Sweet entertainment circle

After Zhao Xiaotian hung up the phone, he drove an inconspicuous car out of the garage, because he was afraid of being followed by paparazzi, he didn't dare to come directly to the university town, and he came to He Ming after wandering around the city for a few times. address.

He Ming, who didn't even know that he had a benefactor, saw the surge of private messages of comfort and encouragement on Weibo, and wondered if he had entered the wrong Weibo account.

[Little brother, come on. 】

[The entertainment industry doesn't want you, we in the food industry can't wait for it. 】

[I saw Ming Ming missed his life, little brother, your diehard fan is here to report, please sign for it. 】

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Although He. Tubaozi. Ming didn't care much about the gossip and gossip in the accident world, he was still so touched by the heart-warming encouragement that he foolishly decided to reply to every private message.

The workload of replying to tens of thousands of private messages can be imagined.

When Zhao Xiaotian came, He Ming was still seriously replying to the private messages from those diehard fans of foodie.

"Mingming, have you ever thought about what to do when you have millions of fans and they send you private messages? Can you reply to so many messages with one hand?" Zhao Xiaotian listened to him When talking about the fan's private message, he secretly praised him for being on the road, but when he took the phone over and looked at it, his mood was a little subtle.

He Ming really didn't think about this problem. He quit the private message and returned to the Weibo homepage. He found that the number of fans who were only in the early 56s at the end of the Golden Flower Awards had increased to [-] in the past two days.

This rise was too scary, he stammered a little: "Then... that person encourages me, will it be impolite if I don't reply?"

"For the fans who really love you, it is the greatest respect and courtesy to them if you don't produce black material and shoot more excellent works. When your announcements increase in the future, you will find that you don't even have time to rest , how can I still have time to reply to these fans' private messages?"

As Zhao Xiaotian said, he looked around, but he didn't see Song Yaoyao, his complexion turned bad instantly, "Is Song Yaoyao gone?"

He Ming was still thinking about Zhao Xiaotian's words, and didn't notice the change in his expression, "Oh, I asked her to go shopping..."

"My God, what do you have to buy at this juncture? Didn't your aunt prepare a refrigerator for the food?"

He Ming was a little stunned by Zhao Xiaotian's yelling, and said in a daze: "It's just... the ingredients for making cakes. You said earlier that you wanted me to make some cakes at home. I thought you wanted to eat them, so I was going to make some for you... ..."

Ever since He Ming's group of foodie fans went online on Weibo, the popular Weibo has become a gourmet show. In order to call He Ming, fans have bought He Ming's cakes in the album, as well as those All the photos of his reaction after eating the cakes he made were secretly posted.

Zhao Xiaotian has only eaten the lemon cake made by He Ming, and after swiping Weibo, the glutton in his heart has long been hooked up in his stomach.

Hearing this, Zhao Xiaotian swallowed his saliva involuntarily, and his complexion turned cloudy in an instant, but he still pretended to be serious, "This is not an example."

Seeing He Ming's well-behaved face, Zhao Xiaotian couldn't pretend to be a villain anymore, and remembered the business here, so he stopped talking about this topic.

Although he hasn't been in contact with He Ming for a long time, when Zhao Xiaotian thinks of the wolf-like Huo Ershao, he always feels that He Ming is a tender and delicious white milk rabbit raised by him.

The milky white rabbit fell into the hands of the big-tailed wolf... Zhao Xiaotian couldn't help feeling a little worried, "Mingming, even though I'm not happy, I don't think I should hide it from you. Second Young Master Huo helped you this time."

To Zhao Xiaotian's surprise, He Ming didn't show any emotion of ecstasy, but his face turned red and then pale, "Did I cause him trouble?"

When a normal person sees the person he likes offering to help him, shouldn't he be secretly proud, at least he will show that he is flattered, right?Why does his artist look more like he was frightened?

