"You really slept upstairs!"
"The boss even gave me a quilt!"
"Boss, he even kissed you!"
"It's only one night that I have my son!"
Seven pairs of eyes stared at me in unison, and those eyes were like those of a hungry wolf who had seen meat, and they wished they could clean me up.
"Wow, I felt something was wrong! I knew that the boss must be interested in Xiaoyuer!" Xiao Luo patted his chest, and he was confident, "I vouch for the personality of my former senior paparazzi of "Shrimp Chicken Talking Daily"!"
Luo, your daily newspaper has been suspended for three years because it has not been able to break out a fart for three consecutive months. You are really guaranteeing a chicken!
I wanted to cry but had no tears, I couldn't argue, I felt sad, my legs were weak, I sat on the stairs, and slipped down like I was on a slide.
My butt hurt when the marble floor rubbed against it, I supported my waist and got up tremblingly from the ground.
Sister Luo said quietly: "You are so good, you are playing so intensely, you can't even stand still today."
I stumbled and almost fell again.
Xiao Tao covered her mouth and giggled. After laughing, she pursed her lips and acted shyly: "Oh, Sister Luo, what are you talking about! I'm still a baby, so I don't understand this anymore!"
"I'm really innocent!" I swallowed a mouthful of old blood and shouted, "It was too late last night, and the boss gave me a room and a quilt! That's all!"
"Then what's the matter with kiss?" Sister Luo asked, akimbo.
"My relationship with my boss is getting closer, referring to the close camaraderie between boss and employee."
Sister Luo nodded, as if she believed it.
Can you believe it? I almost believed it myself!
"Then why do you say the boss is not your son's mother?" Xiao Tao asked.
"It means... the boss is not my son's... "
Xiao Tao's searchlight-like eyes stared at me and blinked.
"Well!" I flashed.
"Well?"
"The boss isn't my son's!" I snapped my fingers, glanced upstairs, and lowered my voice, "Don't we usually joke that Song Pianran is our son?"
Even the WeChat group name of our studio is called "Bao Ma Mutual Aid Group".
Xiao Tao scratched her head: "Hey, yes."
I gave her a slap in the face.
All questions were answered perfectly and I was relieved.
"Impossible..." Little Ramos pouted his chin thoughtfully, "My senior paparazzi's intuition can't be wrong."
"Really!" I held back my breath before I could even breathe, and stretched out three fingers to swear to God, "If I have any improper relationship with the boss, I will... Did the car crash?"
Ronaldinho looked at me, his eyes still very suspicious.
Damn paparazzi! I grit my teeth.
Sister Luo just said at this time: "Okay, don't talk about it! Xiaoyuer, hurry up and go online, you have been on the hot search for more than half an hour."
The topic was successfully changed.
A grateful heart, thank you Miss Luo.
The BGM played automatically in my mind, and before it reached its climax, it stopped abruptly with a "pop".
According to the word count analysis, the focus of Sister Luo's sentence is not on the first half of the sentence, but on the fact that I have been on the hot search, and I have been on the hot search for half an hour.
I'm trending? what's the situation? !
I wailed and turned on the computer.
New Wolf News V: "#宋平车ACC# Song Pianran lent a luxury car to a friend, and there was a traffic accident [scared] [scared] Yesterday, a luxury car under Song Pianran's name was in traffic on North Road, Gutang Village, S City The accident hit the lamppost, but fortunately there were no casualties at the scene. After investigation by the police, the driver was not Song Pianran, but Song Pianran's friend."
The attached picture is a picture of me being interviewed by the police, and the face of the police uncle is mosaic.
In the comments, fans uniformly criticized and criticized, and all of them said "Pianran doesn't know, it's not about Pianran, please look forward to Song Pianran's second solo album "Fire".
Occasionally, a few discordant remarks pop up: "I adore our top traffic brother Lianran! Just a car loaned to someone else is worth millions! But brother Lianran earns it back after a few days of acting as a substitute. Brother Pianran is rushing to duck!", "Wuwuwu feels sorry for brother Pianran, brother Pianran is really good to his boyfriend [envy] [envy]"
cut! It's really disgusting.
It's 8012, and you're still playing such a low-level anti-fighting loyalty. Even the anti-black station is too lazy to give you a second look!
The three words "boyfriend" in the black comment seem to have special effects added. I always feel that it is extra big and eye-catching. I couldn't help glancing for a few times. I don't know what's going on. .
In a fit of rage, I clicked "Report".
Trash blacks! I don't care about the anti-black station!
In fact, the situation is not serious. Although Song Pianran is all over the screen, it is only because the name "Song Pianran" has its own traffic.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this incident has nothing to do with Song Pianran, and the traffic accident was not that serious.
But the question is, why do you make me so ugly!
In the picture, I am smiling with the police uncle. Compared to the ruthless justice police, I am squinting and neck-shrinking is extraordinarily wretched.
It's not too bad to take the blame for Song Pianran, after all, he is my boss; it's not too bad to be photographed squinting, after all, I don't rely on my face to eat.
The worst thing is that in this situation, I have to seize the opportunity to become a fan for Song Pianran!
I got on the account of "I prefer Xiao Pian Pian", and the home page was quiet and peaceful, even a little warm.
"Brother is so cool, you can borrow an eight-digit sports car!"
"I want to have a friend like my brother too!"
"Song Pianran, you are going too far! Have you asked me to agree to lending the sports car to others? Am I not the mistress of this family?"
