Quickly wear it: The male gods are sitting in rows

the next day.

Mu Qingqing woke up from hunger.

Because it was too late yesterday, she just ordered a bowl of noodles, which she digested too quickly.

I glanced at the time, 08:30.

In this case, just go out to eat.

She took out the only set of clothes she had left yesterday from the closet.

It's still a white T-shirt, but it has no holes or threads. The pants are still the same wide-leg pants, and I casually wear some white shoes that haven't turned yellow at all.

After walking out of the community, I found a small shop on the roadside and ordered a bowl of wontons. While waiting for the wontons, I turned on my phone and checked the background reading volume of my novel.

It went straight to the top of the list.

This novel was already widely read, and after it ended, many people who just wanted to read the ending began to read it one after another.

Then Luo Li's fans began to read this novel. They all felt that the author of this novel had written it deeply into their hearts, and it was not unfinished!

This is not a good thing!

"Your wontons are here." The boss put the wontons in front of her.

"Thank you, boss." Mu Qingqing put down her phone. After eating, she probably went to the barber shop first. Her thick bangs made her look several years older. She was obviously a girl in her early twenties, but now she looked like a quickie. Ten people are the same.

And these glasses also need to be replaced.

……

Finally, Mu Qingqing carried a bunch of bags, struggled to the door of his house, opened the door, and kicked the bags on the ground into the room with his feet.

Ouch, she was exhausted.

She went to the mall today and bought everything she could, from clothes to cosmetics to daily necessities.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, she began to unpack and categorize them. Then she realized belatedly that there was no dressing table.

Mu Qingqing sighed again and could only turn on the computer and browse Taobao.

Mu Qingqing's express delivery has not stopped recently. The security guard downstairs thought that the company had changed people, so he came up to confirm.

After all, he only knew a young girl from this family. He didn't see her very often, and she didn't seem to go out very often.

Knocking on the door, a little girl asked with some confusion, "Who are you? Are you the security guard of our community? What's the matter?"

"Ah, yes, I'm the security guard downstairs. I see you've been delivering a lot lately, so I thought someone had changed, so I came to make sure." The security guard touched his head. He felt that this little girl seemed different from the one he remembered.

"Ah, no, no, I just found that a lot of things at home are old recently, so I wanted to change them. Could you please come up?"

"It's okay, it's okay. If you need anything, just say hello to me downstairs. If there's anything I can do to help, I'll definitely help."

After thanking her, Mu Qingqing returned to the room and started to set up her small dressing table. She didn't expect that the original owner would live like this before. She just ordered a few more couriers, which made people think that someone else had moved in.

Halfway through the ride, she discovered that a tool was missing. Mu Qingqing searched around in the tool bag but couldn't find it. After thinking about it, she decided to ask her neighbor to borrow it. If she bought it online, it would take two days to arrive, which was a bit wasteful. time.

Mu Qingqing knocked on the door next door, but no one answered.

Two more taps.

The door opened, and she saw the man wearing a mask that night. At this time, he was still wearing a mask, and his dark eyes seemed a little surprised.

Luo Li was indeed a little surprised. The little girl wore a pair of lightweight glasses, had a bun, and the broken hair on her forehead slightly covered her eyebrows. She seemed different from the neighbor in his memory.

It's also possible that he didn't pay much attention to it before and remembered it wrongly.

"Well, I'm sorry, I want to ask if you have pliers at home. When I was installing the table, I found that the store didn't send them to me." Mu Qingqing lowered his head. This person is really weird. Why do he still wear them at home? If she had known about the mask, she would have gone to Taobao to buy it, and there would be no need to provoke this strange-looking man.

After a while, when Mu Qingqing thought he wouldn't answer, he said, "Yes, please wait a moment."

After speaking, Luo Li turned around and entered the room.

Mu Qingqing stood obediently at the door with her head lowered.

"Here, you can put it directly at the door when the time comes, without knocking." Luo Li handed the pliers to her.

The little girl took the pliers, thanked her, and trotted back directly.

As if he were a scourge.

Luo Li closed the door and took off his mask, not paying much attention to this episode.

When he was checking Weibo just now, he found that his fans were following a novel recently, and he wanted to read it too.

The author's name is Qingliu. Luo Li clicked in and saw that she had written many novels, but this latest one had ridiculously high ratings and readings.

……

After building the dressing table, Mu Qingqing was very satisfied with the result. He took a photo and posted on Weibo: I didn't expect that I was so ingenious.

Her Weibo has 10,000+ fans due to the popularity she has accumulated in the past. Fans originally thought that she was writing a new article on Weibo, but they did not expect that she was here to show off her dressing table.

"I didn't expect that the pink dressing table, Qingliu Da, also has a girlish heart!"

"Please link please link!"

"Madam's latest novel is so good! It almost captures the inner thoughts of our star-chasing girls! Please write more, Madam!"