Zhao Xiaotian couldn't understand He Ming's brain circuit at all, "According to Huo Ershao, he would be happy to take care of such troubles for you. Hmph, after all, your benefactor thinks that only in this way can he prove the value of his existence."

He Ming didn't hear the strong unkindness in Zhao Xiaotian's tone, the hair on his ears was red, and his expression was still a little fluttering, "He...he has always been like this, even if he caused trouble, he wouldn't dislike others."

Hehehe, bastard and mung bean are a perfect match!

Zhao Xiaotian felt that he had been fed a mouthful of dog food for no reason, and inexplicably felt that he was like a bad guy who beat mandarin ducks. After thinking about it, he didn't bother to talk in vain. Anyway, one was a helpless big-tailed wolf, and the other was willing to be eaten. Dropped Milk White Rabbit.

After Zhao Xiaotian stopped talking, He Ming went to Weibo secretly again, but he didn't reply to the rest of the private messages one by one. He looked at the notice displayed in the message box again, and when he saw it, he said it silently in his heart. When he repeated the name hundreds of times, he froze in place.

"Huo Xiao mentioned you

It is an honor to have tasted the cake of my little brother. @His Royal Highness's He Ming. "

When He Ming clicked on the two blue words, his fingers trembled a little. The university town is a suburban area, and the network signal is not particularly good. After waiting for about ten seconds, the page jumped to Huo Xiao's Weibo homepage.

The Weibo background is default, the avatar is the brand symbol of Ai Tianshuo, the nickname is Huo Xiao, the number 2 is displayed after the followers, the number displayed after the fans is 21, and the column of Weibo authentication shows " Aitian said the words "executive president".

The following Weibo is just one, which was distributed at 13:45 today.

Huo Xiao: It's a great honor to have tasted my little brother's cake. @His Royal Highness's He Ming.

He Ming put down his phone and held his face in his hands.

In the 17th year of Dazhao Qing'an, when His Royal Highness recommended him to the palace to go to the Honey Fried Bureau, he also said the same thing.

Concubine Shao is the emperor's favorite concubine. Everyone in the palace knows that she loves pastries and candied fruit. The Honey Fried Bureau is a place newly established by the emperor to make candied fruit and pastries for Concubine Shao. It has the best pastries and candied fruits in the whole country. master.

Not long after the Third Highness brought him into the mansion, he taught him the rules and etiquette, and brought him into the palace.

He Ming has always known that Concubine Shao really didn't like her very much when she saw him for the first time. His Highness the Third Highness once told him that his concubine mother was the most gentle woman in the world when he was brought into the palace. But He Ming clearly saw that in the Huaqing Palace, Concubine Shao turned her back to His Highness and looked at him like a cold snake letter.

"Xiao'er's kindness, the concubine mother is very grateful, but there are already enough cooks in the Honey Fried Bureau."

He Ming understands the meaning behind the words, but he doesn't believe that the Third Highness doesn't understand.

"I am honored to have tasted his cakes. My concubine will regret it if she doesn't try it."

Concubine Shao is the child of His Highness the Third Highness, and if her son refuses to take a step back, she can only take a step back, "Then I will have a look at it today, the pastry that can make my son say 'I'm so honored' What's so unique about…”

It's that person, even though time and space have changed, it's still that person.

"...Mingming?" Zhao Xiaotian clicked on the apple for a long time, and felt dull again. When he turned around, he saw He Ming covering his face, not wondering, and pulled his hand down, only to find that his eyes were a little red, "Why do you gone?"

He Ming was a little embarrassed, rubbed his eyes, lowered his head and paid attention, "It's okay, I just remembered some past events and felt a little emotional."

Zhao Xiaotian wanted to ask him what he remembered about the past, but at this moment, there was a knock on the door, He Ming put away his phone, and hurried to open the door.

Outside the door, Song Yaoyao was carrying big and small bags, followed by the little friend He Yu who picked it up by the way, also carrying things in both hands. Seeing Song Yaoyao's head was sweating profusely, He Ming reached out his hand to help her.

