Bo Shao don't talk about love: I am an acting school

Mu Bingke has never been outstanding on his Weibo. With the two words of cooperation, the netizens became excited instantly. In just one hour, Mu Bing's name joined hands with Sang Jiuqing's name , it became popular.

Sang Jiuqing couldn't help marveling at the influence of the word Mu Bing. Seeing that the discussion on the Internet was about to blow up, the corner of his mouth curled up, and he also posted a post.

--joy.

Everyone was even more restless now. Ever since Mu Tianwang posted on Weibo, almost all of them were related to Sang Jiuqing. That's all. Regarding the hug in the photo, the two of them haven't come out to explain it yet.

"Happy cooperation? What kind of cooperation? Let's make it clear. It's really urgent."

"The marriage urging group checks in. I don't believe that there is nothing tricky between the two of you."

"Could it be that Sang Jiuqing was invited for the new album?"

Everyone guessed and guessed, but they didn't come up with an answer. The two parties, okay, muddied the water and stopped talking.

Sang Jiuqing really didn't care about the news on the Internet, but she couldn't help but think about Mu Bing's actions. This person must not have taken a fancy to her, but thinking of this spurt, Sang Jiuqing should go to sleep.

A few days later, the cover of "The Color of Water" came out, and the nerds went crazy immediately. Seeing the person with the big red leaky back lying on the black sofa, they felt their mouths were so dry.

In just one morning, the published magazines were sold out, and many netizens who didn't buy them became uneasy in an instant. They couldn't even see the hairs of the magazines they had agreed to lick.

"Strongly request to reprint, what are you doing! It just happened to be gone at my place, so aggrieved!"

"Jiayin Jiayin, I just left the house and heard the news that it was sold out. I was desperate."

This is the first time the magazine has seen this kind of situation. It is obvious that there are so many quantities, how come they are sold out in one morning, but seeing the news of reprinting on the Internet, they get excited in an instant, Yin Yinyin, these are uncles.

Boluo City threw the magazine in his hand aside, only thought that the woman was so pretty, that kind of beauty seemed to have passed through the screen, and she shot straight at him, making him unable to control his whole heart. Float to each other's body.

In a huge room, there are thousands of magazines neatly arranged on the floor, all of which are of Sang Jiuqing's edition, which makes the netizens who can't buy them feel very embarrassed.

Boluo City looked at the news on the Internet, and deliberately logged on to his own account to view the Weibo of traitor Sang Jiuqing, and found that the popular comments were all asking for the magazine to be printed. He raised his eyebrows, moved his fingers, and moved the Thousands of magazines have had their photos taken and commented on them.

This is incredible, who can buy so much at once, the magazines in the photo are lined up, there are as many as a dozen rows, and the enchanting figure of the goddess is on the cover of the magazine, which is fascinating to look at.

At a time when so many wolves had no food, it was found that this man owned more than a dozen granaries. Wouldn't it be enviable, so Boluo City's comments immediately became popular.

In this way, his trumpet became familiar in Sang Jiuqing's comments, and his fans rose to tens of thousands in a short while, and all of them left messages under his only Weibo, hoping that he could sell some of them. How high is it? Willing to buy at any price.

Bo Luocheng raised his eyebrows, and calmly went to the living room, leaned on the sofa, thought for a while, and then posted a Weibo on his trumpet.

——If you want to leave the address, I will try my best to deliver it.

Everyone became uneasy when they saw this, and the trumpet in Boluo City gained more than 1 fans in an instant, almost all of them were found from Sang Jiuqing's Weibo.

So various addresses appeared in the comments, and everyone was eager to give it a try. After all, in the current society, no one would be so stupid as this.

But after a few days, someone in the comments began posting the received magazine, and the excited voice almost pierced the entire screen.

"Ahh! The host is a good person! I was so excited when I received it! I didn't expect it to be true."

"I received it too! I love you, the host!"

"So many magazines! How much it cost! This is a loyal fan!"

So in a short period of time, Bo Luocheng's trumpet not only became familiar among Sang Jiuqing's fans, but also quickly gained a foothold. Because his trumpet name is Sangcheng Yishu, netizens in the comments Kindly call him Sister Shu or Brother Shu, after all, I don't know if he is a man or a woman.

Many netizens even began to gossip and guess his identity. Some said he was a college student, some said he was the boss of a company, and some even fancied that he was the son of a certain group who ate and waited to die.

Seeing these news, Boluo City only felt that the netizens' imaginations were too big, and raised eyebrows.

——I'm just an ordinary person who likes Sang Jiuqing. As for the gender, you will know later.

Because of the magazine sent by Boluo City, after a while, people from Sang Jiuqing’s support club approached him and dragged him into the QQ group. the status of an elder.

