exited the chat interface and clicked on Weibo.

Once inside, the phone buzzed again, and Yu Mian's heart beat uncontrollably faster.

After waiting for a while, the phone finally stopped vibrating, Yu Mian slightly pursed her lips, and clicked on the message bar showing 99+ red dots.

There were many private messages from strangers, countless retweets, and some Aites. Yu Mian only scanned it quickly, didn't read it seriously, and turned to her homepage.

Forwarding the lucky draw Weibo is the first one, the most conspicuous top.

Today’s check-in was not done, not because she forgot, but when it was time to check-in on weekdays, she happened to be at Wen Quyi’s house, mourning the original Yu Mian with her former classmates. It's not very polite, so she didn't insist on clocking in.

Originally, I planned to make another one after I left, but unexpectedly I encountered such a situation.

On the top lottery weibo, it showed nearly 100,000 retweets, nearly 50,000 comments, and 300,000 likes.

The first comment is a very familiar nickname.

Lin Jianshen v: If you have money, keep it for yourself, actors don't need fans to support them.

Holding the phone, Yu Mian echoed this sentence in her mind, and subconsciously pondered what the other party meant.

Listen, it seems that you care about her, right?

Such a tone sounds a bit blunt, and there is a hint of reproach, but it is undeniable that anyone who knows Lin Jianshen a little bit can see that his words imply his care and love for his fans.

Is it because she is afraid that she will spend too much?

It's not like she didn't retweet lottery draws before. In her memory, Shen Hai has done it many times. Although she doesn't know why Lin Jianshen suddenly only gave her likes and comments, Yu Mian couldn't help but bend her eyes, and flashed across her heart. A warm current.

After reading this comment for a long time, Yu Mian finally saved the screenshot of this interface.

In private messages, many fans of Lin Jianshen asked who she was and if she knew Lin Jianshen, and there was a lot of guessing under the comments. Yu Mian just skipped it casually and didn't pay much attention to the messages sent by those strangers.

Thinking that she hadn't checked in today, she thought silently for a few seconds before posting a new Weibo.

Kapok: If possible, I would like to give you everything I have, just because you are worth it. [love]

The author has something to say: Resuming updates from today, I've been a little busy recently, sorry.