"Okay, you have to give way quickly, you are not as strong as me, so I'll take it to the kitchen." Song Yaoyao turned sideways, dodging He Ming's overstretched hand, and didn't care about changing shoes, Stepped in from the side and went straight to the kitchen.

The little girl He Yu outside the door also followed Song Yaoyao's example. He stepped aside and went straight into the kitchen, throwing the things in his hands on the ground, "Brother, hurry up and make cakes, I won't eat dinner."

Seeing Song Yaoyao came back, Zhao Xiaotian felt more and more that the apple in his hand was tasteless, and threw the remaining half into the trash can, and joined in the fun, "Hurry up, little brother, hurry up and prepare to make cakes, I don't even eat gone."

Song Yaoyao used too much force, and was looking at the kitchen desk panting heavily, when she heard Zhao Xiaotian's voice, she immediately came out to say hello, "Ahaha, Brother Zhao, you are here too..."

"Let you watch people carefully, you either slipped away or saw something..."

"Brother Zhao, this is what I want Yaoyao to go to. Also, didn't you just say you were not an example?" Seeing that Song Yaoyao's face turned pale from being frightened by Zhao Xiaotian, He Ming quickly interjected to defend her.

"Let you talk?" Zhao Xiaotian hated iron but steel. Didn't he see that girl Song Yaoyao was too reckless, so he hit her, "I haven't settled with you for the catastrophe you caused this time, you Still have the face to stand up for others?"

He Ming knew that he was in the wrong, so he decisively stopped talking, and went to the kitchen silently. After tidying up the things, he cleaned all the equipment, and then took out the ingredients for the cakes to be made, and prepared to knead the dough.

Zhao and Song hadn't seen anyone making cakes yet, they were both standing at the kitchen door watching curiously, Zhao Xiaotian felt tired from standing after watching for a while, so he lazily sat on the sofa and fiddled with his mobile phone.

Song Yaoyao was in high spirits and couldn't get enough of it after watching it. He took out his mobile phone to record the video, and looked at the skillful appearance of He Ming in the video who was wearing an apron when handling materials, his eyes were red, "I feel like Brother Ming is going to make the man in my heart come back to me." God Song Yingdi is down, oh Doc?"

Hearing this, Zhao Xiaotian glanced at Song Yaoyao's mobile phone screen, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and asked Song Yaoyao to hand over the mobile phone. He stared at the screen for two eyes, and then handed the mobile phone to Song Yaoyao Yao, "You, take a good shot, and upload it to the Internet later."

"what?"

The things listed on He Ming's list are many and complicated. After Song Yaoyao went out, he wandered around the market repeatedly. He didn't have time to check Weibo, so he didn't even know that a group of He Ming's true fans appeared on Weibo. .

Zhao Xiaotian was too lazy to talk to her, so he handed over his mobile phone.

Song Yaoyao didn't know why, but she still took Zhao Xiaotian's cell phone, handed her own cell phone to him, and glanced down at the screen.

The first popular Weibo posted on Weibo was a Weibo posted by a well-known entertainment marketing account half an hour ago.

Red Fire Bitch: Celebrity is different. Some people’s personalities are set up really fast, and the performances of the foodie trolls are also quite hard.For those [-]th-line people rubbing their thighs and wanting to wash white, the little brother has set an ingenious example for you, learn from it.

For Song Yaoyao, this Weibo was really inexplicable, she turned her head to look at Zhao Xiaotian, "I haven't checked Weibo for a long time, why is there another little brother?"

"You can check the popular Weibo posts and see what happened this afternoon?" Zhao Xiaotian whispered while watching the video recorded by his mobile phone.

Huo Xiao is right, Huang Xintao, you won't let it go so easily, this marketing account is obviously a pusher, when the water army stirs up the topic that He Ming deliberately set up a person to wash white, the melon-eaters who watch the show will will be led astray again.