……

Mu Qingqing smiled and put her phone aside, turned on her computer and searched for instructional videos on how to improve her acting skills.

She thought about it. If she wanted Luo Li to continue to shine on his own stage, the best thing would be for her to stand on the same stage as him.

Now all she has to do is wait until Luo Li's studio contacts her. During this time, she will study hard about acting skills and, by the way, take good care of her face.

But you can’t eat takeout every day, and you need to exercise more.

……

"What did you say? You want to adapt this novel into a TV series?" Li Cheng looked shocked and incomprehensible.

Luo Li raised his eyebrows, "I think what I said is quite clear. You should read this novel first. I think it is much better than the scripts written by those old antiques."

Li Cheng frowned and clicked on the novel.

After half an hour.

"Okay, I promise you. I'll find a time to contact the author and give you the news then." Li Cheng walked out of Luo Li's house with his cell phone in hand.

The next second, "Ouch! Why do you have pliers at your door?"

Licheng crossed his legs and jumped twice on the spot.

"Oh, I lent it to my neighbor. You can just put it on the shoe rack."

"What kind of neighbor? You came to borrow pliers, weirdo. I put them in for you, and I'm leaving."

Someone leaning on the sofa waved his hand and motioned for him to get out quickly.

Luo Li had long expected that Licheng would agree, and he was still very confident about his vision in selecting scripts.

But he suddenly became a little curious about who this celebrity Qingliu liked would be.

Clicking on her Weibo, except for one posted a week ago, there were only a few messages recommending new books.

Luo Li originally thought about continuing to scroll down to see if he could see any more news about her real life. However, he swiped his hand and clicked "Follow". The original box below changed to "Follow each other".

Oops, it’s over.

The Weibo backend staff didn't know what was going on. The account named Qingliu suddenly had millions of followers, and they quickly went to verify whether they were all purchased zombie followers.

The data obtained was that they were all living people, and they were all fans of Luo Li.

Mu Qingqing, who had just finished the course, was going to check Weibo to change his mood. As soon as he opened Weibo, it crashed.

Mu Qingqing was stunned and opened it again. This time the entire page was stuck.

I have no choice but to turn off the phone and turn it on again. Since the phone cannot be turned on, I can only use the computer.

For a moment, she thought her glasses had the wrong prescription.

When did her Weibo gain so many fans?The latest Weibo post also has 10,000+ comments.

"Holy shit! My idol follows my favorite author! My life is complete!"

"This is the author who wrote about the idol being my boyfriend! I read that novel! I almost wondered if the author had installed surveillance cameras in my house! Then the way I look when I'm chasing stars is just like me!"

"If the male god pays attention to her, does that mean that the male god also reads her articles? Then I'm going to read all the previous articles!"

"Although I'm a little off topic, here's the link to this dresser! Please! Give me a link!"

……

Mu Qingqing seemed to know something. He clicked on Luo Li's Weibo and found that the original one-way attention had become two-way. He looked at his growing number of fans again, and his temples jumped twice. The previous owner's This has never happened in my memory.

Even the subsequent publicity was just because Luo Li's studio Weibo followed her.

After thinking about it, Mu Qingqing edited a Weibo post and posted it.

"My lucky score must be 200% today! My idol is paying attention to me!"

After thinking for a moment, I sent the link to the dressing table to that person.

Then she closed Weibo and glanced at her cell phone that had been turned on again. She felt that maybe her cell phone had to be replaced, otherwise her cell phone would basically say goodbye to Weibo in the future.

Because of Luo Li's carelessness, Mu Qingqing's novel became popular again.

It was several days before Licheng called her.

"Hello, is your pen name Qingliu?"

"Yes, who are you?" Mu Qingqing had just put the clothes into the washing machine, she straightened up and walked to the balcony.

"My name is Li Cheng, and I am Luo Li's agent. Regarding the novel you wrote before about the idol being my boyfriend, our studio intends to adapt it into a TV series, so I want to ask your opinion."

"You're not a liar, are you?"

The corners of Licheng's lips twitched, "I'm not a liar. In this case, when you are free, you can set a place for us to meet. We will talk to you in detail about the specific situation when we meet."

"Well, it's okay to meet at your studio at three o'clock on Saturday afternoon. Just send the address to my mobile phone."

"Okay, I'll send you the address later. Someone will pick you up at the door then."

After hanging up the phone, Li Cheng took a deep breath, "She actually called me a liar? She still doesn't believe me? She has to come to our studio to confirm in person!"

Luo Li, who had just finished shooting for the magazine, chuckled and patted his shoulder, "It shows that people are cautious, and I don't rule out the possibility that you are too much like a liar."

Li Cheng: I'll forget it if you two are so angry.

"Don't be stunned. Isn't there another event later?"

"I owed you my last life, so hurry up and go." Licheng waved his hand impatiently.