"What's the matter with you, cub, mom doesn't allow you to lend such a valuable thing out, you're a prodigal, just because your mom loves you, you're not willing to hit you, right? [akimbo] [akimbo]"
After reading this, I feel very relieved, and even have the feeling that my child has grown up and sensible.
The little fans have grown up, and they don't need me as a professional fan to bring the rhythm up.
I found a few useful screenshots from several G material libraries, opened the editor with ease, and pieced together a long article in ten minutes.
"#宋波遊遊戰# Anyway, the car belongs to Xiao Song, @宋平兰, Xiao Song came out and was scolded obediently [dog head] [dog head] But our family Xiao Song is a good boy who likes to share things with others, and he is very friendly to his friends. He has always been very generous! Instead of caring about a small accident, let's take a look at the things that Xiao Song has given and lent over the years [heart]"
Weibo is accompanied by two long pictures, listing the gifts Song Pianran has received in the past few years, including the limited edition running shoes he gave to friends, the milk tea dinner he invited the whole crew to drink, and even some One New Year's Eve, he took out his house as a carnival venue for the whole studio.
As soon as the long article was posted, the small fans enthusiastically forwarded it, and it didn’t take long for the top page of the hot search to be occupied by this article.
I cut the trumpet and surreptitiously swiped under the official news Weibo comment.
After all, it was the first time I was on a hot search, and I still had a positive face, and I was inevitably a little excited.
More than a thousand comments I have turned upside down, and I can't find a single one about me.
The point is wrong, folks! Look at the picture to recognize the male number one!
I couldn't help but post a comment.
Today's melon is a dime: Does no one think that this friend of spr is handsome? [question]
I waited nervously, shaking my legs, and it took more than a minute to get a reply.
Handsome Gacha Machine: Blind? ?
I was so angry that my nostrils were smoking, my fingers were about to smash the phone, and I replied:
Today's melon's a dime: I think it's handsome, it's none of your business!
Handsome Gacha Machine: Oh, I didn't expect you to like this kind of stuff, hehe
Still huh
I gritted my teeth and replied angrily: I like it, not only I like it, Song Pianran likes it too!
After sending this sentence, I instantly felt at ease in body and mind, leaning on the back of the chair and drinking herbal tea.
Bitch, bitch, relaxed, I am the whitest lotus in the world.
Just swiping the homepage, a new Weibo appeared, which Song Pianran posted.
Song Pianran V: Thank you for your concern, the car was sent for repair, the police uncle worked hard, and the children who crashed the street lights have also learned a lesson.
The accompanying picture is a selfie of him lying on his back in bed.
Dirty shit.
I curled my lips, does the picture and text have a half-cent relationship
"Qi Xiaoyu, come up."
Just when I was complaining about him, Song Pianran leaned against the railing on the second floor and hooked his finger at me.
I shook my hand, and the tea spilled over my pants.
- Question: When you find out that your boss secretly likes you, how should you deal with him.
A: This question is beyond the outline, I really can't do it!
"Where are you sitting and hatching eggs?" Song Pianran only had three seconds of patience with me. He flexed his knuckles and buckled the railing, "Come on quickly!"
Forget this question, it is still uncertain whether Song Pianran likes me or not. The sure thing is that if Song Pianran gets unhappy, he will try to make me twenty times more unhappy.
I patted my butt and ran upstairs quickly.
Song Pianran had just finished taking a shower, her hair was fluffy, and she was wearing a loose bathrobe. She was languid and had a strong lemon fragrance on her body.
As soon as I smelled it, I was conditioned to think of the feather I had last night, and somehow felt that the air was filled with strange pink bubbles.
"Why are you blushing? Constipation?"
Song Pianran opened her mouth, and the pink bubble shattered.
"Come here." He called to me.
"Oh."
I took a small half-step forward.
"Come a little longer," he said again.
"Oh."
I took another half-step.
"You crossed back to the Qing Dynasty and wrapped your feet last night, didn't you? You're going to die."
He ran out of patience and simply took a big step forward and stood in front of me.
His exposed collarbone was facing my face, and his body seemed to be filled with steaming heat, enveloping me firmly.
Then, he held my face in his hands, so strong that I couldn't refuse.
He, he, he, he doesn't want to imitate the Wanwan idol drama and give me a strong kiss, right
I chrysanthemum tight, turned around and wanted to run.
He pulled me back again, grabbed my face with both hands and kneaded.
Isn't this plot unfolding right? Boss, didn't I get the same script? !
My face was like a small dough, which was flattened by him.
When he let go, I lost consciousness, and felt that this face was not mine anymore.
"Brain board, what are you doing here!" I glared at him.
With a mischievous smile on his face, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Let's teach the children who crashed the street lights."
Heaven and earth conscience! Am I the one who broke the street light!
Song Pianran is so shameless! I should have told the reporter that he crashed the car and hit and ran!
“#￥%… ￥￥&… &&”
"What are you mumbling about?"
"The brain training is good, the training is right, and the training is quack!"
Don't ask me why I shed tears, because I'm really humble.
Song Pianran waved his hand: "Kneel down."
I turned around and didn't take two steps, and he gave the latest order: "Buy me a few boxes of crispy corners online, I'm running out of stock at home."
Eat, eat, eat, and you can eat it together if you want me to buy another jar of laxatives!
“#￥%… ￥￥&… &&”
"What are you mumbling about again?"
"Xiaoyu Daigou, the mission must be fulfilled!"