Zhao Xiaotian was inspired by Song Yaoyao's words just now, instead of being led away by others, it is better to hold the initiative in his own hands.

"My God, Brother Ming is actually a little internet celebrity!!!" Song Yaoyao, who took Zhao Xiaotian's mobile phone to scan the hot spots, can be said to be very excited, especially the pastry pictures posted by those foodie girls, and clicked on them just now The Weibo tweeted on the homepage, "Brother Zhao, can I use your mobile phone to log in to my Weibo account?"

Zhao Xiaotian was silent for a second, "No."

Song Yaoyao was angry and anxious.

"Let them jump first, the higher the jump, the more painful the fall." Zhao Xiaotian's thoughts became clearer and clearer. Since his bumpkin artist is a gourmet Internet celebrity with his own traffic, he should make his debut as an Internet celebrity. .

Because it took too long to make cakes, it was too tiring to record a complete video. The following videos are all short videos. About two hours later, the sweet smell of the first batch of cakes finally came from the kitchen.

The three people who were waiting to eat cakes were completely holding on to the kitchen door frame, especially Song Yaoyao, who was completely reduced to those idiot fans on the Internet, and his eyes were about to glow green, "Little brother, what do you want to do?" How long? I really can't take it anymore, why don't you let me eat a piece first..."

"In about 3 minutes, it will be fine."

He Ming didn't turn his head, and continued to pour batter into the cake mold.He prepared three kinds of cake materials. The honey honeycomb cake that was just served in the steamer is relatively simple.

The taste of this cake is particularly smooth and delicious, sweet but not greasy, especially suitable for girls, delicious and beautiful.

The latter two cakes, one is this season's flower cake, osmanthus cake, but the raw materials of the osmanthus cake are a bit troublesome to handle, so He Ming also dealt with the remaining lemon cake first.

Song Yaoyao was counting the time, and when 3 minutes came, he was about to notify He Ming, but when he looked up, he saw He Ming was turning off the fire, "My God, brother Ming, do you have a timer in your mind? ?”

"Smell it and it will come out, no need to watch the time."

Song Yaoyao looked a little dazed, looked at Zhao Xiaotian who was staring at the screen of the phone with bright eyes, shrugged his nose, "Brother Zhao, do you smell something familiar?"

"No." Zhao Xiaotian was staring at the screen, seeing He Ming took down the pot, he didn't care about recording the video, and rushed over immediately, "Give me a taste, I'm going to starve to death... I'm going to starve to death It's..."

Song Yaoyao didn't care about Zhao Xiaotian being the boss at this time, and followed He Yu to surround him. The little girl He Yu has experience, so remember to bring a pair of chopsticks when you surround him.

"Brother Xiaoyu, give me a piece too..."

"Go get it yourself..."

He Ming watched from the side, and didn't even bother to remind them that it was hot. Anyway, these three starving ghosts probably wouldn't hear him.

At eight o'clock that night, Haitian's official blog posted a Weibo.

Haitian official blog: #前进赛赛# The honey honeycomb cake, soft and cute lemon cake, and golden autumn osmanthus cake made by He Ming's little brother are freshly baked. Haitian invites you to taste them together.For this purpose, we have prepared a small surprise for you.Forward this post on Weibo, and five lucky winners will be randomly selected to send cakes.Key points: must be the city's cutie.

Below Weibo is the video clip recorded by Zhao Xiaotian and Song Yaoyao.

The author has something to say: A friend came to my house last night, it was too sudden, so there is no code word, and it is so late today.hold me.little angels.

?, Chapter 45

Until ten o'clock in the evening, the number of reposts of this microblog posted by Haitian's official blog was far behind that of comments.