Among the fans, there are also ranks and ranks. The top fans will manage all the people, and they will also be approached by the star's studio in person. The future itinerary, pick-up, etc., will be specially disclosed to the other party.

And Boluo City was favored by the upper class in a short period of time, and it was rare to become one of the elders.

Boluo City didn't refuse either, but they seldom spoke in the group, and only those who were related to Sang Jiuqing would stand up and say a few words. Now everyone was even more curious.

Sangcheng Yishu's Weibo posts are all related to Sang Jiuqing, and they will also post the latest news about Sang Jiuqing. It really looks like that, and the fans are even more crazy. What the hell are you Who is it, so awesome.

"Sister Shu is an insider, she is definitely someone who can often get in touch with the goddess, otherwise it is impossible to know so much."

"Maybe it's a celebrity's trumpet, but it doesn't look like it. Who would do such a thing."

"Brother Shu, stand up and say a few words, why don't you send a voice, at least let us know if you are a man or a woman."

Seeing the news, Boluo City ignored it, put the phone aside, drank a cup of coffee from the table, and looked calm.

Thinking that if you know that I am the one who can sleep with the goddess you are talking about at any time, you will probably faint from excitement.

Thinking of the word "going to bed", Bo Luocheng felt his whole body swell up, and he missed her smell and missed her very much.

But after that day, he never looked for her again.

Putting the coffee on the table, he glanced at Nan Feng next to him, frowning.

"Are you so free?"

Nan Feng flipped through the magazine in his hand, without even moving the corners of his eyes, and gently pinched the footer with his fingertips.

"What can I do."

After all, he is just a doctor, and he prefers to kill people rather than to treat people.

Bo Luocheng rubbed his brows, put down the coffee, got into the car, Nan Feng who had been waiting outside stepped on the accelerator, and drove the car to Dynasty, leaving Nan Feng alone in the villa.

Nanfeng and the others had left before putting the magazine aside and lightly lighting it with her fingertips. Sang Jiuqing was indeed beautiful, and she was not timid under her gaze that night, and her heart was also ordinary. Incomparable, but this kind of woman in the entertainment industry has no sincerity at all.

The entertainment circle is a pool of mud, very few people can get out of the mud without being stained, and most of them are already covered with stench.

Sang Jiuqing, compared to Miss Shen's back then, is far behind. One is a cloud in the sky, and the other is mud in the water. I don't know why the boss cares about such a person.

Nanfeng doesn't understand, true love doesn't matter what is worthy or not, if you like it, you like it, two people who love each other hold hands, even if there are ravines and thorns everywhere, they can resolutely step over.

But when he arrived at the company's Boluo City, he realized that Sang Jiuqing had actually come to him on his own initiative. His body froze, and ripples flashed in his eyes for a moment, but he regained his composure in an instant.

"what's up?"

Sang Jiuqing wanted to watch Song Ci, but the person in charge said that this was a closed training session, and no one could watch it except the boss, unless the boss personally agreed to open the door, otherwise there would be no talk.

Bo Luocheng sat on the sofa indifferently, no longer the foolishness of the past, it seems that now he is only left with elegance and dignity all over his body.

Sang Jiuqing was sitting on the sofa beside him, thinking about how to speak, when the sudden voice of Boluo City came.

"Why, do you want to make a deal again, Sang Jiuqing, you know what to do if you want to make a deal."

Of course, Sang Jiuqing knew that the deal with Boluo City was nothing other than sex, she clenched her hands tightly, and a smile appeared on her face, but that smile seemed hollow.

"You don't need to tell Master Bo, of course I know."

Sang Jiuqing stood up, walked slowly to Bo Luocheng's side, squatted down and pressed a kiss on the other's lips, and touched her belly with her fingers.

Bo Luocheng's eyes deepened, and his breathing suddenly became heavy. God knows how much he missed this person. He hugged him in his arms, turned into the lounge, and directly pressed him into the big bed.

After a while, they were stripped clean. The two of them were extremely enthusiastic today, and the air in the whole lounge became hot and dry.

There was a little sweat on Bo Luocheng's face, and there was another long kiss on the lips of the person, and he grabbed the other's hand in a daze, and clasped his fingers tightly.

He and Sang Jiuqing had never held hands before, and most of them were her holding his arm like a little woman, so it was the first time that their fingers were so tightly intertwined.

Sang Jiuqing paused, only feeling something scorching along the palm of his hand to his heart, he didn't dare to look directly into the other person's eyes, and slowly looked away.

After the air returned to calm, Bo Luocheng lazily twisted the other party's hair, the corners of the eyes were half down, and the tear mole at the corner of the eye also looked better.

"Tell me, what do you want this time?"

Sang Jiuqing took off the other party's troublesome finger, what did she want, in fact, before she did it, she didn't think about what she wanted at all, she just wanted to make love with the other party, but Boluo City should not believe this.