Jiang Yuzhi doesn't post much on Weibo. The last Weibo was two years ago when he won a certain international film's top award, and his agent begged him to post it.
Two years!
Not a single Weibo!
If ordinary artists were like this, weibo would have grown grass long ago.
For the first time.
Jiang Yuzhi logged on Weibo, then posted a post, and went offline after posting.
[... ... bother]
But in just half an hour, the number of retweets on Weibo has exceeded one million, which is a terrifying speed.
The comments under this Weibo are also growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
[Jiangjiang's family group favorite]:? ? ? What's wrong with you, baby? What does it mean
[The only officially certified Mrs. Jiang]: Ah, why can I smell something abnormal in this short word? To be honest, Brother Yu, are you in love
[Cubs fly bravely]:? Upstairs ID is a bit crazy? Thank you for providing the wake-up service!
[I have to go to Jiang Yuzhi or Peking University]: Who! Which woman got involved with my noble and elegant Mr. Jiang? ?
[Milk Chocolate]: The ID upstairs? Get her out of here quickly! ! !
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On the other side, Fu Yue, who just lay down, suddenly heard the beeping sound of her mobile phone. She picked up the phone and looked, it turned out to be the beeping sound of Weibo. Followed him.
It was rare for Fu Yue to take a break from her busy schedule to play with her mobile phone for a while. She clicked on the Weibo post and glanced at it, then the corners of her lips twitched.
"..."
Just, just one word
This is really capricious.
Liked him and retweeted him. By the way, he went to Chaohua to make a card. He looked like an emotionless task machine. Fu Yue turned his head and put down his phone and fell asleep. Dark sweet dreams.
It was really comfortable to sleep.
She never wanted to be separated from her bed again.
this Saturday.
Fu Yue finally came out of the state of being stuck in the laboratory, because today she was going to give Fu Qingchen a make-up lesson for that child, since she promised Mrs. Fu, she must not break her promise.
After all, for money.
She changed out of the white coat, and took a shirt from her closet to change into it. She couldn't go wrong with the shirt and black trousers.
Since she was going to make up lessons, Fu Yue would naturally not dress up in fancy clothes like a butterfly.
Fu Qing and Shen's family lived in a high-end villa area not far from Imperial University. Fu Yue walked there in about ten minutes, which was quite convenient.
Just arrived at Fu Qingshen's house.
Pushing open the door of his bedroom, Fu Yue found out without any surprise that the kid stayed in the room and played games until he flew up.
Fu Yue: "... get up and go to class."
It was already nine o'clock in the morning, and Fu Qingchen hadn't gotten up yet, but he was awake, wrapped in a quilt and staying in bed, like a little idiot who went crazy playing games.
When silently complaining about Fu Qingchen from the bottom of her heart, Fu Yue completely forgot what she used to be like.
Hear Fu Yue's voice.
Fu Qing raised her eyes lazily, because of this, Fu Yue also saw clearly the other's beautiful and slightly soft face, which was a little bit feminine, and the facial lines were all delicate.
This child is probably of mixed race. His hair is flaxen, with natural curls. At this moment, the broken hair is messily pasted on the white forehead, which makes him soft and cute.