[Hehehe, the little brother is so impatient to put on a show? 】

[Hai Tian's ability to fuck heat can be said to be very powerful. 】

[This wave of operations is a bit embarrassing, I'm afraid my little brother will suffer. 】

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[I'm Yan Fan, whether it's for the little brother to show off or to be hot, I just want to lick the screen at the little brother wearing an apron. 】

[Yo yo, foodie fans haven't kept up with the rhythm and commented, and there are face-controlling water army fans coming to wave the flag to cheer? 】

[The water in the entertainment circle is getting more and more muddled, and it's because of these stupid fans. 】

[People who can't eat grapes often say sour, and secretly call other people's Yan fans as brain-dead fans. I'm afraid they are the type of people who pollute the environment? 】

[There are brain damages every year, especially this year, but birds of a feather flock together, this little brother is probably also a brain damage. 】

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As soon as the Weibo was sent out, the black fans jumped up and down. Occasionally, there were a few comments that spoke for He Ming, and they would be torn to pieces by hordes of black fans.

Song Yaoyao scrolled through Weibo with her stomach in her hands, and seeing several black comments updated every second, she became even more indigestion.

He Ming made a lot of pastries in this batch. Each kind of cake was made twice as much as the steamer, and almost each kind weighed three kilograms. As for the five gifts that were used as prizes, the three Under the strong request of , each gift is less than one kilogram, which is six pieces of each of the three kinds of cakes.

According to He Ming's estimate, there should be five kilograms of cake left, which is enough for these three foodies to eat.

The three of them naturally had a good time eating, especially Song Yaoyao, who couldn't stop eating at all, and ate too fast. He ate a mouthful of cake and drank a mouthful of water, his stomach was swollen like a ball, holding his belly and screaming. He Ming couldn't stand it anymore, so he had to put away all the remaining pastries and let them all walk around the room to digest their food.

Song Yaoyao is a real mobile phone addict, and she started to browse Weibo as soon as she stopped. She has completely become a fan of He Ming's brainless foodie. She subconsciously thought that this Weibo on Haitian's official blog would definitely be turned crazy. , after reading the comment section, she herself went crazy first.

"Being a fucking show, these black people are sailors, right? Fuck him, as my little brother's face fan, I'm proud, I'm proud, this group of people who have no aesthetic vision are veritable idiots..."

Song Yaoyao was swearing and clicking on the keyboard of her mobile phone, which made He Ming, who had never seen her true face, completely stunned for a moment, and whispered to Zhao Xiaotian: "Brother Zhao, Yaoyao...she turned out to be like this when she was fierce." horrifying."

Zhao Xiaotian was holding his fingers to dip the crumbs on the plate that had just been filled with cakes on the table, and adding a little bit to his mouth. Hearing this, he looked at Song Yaoyao, who was filled with righteous indignation, "What are you in a hurry for, Mingming's foodie fan?" Not online yet." As he spoke, his complexion changed again, and he withdrew his finger to look at He Ming, "Besides, Ming Ming's Jin and Zhu are not online yet..."

For some reason, He Bunzi Ming understood his manager's words instantly, his ears turned red, and he was a little shy, pretending to be confused, and said: "Ah, I don't even know what you are talking about, I... I Go wash the dishes."

Zhao Xiaotian looked at him and sneered, and didn't stop him. When people went to the kitchen, Song Yaoyao went to Zhao Xiaotian's side, and said very ambiguously: "Jin... Jin... Is the gold master the second young master?"

"Look at it, as soon as the gold master goes online, he will definitely wipe out the black fans in an instant."

"It's so powerful?"

"Don't you even look at Jin Zhu just registered on Weibo, who are the 10,000+ fans he added in an instant?"

Song Yaoyao thought of the big yellow V and blue V behind Huo Xiao's fans, and swallowed, "That's amazing, my little brother."

Zhao Xiaotian also had a complicated look on his face, "I have to admit, the little brother's eyes are still very good at rubbing the benefactor's eyes."

What was going on in the banquet hall that day, Song Yaoyao knew better than Zhao Xiaotian, and she was a little worried when she thought of the four words "Honored" said by the benefactor Huo Ershao, "Huo Ershao has taken a fancy to Mingming. Forcibly dig people out."

