Heart Stealer Young Master Bo

Wei Ran became famous at a young age. He was only sixteen when he was hailed as the pastry chef of the Chinese state banquet. Because of his young age, he was regarded as a group favorite by the entire chef circle.

It is said that he had contacted a mysterious boss when he was young, and he became his master to improve his skills. He almost perfectly inherited his master's mantle, especially in the state banquet pastry.

Now that he has just come of age, he was directly hired by Qionglou Yuge and became the head chef of the pastry department.

"Yes, Wei Ran." Sister Jiu raised her eyebrows and looked at Jian Shutong, "Don't you admire him very much? It's just right to take this opportunity to find a way to get in touch with him. If you can successfully become his apprentice, it will also help you attract fans."

Jian Shutong chuckled and lit a cigarette.

The white jade-like fingers held the thick cigar, and the eye circles between the red lips and white teeth seemed out of place with the cheongsam on his body.

She smiled faintly, "I only admire Wei Ran, but I have no intention of becoming his apprentice. After all, he only studies Chinese pastries, and I have no interest in continuing to study Chinese cuisine."

"No matter how exquisite oriental pastries are, they look just like that, flashy and superficial. How can they compare to the level of Western court banquets?"

Jiu Jie extinguished the cigarette butt in the ashtray, "That's true."

Jian Shutong quickly finished the whole cigar, and her craving for cigarettes was finally relieved. The cheongsam accompanied by the smell of cigarettes was extremely inconsistent with her personality.

"I will arrange some water army to lead the rhythm on Weibo, and take advantage of this wave of hot searches to get some heat."

"Just think of Qingyue joining you to bring you traffic. After all, she has a lot of fans who will watch it. You should perform well and try to attract her and Shi Qingan's fans to your side."

Jiu Jie glanced at Jian Shutong with a slanted eye. She didn't feel anything wrong when she said this. After all, these methods have been used to promote people over the years, and she has become accustomed to it.

"Yeah." Jian Shutong just responded faintly.

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The verbal battle on Weibo is still going on. The water army hired by Sister Jiu has joined the melee. Jian Shutong has indeed attracted a lot of fans.

[I want to fight] The fans of a certain female star are really disgusting. They are so low-quality that they are hopeless and they are everywhere spraying people. Their popularity among passers-by has been ruined.

[I love hehe] The singer does not release albums or hold concerts, but goes to participate in variety shows to make money and fans at every turn, and also lets his own fans come to take advantage of my Shutong's popularity. I will laugh.

[Back to the back] Are you there? Are you okay upstairs? Your face fell to the ground and I stepped on it.

[Purple Heart Jasmine Language]? ? ? This is obviously the first time our goddess Qingyue has participated in a variety show. Please check it out!

Bo Yucheng looked at the comments on Weibo with a deep look in his eyes.

His narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and his black pupils were shining with cold light. He suddenly said in a deep voice, "Wen Le."

"Come Liao, come Liao." Wen Le then pushed the door and walked into the office.

He smiled playfully, "Master Bo, what do you want?"

Bo Yucheng glanced at the screen indifferently, with a little impatience and anger between his eyebrows, "Clean up my Weibo."

Wen Le didn't understand why and slowly typed:?

"Weibo?" He took out his mobile phone inexplicably and looked down at the latest hot searches, "Ah, my goddess Qingyue is going to record a variety show, but I didn't see any news about Miss Shi."

He thought something happened to Shi Qinglan because she was posted on Weibo.

Bo Yucheng suddenly raised his eyes and swept a cold look at Wen Le, gnashing his teeth and said sinisterly, "Goddess?"

"Yes, Qingyue is my goddess!" Wen Le didn't notice anything wrong, "Master Bo, do you want to listen to her songs? She has a great figure and a sexy voice, and she has countless male fans all over the world!"

The look in Bo Yucheng's dark eyes became even colder.

His eyes were fixed on Wen Le, "I heard that there is mining in the suburbs of Xicheng recently, and it seems that a supervisor is needed..."

"Hiss." Wen Le felt a slight chill behind him, and he noticed that something seemed to be wrong, and took a breath of cold air.

He immediately kept silent, "Mr. Bo, I'm not a fan anymore!"

"You go." Bo Yucheng opened his cold lips, and his voice was as cold as if he had just been released from an ice cellar.

Wen Le howled, "Ah, I don't want it--"

He heard that the mining project in the suburbs was very difficult, and those miners crawled out of the cave every day like a coal ball without emotion.

"There is no room for negotiation on this matter, you can get out." Bo Yucheng's voice was extremely cold, and his eyebrows were indifferent and merciless.

Wen Le never expected that things would turn out like this.

He clearly came into the office to listen to instructions, but before he knew what the specific matter was, he was thrown into mining first.嘤嘤嘤……

嘘嘤 blamed Wen Le for wiping away non-existent tears and turning away.

Bo Yucheng glanced at the screen with cold eyes, and simply slid the keyboard in front of him. His slender white fingers quickly tapped, and he personally went on stage to clean up those negative comments about Qingyue one by one.

Then the Weibo comment area was instantly clear...

All the comments of black fans disappeared strangely, and some even changed their small accounts to cry and asked why their main accounts were banned!

"Tsk tsk tsk." Nan Xiyue shook her head lightly.

She was half lying on the bed with a mask on, wrapped in a bathrobe, revealing a large area of ​​​​collarbone, with slender white legs crossed, and Bluetooth headphones hanging on her ears, "Little baby, your husband is good."

This efficiency of cleaning up black fans is so high that she didn't even have time to notify the public relations department to take action.

Shi Qinglan's red lips curled lightly, "Don't shout nonsense, you're not married yet."

Hearing this, Nan Xiyue raised her eyebrows in surprise, and the mask almost slipped off her face. She immediately reached out and patted her cheek.

"The boss hasn't proposed to you yet?"

She was a little slurred because she was wearing a facial mask, "Then he can't. If it were me, I would definitely get a marriage certificate to lock you up. After all, Qingyue has countless male fans all over the world. It's dangerous."

Nan Xiyue already knew about Bo Yucheng stripping off her waistcoat, and it was not a secret for him to know that Qingyue was Shi Qinglan.

"You must keep an eye on the public opinion on Weibo for me these days."

Qinglan was a little annoyed when she said this, and she frowned slightly, "If I had known that my second brother was going to participate in this variety show, I would have rejected it. If there were any scandals again, I would have killed him!"

Nan Xiyue clicked her tongue, "I didn't expect you to be a strict husband. Isn't he like the domineering president in the novel? When you attend the award ceremony in the future, you are not allowed to wear tube tops, strapless, backless and other styles. Clothes..."

Shi Qinglan: "..." She thought she might have guessed it right.

"Nan Xiyue, you should worry about your marriage!" the girl replied angrily, "I have been single for 25 years and have never been in love, and you are still laughing at me?"

Hearing this, Nan Xiyue was instantly choked by her.

She rolled her eyes and looked up at the ceiling, "I'm single and I'm happy. Besides, I focus on my career. A strong woman like me doesn't need a man at all!"

Shi Qinglan curled her red lips lightly, not believing her lies.

I think back then, Nan Xiyue would cry every time she got drunk, why no man dared to pursue her, and she would cry so hard that she couldn't help but cry.

Shi Qinglan frowned and thought, a small light bulb suddenly lit up in her head, and a sly look flashed in her eyes, "I suddenly remembered...my two brothers are both single."

Please give me a monthly ticket! Nan Xiyue’s cp, who did you Kangkang lead her to?