On the table in front of the car, there was a neatly folded mask. The girl had just come back in his car, but hadn't noticed it all the way. The black mask was placed on the stage, almost blending with the black background of the stage.
Shen Qingyao looked at it.
That was the day the press conference started, and the mask was taken off her face when I sent the girl to the press conference. The mask is disposable, so it doesn't matter if you lose it, but he forgot to throw it away, so he kept it in the car, and the driver probably didn't notice it.
He looked at it casually for a while, put the candy on the tip of his tongue, took out the phone from his coat pocket with downcast eyes, then reached for the lollipop, and looked down at the phone's flooded screen.
With a swipe of her fair and slender fingers, she downloaded the software from the app store.
He knew that he had an account registered by an assistant, but after registration, he never logged in. He didn't often swipe his phone to watch things, and his social accounts were blank.
Shen Yingdi looked indifferently, called his assistant, and asked for the name and password of the public account.
The assistant was shocked: "Shen...Mr. Shen, are you planning to enter the social platform yourself?"
His tone was full of surprise.
Shen Qingyao's influence is naturally unquestionable. His account was registered by his assistant and only verified the information, but the number of fans has been skyrocketing. Until now, the account that has not posted any information has more fans than all artists .
This is also a true portrayal of Shen Yingdi's status in the entertainment industry.
The assistant was full of surprises, thinking that the other party wanted to take care of the account himself, so he quickly sent the password.
Shen Qingyao hung up the phone, rested his white forehead with a hand holding a lollipop, entered the account password, and logged into Weibo.
He took off the lollipop, held it between his thin lips, and carelessly opened the list with his downcast eyes.
"Young Idol Ranking".
The first is Chen Tairui.
Click on the avatar, and you will see Chen Tairui's personal homepage, which also has a photo wall. The boy in the photo is young and handsome, smiling brightly at the camera, showing his white teeth.
The eyes are bent, and the appearance looks very warm.
Fans responded with the following:
"Ah, brother is so handsome!"
"Tai Tai is brave to fly, and Thai fans will always follow!"
"Happy twenty-first birthday, Zai Zai, we love you forever!"
…
Shen Yingdi squinted his eyes silently, bit the candy lightly with his teeth, scanned the reply ten lines at a glance, and then slowly glanced at the photo wall, with an emotion that seemed to be a smile but not a smile.
He returned to his account page, clicked on Edit Weibo, and typed indifferently while chewing on candy.
"Is it only young people who can be on the young idol list?"
After editing, he felt no emotion, and pressed send to send.
Seeing the notification that the Weibo post was successful, he refreshed his homepage, and saw that there were zero Weibo posts that were empty before, but now the number had changed to one.
Just a second after it was posted, there were already hundreds of replies under that Weibo. Shen Qingyao put away his phone, didn't click on it, and left with an indifferent expression.
The car just started.
He stopped again.
The tip of his tongue touched the candy, the young man squinted his eyes, took off his seat belt and got out of the car, and slowly closed the door behind him.
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Yun Xia put on the mask and was about to check the news on her phone for a while.
But there was a slight knock on the door.
She blinked, pressed the mask on her face, and went to open the door.
Outside the door was a slender figure, wearing a pitch-black coat with the coldness outside, he felt a little cold when he got close, he looked at her indifferently with lowered eyelashes, his eyes glanced at the mask on her face, and asked gently: "Did I bother you?" Is it? Sorry."
"No," the girl shook her head, looking up at him suspiciously, "Why are you back..."
"My car broke down," Shen Qingyao raised the car key in his hand, and said in a calm voice, "The tow truck won't arrive until tomorrow morning, so can I stay on your sofa overnight?"
The girl froze, a little puzzled.
Doesn't he have a professional driver? You can ask the driver to pick you up. Even if the driver is unable to come, can't you call a taxi
As if knowing what she was thinking, the young man said lightly: "My driver has to leave early today, so I will drive tonight, the taxi... It is very troublesome for me. Anyway, can I trouble you tonight?"
He slightly curled the corners of his lips. A person who is usually indifferent, when he asks for help, he is quite gentle and refreshing. Standing in front of the door, his slender figure looked at her with a cold smile in his long, dark eyes.
Yun Xia thought for a while, and it was indeed very troublesome to ask the other party to take a taxi, and there were no hotels near the residential building, so she had no choice but to nod to get out of the way.
I still felt something was wrong in my mind, but I couldn't figure out what was wrong for a while.
She is a young demon, and when she meets a pure projection, her emotional intelligence may be crushed, but at this time she is no match at all.
The other party nodded, his eyes glanced at the girl with a simple expression, and he stepped into the room.
Yun Xia went to pour him a glass of water, then scratched her head, looked at her little sofa, and then at the slender figure of the actor, feeling that she might not be able to fit his long legs.
But before she opened her mouth to speak, Shen Yingdi seemed to see her thoughts, took a sip of hot tea, the steam engulfed his long eyelashes, and said in a clear and sweet voice: "It's okay, I can sleep here. It has troubled you a lot."
"No trouble."
When the girl answered, her voice was soft, and her expression was still a little dazed, as if she didn't quite understand why she stayed overnight suddenly. She touched the back of her head with her small hand, and smiled at him innocently.
She is a little girl who knows nothing about the world.
Shen Qingyao sighed slightly in his heart, but his expression remained unchanged. He sat on the sofa, looked up at the girl in snow-white pajamas in front of him, and then looked down at his watch, casually: "Go to sleep, don't worry about me, tomorrow I'll be leaving in the morning."
Yun Xia rubbed the back of her head.
Anyway, this person is also the famous actor Shen, if the Internet finds out, actor Shen actually stayed at his home for one night, or slept on the sofa...
Tut tut.
Yun Xia ran to take off the mask, and then went back to her room to sleep. When the door was closed, she poked her head out and waved to Shen Qingyao, "Well, don't leave by yourself tomorrow, call me when you leave, I send you off."
The other party nodded: "Okay."
Only then did Yun Xia close the bedroom door.
She threw herself on her little bed, and instead of falling asleep immediately, she took out her phone and looked through it, aimlessly looking at today's entertainment news.
Her own topic is still high on the topic list...
wait, second
Yun Xia sat up abruptly from the bed, staring at the number one with wide eyes.
"Mr. Shen is the cutest in the world"? What a strange topic this is...
(end of this chapter)