Zhang Dengjie Cai

The reminder of Xingmifan sounded in many corners of the world, and the girls who chased stars stopped talking, suspended work, put down paper and pen, and switched interfaces.

[Zhang Anran commented on a Weibo]

Zhang Anran swipe down, and the next post is a popular Weibo, which is his biggest rotten CP site. The profile picture has turned black, and the two words "take off" are simply left.

The number of retweets, likes, and comments was very impressive. Zhang Anran clicked into the comment area and found that they were all CP-related blog posts.

Zhang Anran himself and his team never speculate on CP, but no matter which star, they can't control the thoughts of fans.Zhang Anran's appearance and acting skills make him very easy to become the target of CP fans, and more or less there will be other star teams who are "happy to see it happen" or "fuel the flames".

And this part of CP fans, some have also participated in Zhang Anran's data, spent money for Zhang Anran, and some are prostitutes or just spend money for the other party, good and evil are mixed, and no one can see clearly what they prefer in their hearts who is it.

But most of this microblog is a declaration of taking off fans. Zhang Anran has read the popular, forward and reverse comments several times, but he didn't find a few of them.

He also opened the input box, wrote a message very willfully and clicked send.

"Oh, I see, I remember."

Looking down, fans and black people regard the square as a battlefield, Zhang Anran knows that he will lose a lot of fans this night, and if someone is willing to stay, it is a surprise for him.

He flipped through a few brands according to his mood, some had fans, and some had fans. The Weibo system was quickly paralyzed by him again. Too much traffic was discussing Zhang Anran's online flop. Not virtual numbers, but real real people.

Zhang Anran swiped back to the post bar, and found that the beast of the post bar had been withdrawn, and the posts on the homepage were swiping rapidly, becoming a new battlefield.

It was already eleven o'clock, and Weibo still couldn't be logged in. He spent a little effort, remembered his Tieba account, and posted a post in Tieba with his authenticated account.

"It's Late, Go to Sleep"

Good night,

After the post was sent out, Zhang Anran realized that the period he wanted to type had turned into a comma.

After the post was sent, it would automatically go to the top. He forced himself to exit the software and handed the tablet to Qiping.

Qi Ping turned off the tablet and put it back on the head of the bed. He turned sideways, looked at Zhang Anran, and asked, "Are you going to rest?"

"Well, I have to shoot a movie tomorrow, maybe the movie will be released, can I save a little bit of impression points?"

Zhang Anran made a joke, mocking himself.He doesn't regret it, but it doesn't mean he's not sad. It's his own fault and he should bear the consequences.

The light in the bedroom dimmed slowly, and Qi Ping touched Zhang Anran's waist in the dark, and he got closer to his lover until he got into his arms completely.

Zhang Anran didn't push him away, didn't hug him, just closed his eyes, his mind was still complicated, but because of the temperature in his arms, he gradually felt an inexplicable sense of security.

Perhaps because of his certainty, Qi Ping will never leave him easily, and if there is no accident, they will always be together.

Had countless dreams all night, but couldn't grasp the plot in the dream when he woke up, Zhang Anran opened his eyes, touched his side, Qi Ping had already got up.

He lay on the bed for a while, and finally woke up completely. He got out of bed and opened the door with his slippers on. The smell of food came to his face. Qi Ping turned his back to him and was serving porridge. When he heard the noise, he asked: "More rice?"

"Less rice, more soup." Zhang Anran replied, went into the bathroom, took a clean shower, and came out with only a towel wrapped around him.

Seeing that his hair was still wet, Qi Ping frowned slightly, and naturally took a quick-drying towel, walked around behind Zhang Anran, and helped him dry his hair.

Zhang Anran ignored Qi Ping and sipped the rice soup with his head down. In addition to the rice soup, there were also golden love eggs, slices of bread baked with honey, and freshly baked vegetable and fruit salad, all of which looked very attractive.