"No. Before Mingming is completely popular, he won't bring people into the Huo family."

"For...why?"

Zhao Xiaotian vaguely felt that Second Young Master Huo had a bit of heart for He Ming. If he was really good for He Ming, he would not let He Ming terminate the contract at this juncture and sign him to his home. After realizing the accusation of He Ming hugging his thighs and cheating himself, no matter how smooth He Ming's career in the entertainment industry is, there will always be a dark spot that cannot be erased.

I have to say, Zhao Xiaotian got the truth.

However, Second Young Master Huo didn't just care a little about He Ming, but cared very much.

At five past ten o'clock in the evening, Huo Xiao finally finished his tour of the last store in City C.

City C is a second-tier city, far away from City A, and there are relatively few stores opened. After Huo Xiao got off the plane, he began to take Ayu and the director of operations of the marketing department to the store non-stop.

Walking down this circle of stores, Huo Xiao's face turned dark. Among the nine stores in C City, he just couldn't find a store that was completely satisfied with QSC (Q - quality, S - service, C - cleanliness). Either diss the store manager in the restaurant, or diss the upper management team in the car.

On the way back to the hotel, the Director of Operations, who had already been pissed off by his own boss, sat in the back side by side with his boss in fear, his back was stiff, and he didn't dare to go on a errand, for fear that his boss would ask him something in the next second. He couldn't answer the data.

Seeing that the hotel where he was staying was not far ahead, the director of operations secretly glanced at his boss, and saw that he was staring at the phone with a cheerful expression on his face. The house boss looked at him with a serious expression on his face.

"You, do you have Weibo?"

The operations director, who was already in his forties, almost cried in fright, "No...no."

Boss Huo, who just registered on Weibo this afternoon, looked contemptuous, "You are so outdated, how can you hear the public's aspirations for the brand of Aician?"

A Yu, who was sitting in the passenger seat, was scrolling through the comments on today's popular Weibo, and pouted.

The Chief Operating Officer wiped the sweat off his forehead, "You're right, I'm going to register for a Weibo account right now."

Huo Boss was satisfied, and continued to browse Weibo, and then forwarded the Weibo posted by Haitian official blog at [-] o'clock today.

Huo Xiao: I miss my little brother's cake. @海天官博: #前进赛赛# The honey honeycomb cake, soft and cute lemon cake, and golden autumn osmanthus cake made by brother He Ming himself are freshly baked. Haitian calls you to taste them together.For this purpose, we have prepared a small surprise for you.Forward this post on Weibo, and five lucky winners will be randomly selected to send cakes.Key points: must be the city's cutie.

Sure enough, as Zhao Xiaotian expected, after Huo Xiao reposted Weibo at [-]:[-], the latest Weibo on Haitian's official blog went viral.

The bosses of the blue V companies, as well as the bloggers and artists of the yellow V also followed suit. They all reposted the Weibo under Haitian's official blog, using Huo Xiao's forwarded Weibo as a template.

The comment area was also completely blown up, and the fans who had been torn to pieces before could finally stand up and sing.

[Hehehe, little brother Hei is a show-off, the sunspots who hired sailors, keep on dancing. 】

[ohlala, please tell me, this is not true, in my lifetime, I can see so many celebrities forwarding the same lottery Weibo. 】

[Heizi, foodie fans are online, those who hack my little brother, thousands of foodies are waiting to be killed without mercy. 】

【Yes, I am my little brother's brainless fan. As long as I can eat my little brother's cake, I will be so stupid. 】

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[Fuck, do sunspots only blackmail behind their backs?The old lady just sharpened the knife. 】

[My daughter-in-law asked me to register ten Weibo accounts to repost this Weibo, saying that if I didn't get the cake, I would kneel on the washboard.Dear brothers and sisters, if anyone of you is lucky enough to get it, please pass it on to me at a high price.Oh, I'm not from this city, please send it by airmail, the cost is all inclusive. 】

[Thank you little brother upstairs for reminding me that I can ask my many suitors to retweet me. Whoever gets the cake from my little brother, I will be his girlfriend. 】

[Upstairs 666, then I invite my friends to forward it to see if I can get my little brother's cake and propose to my foodie girlfriend successfully...]

