He Wangye dominates the entertainment industry

Drive to the courtyard.

Feng Heng went to hug Bai Nian, and when he turned his head, the little bastard was staring at him with big eyes.

"Awake?" Feng Heng nodded her forehead: "Why are you silent? Can you walk by yourself?"

Bai Nian's brain was a little dull, she nodded first, then pointed to her mouth, and then patted her legs aggrievedly, with an interval of more than ten seconds between each movement, like a lazy sloth.

"Then go by yourself." Feng Heng led her out of the car.

Bai Nian obediently followed behind, whining from time to time.

"Let's talk." Feng Heng laughed.

On the contrary, he is more obedient when he is drunk.

"Grandpa, your wife's legs are too long, wait for me! I can't run fast." Bai Nian grabbed his sleeve.

Feng Heng stopped in his tracks: "Bai Nian."

"Huh?" Bai Nian raised his face, which was still flushed.

Feng Heng hesitated, he didn't want to speak to a concubine yet.

He turned his head: "It's okay."

"Oh." Bai Nian grabbed his sleeve and smiled foolishly: "Don't tell me anything! I'm not a princess."

Feng Heng choked.

Bai Nian was drunk and his brain was completely short-circuited.

"Master, can I make decisions about my small yard? I really hate that big stupid man at the gate of the yard. He is always fierce and won't let me go out. There is also a little tiger who works in the kitchen who eats me secretly." Delicious, and…”

Halfway through her speech, she suddenly closed her mouth tightly and refused to speak.

Feng Heng tried to persuade: "Say it, I don't blame you."

"That's...that big girl, Yun Xiang, she...she actually wants to climb into your bed!"

Bai Nian clenched his small fists and said indignantly: "She still keeps scolding me, saying that I'm not worthy to be your concubine, and even beats my hands. It hurts, can you transfer her away?"

Immediately, her eyes darkened again: "She...she belongs to the princess, I dare not speak of her, she will sue, and once she sues, the princess will punish me to kneel, and my knees hurt so much."

Her mind is completely useless, she can say whatever comes to her mind.

Feng Heng patiently accompanied her, and listened to her chatting about many little daughter's thoughts all night.

Why didn't he know that life in the palace was so colorful?

Either because of some kind of hardship and waiting, or because other concubines gave gifts when they were born, they lost their fortunes, and even talked about how to avoid sleeping with them for a long time.

Bai Nian said he was tired, so he drank a bowl of fruit tea with pride, and fell asleep on Feng Heng's lap.

Feng Heng lowered his head, her little fleshy hands were still clutching the hem of his clothes.

He didn't stop in the dream, and foolishly hilariously said, "That's great, the master is not fierce anymore."

Feng Heng couldn't laugh or cry.

How fierce is he usually, to let the completely drunk little bastard express such emotion?

He pinched the little bastard's cheek, it was tender and smooth, and when he poked it, it was a little dimple.

Feng Heng's throat was itchy, and he quickly withdrew his hand.

After being calm for a while, he picked up the little bastard again and sent her back to her room.

When he woke up early in the morning, Bai Nian reached for his phone and received a greeting from Xiaomang before he was sober.

[Xiaomang: Niannian, how about the drunken play? ]
[Xiaomang: If you are sober, look at the trending search and find out what happened. Brother Qing called me last night and couldn’t get in touch. You should take a look first, and we can discuss it later. ]
Bai Nian clicked on the trending search list, and a hot search of #电视剧集重重# caught her attention. She clicked on it, and saw the catchy Weibo on the marketing account. She frowned and continued to read the comments.

——The blood-sucking little white lotus wouldn't live without your sister, right?

——Let go of you, Sister Meng, you only know how to be a heroine, who will match up with Xiao Bailian!
——A certain bastard really disgusted my sister!Doing marketing for everything, but Sister Meng is swaying, what a drop, we Sister Meng owes you!
——Meng Zhi, a master of singing and dancing, Meng Zhi, the heroine of the show, Meng Zhi, who is in charge of the box office, the best Meng Zhi in the world, please pay attention to Meng Zhi's works, thank you!

——It's really disgusting, Sister Meng has a big movie in hand, who would like this small role?funny!Today's launch conference doesn't include you, Sister Meng, okay?

Last night, there were criticisms of sticky bean buns and blessings from Bai Nianlu's popularity. The comments were relatively positive. After a night of fermentation, Meng Zhi's fans had the upper hand, and every Weibo post was full of Meng Zhi's fans figure.

Bai Nian continued to scroll down.

There are a few sticky beanbags who get up early to fight against them. They are dirty and shameless, and there are too many people, and they will be scolded and shut down soon.

Some rational passers-by said a few words: "Meng Zhika is older than Bai Nian, right? Bai Nian can still bully Meng Zhi? Rubbish marketing accounts will lead to war."

Even such unbiased words were labeled as sticky bean buns.

——If you have the ability to talk big, how much shit your master has fed you, so right and wrong!
——It's funny, passers-by in Huangquan reappear in the world, and real people don't know how to use microphones!
——As everyone knows, passers-by don't care about fan circles, and those who open mics will be confused.

Their logic was only one, Meng Zhi was looked down upon as a small role, but Meng Zhi must have been bullied, as to why, of course, Bai Nian was jealous of Meng Zhi.

Bai Nian laughed angrily at this kind of thoughtless speech.

She rubbed her temples and looked at the fan group again.

The fans in the fan group were all annoyed that they couldn't speak for Meng Zhi's fans, and some little girls who spoke up for Bai Nian were scolded and cried.

She looked at the screenshots of Meng Zhi's fans cursing people sent by the little girls.

It's okay on the public platform, but in the private messages, almost all of them are passionate and swearing, and there are even little girls who are threatened by human flesh, saying that they will report to their school.

It doesn't matter if you are scolded during the year, but why do these little girls have to bear these insults?

——Bai Nian: Don't open your mouth. I will handle this matter. At any time, you still have to protect yourself.

As soon as she airborne, the fan base exploded!

——Ahhh, Niannian appeared!

——Am I dazzled!
——Year after year, then if we don’t help you, let them curse like that!Why!We are so wronged every year!
——Why do their mouths smell so bad!I'm going to be pissed off!But their mouths are too stinky, I can't scold them.

Everyone talked about their grievances one by one. Most of them were wronged because of Bai Nian, but few of them said how sad and aggrieved they would be when they were scolded.

Looking at this group of lovely fans, Bai Nian felt that the air was a bit fresher, and the feeling of irritability due to Meng Zhi's fans' rude remarks just now disappeared completely.

Meng Zhi, wait to be slapped in the face!

Her little angels should live in the sun openly and aboveboard.

——Bai Nian: Are you betting?I bet on whether there will be a reversal within one day. If I win, ten people will be drawn to pay 520, and if I lose, it will be exchanged for [-] zeros. How about it?
——It's getting windy: Raise the bet, if you win every year, I will draw five sixty-six thousand to cheer everyone up.

Others: "I'm sorry, the rich fans are here!"

Bai Nian swallowed his saliva.

On the experience of fans being richer than themselves.

She spoke weakly: "Can I grab it too?"

The corners of Feng Heng's lips curled up slightly, and he suddenly thought of the starry eyes of the little bastard.

His smile deepened, and he glanced upstairs.

——The Wind Rises: Please stay away from the lives of your fans.