Zhang Anran had almost eaten, and his hair was dried to [-]% to [-]% by Qi Ping. He raised his head slightly, and put two pieces of warmth on the top of his hair——Qi Ping kissed his hair, and he left without any ambiguity. , more like a pet.

"Of course it's time to go to work."

Qi Ping's tone didn't change, but Zhang Anran knew he was laughing, so he called his name: "Qi Ping."

"Ok?"

"Wait until things calm down on my side."

"how?"

Zhang Anran didn't speak, just raised his left hand, held Qiping's right hand on his shoulder, and squeezed it before letting go.

He stood up straight, ready to change clothes and go to work.Qi Ping offered to send him there, but he pushed him to the table and told him to eat.

Qi Ping ate his meal in a regular manner, and when Zhang Anran disappeared outside the door, he picked up his mobile phone very naturally, dialed a number, and said: "Strengthen the security around Zhang Anran, if there is any abnormal situation, please tell me directly."

After hanging up the phone, he called an assistant next to him and asked him to temporarily distribute the work at hand, and fully coordinate and deal with Zhang Anran's relationship with advertisers and industry, guide online reviews, and speed up Zhang Anran's filming. production efficiency.

After handing these things over to his assistant, he thought about it, and then contacted several top figures in the entertainment industry through personal relationships, and confessed that he was Zhang Anran's partner, and he didn't ask the other party to take care of him, only mentioning that he would hold a make-up wedding in the future .The other party was also very kind, bluntly saying that he would definitely attend the wedding at that time, hung up the phone, and quickly beat up a few teams who were trying to make trouble, and countless marketing accounts trying to follow suit got "inside information", and they all put the "real hammer" in their hands "Press it down.

Weibo was finally overhauled at around ten o'clock in the morning, and users were able to log in again. The hot searches related to Zhang Anran were still on the list, but the popularity was not as good as yesterday.

The marketing account, which would add fuel to the fire at any time, was also very quiet at this time. The size of the account didn't even have connotation, and it could almost be called cute and cute.

Zhang Anran's studio issued a lawyer's letter at the moment, calling out the marketing accounts that had transferred 500 yesterday with ease and started going through legal procedures, which seemed to be able to explain their silence.But media people with a keen sense of smell have already come to the conclusion that someone is protecting Zhang Anran.

They don't know who is insuring and to what extent, but the big marketing accounts don't move, and the small marketing accounts will not move if they have brains.

Zhang Anran's unfollowed fans were already ready to empty the bottle early in the morning last night, but they didn't expect Weibo to be like this. In addition to Weibo, there was only one post on the post bar that was posted quickly, and it was Zhang Anran last night. good night stickers.

The previous painting style is still pink and black, so after dozens of layers, a layer of reply appears: "Change the comma into a period, go to sleep, good night."

After replying to this layer, there were dozens of layers of pink and black, but soon the same "change the comma to a period, go to sleep, good night."

Scrolling down, there are thousands of different IDs, copying and pasting, replying to this sentence, and occasionally disrupting the formation, but few people pay attention to it, and abruptly turned this post into a good night post for each other.

In this too cold night, I said good night, and it seemed that most of the helplessness of this night had been unloaded.

Maybe there will be countless disputes tomorrow, maybe there will be more heart-wrenching scenes tomorrow, maybe tomorrow I have broken my heart and decided to leave completely, but on this night, like in the past, I say good night.

Zhang Anran is not aware of the fluctuations on the Internet. He came to the crew early in the morning, and no one did not ask him about last night's situation. The attitudes of the group performers and the lower-level staff of the crew have changed slightly, but Zhang Anran is the investor of the crew after all. One, no one dares to make it too obvious.

Wang Qing felt happy after hearing the news last night. She even secretly hoped that Zhang Anran would not come today, or would be replaced because of poor condition, but the production crew remained as usual, and even Director Chen did not show any dissatisfaction. The mood fluctuates too much, and I have eaten NG more than a dozen times.