……

The comment on Haitian’s official blog began to skyrocket in thousands. Song Yaoyao saw that the number of reposts had increased several times in just 5 minutes, and his mouth grew wide. It took him a long time to say a word, "I Fuck, Master Hawking's operation is so coquettish..."

Huo Boss, who didn't know that he had a show operation at all, got out of the car, and deliberately reminded the director of operations, remember to check Weibo.

Looking at her Han boss who was holding a mobile phone with a happy expression on her face, Ayu was a little scared. She had a hunch that her boss would drag her to express emotion for a long time tonight.

"Ayu, let me tell you, he has paid attention to me." Sure enough, as soon as she arrived in the room, her boss started to get angry.

"You paid attention to him, and he should return to you."

"It seems to be the same. But I saw that the boss of XX Investment who followed him together, he didn't go back to him, no, I just checked his follower list, and he didn't follow anyone else except me. .”

Ayu was powerless to complain, "I believe in your capacity, no matter who you actively follow, they will return to you."

"Oh, my little aunt never came back to lock me up."

Ayu choked, and didn't want to talk anymore.

However, Boss Huo, who was holding the phone, was not going to let her go, "You may not know how much he likes me. He even took the initiative to rub against me in the banquet hall. Unfortunately, I didn't I understand too well, and I am a little indifferent."

Ayu looked at the ceiling and sighed again. After giving birth to his son, he must let him have a good relationship when it is time to learn how to fall in love, so as not to be like this 26-year-old man who has never been in a relationship, so stupid.

"Mr. Huo, I have to tell you, in fact, you may still not understand it, and you may not know that you like him."

Boss Huo, who has fallen deeply and doesn't know it, is rarely shy and stutters, "I...how could I not understand, he...he likes me so much, if I don't respond a little bit, he will be so sad."

Ayu shrugged, "Well, your little bit is really a lot."

"Nor..." Huo Xiao didn't finish his sentence when his phone ding-dong, and he quickly clicked on the new Weibo message, which was a private message.

His Highness He Ming: Second Young Master Huo, thank you.

Boss Huo quickly suppressed his smile, pretending to be very noble and glamorous, and quickly tapped his fingers on the keyboard: this is the job of being a patron.

After replying to the message, Boss Huo immediately smiled at his secretary, "He really likes me too much, but he's too unreserved, so he sent me a private message."

The corner of Ayu's mouth twitched, "Just as long as you are happy."

Five minutes later, Huo Xiao stared at the phone that hadn't responded to the message, and frowned, "He...he doesn't care about the benefactor too much."

Ayu: "...Well, I have prepared a change of clothes for you. I booked an extra room for myself. Please call me if you have anything to do."

Huo Xiao was still staring at the phone with his head down. He didn't pay attention to Ayu's words for a while, and responded indiscriminately. When he realized that he had gone out, he scratched his hair irritably, and said to himself: "I want to behave too much." Take the initiative, isn't it good?"

That's what he said, but then he tapped his fingers on the screen unconsciously, and when he realized it, a sentence had already been sent and he wanted to take it back, but the message at the top of the screen showed that it had been read.

On the other side, He Ming, who said he was going to wash the dishes, turned out to be repeatedly scrolling through his patron's Weibo homepage with his mobile phone. Looking at the message he just received on the screen, his face turned red.

The author has something to say: Recently, a little brother took me to score, so I won’t be able to code after eleven o’clock in the evening, so I changed the codeword time to before eleven o’clock.The update is changed to 11 pm, I will definitely update it every day.