Mr. Qin is always serious

The message Wen Lang sent did not receive any response.

3 minutes.

5 minutes.

10 minutes.

……

When he arrived at the airport, there was only the emoji he had just sent in the message box, and the little person inside was waving a handkerchief, saying come, come, come.

What to do, really embarrassing.

Student Wen was very sad.

With such a mood, he entered the waiting room, and the crew had already arrived.

Chen Jia stood in the middle, and when she saw Wen Lang, she smiled and waved to him: "Wen Lang, this way."

Wen Lang walked over: "Director Chen, where are we going?"

Chen Jia raised her finger to the flight screen, the destination is Chengdu.

Oh, Chengdu.

Wen Lang is more familiar with this place.

He stood over there and chatted with Chen Jia. During the process, the little hamster listened carefully, his cheeks bulging from time to time.

He especially likes to listen to Wen Lang's speech, and feels that his idol's son-like voice sounds very comfortable and sexy when he speaks.

When Wen Lang and Chen Jia came back after talking, the little hamster immediately leaned over and asked curiously, "Brother Lang, where did you come from?"

"What's wrong?" Wen Lang asked.

"Actually, it's nothing." Shu He smiled embarrassedly, "It's just that I think you speak very nicely, and I want to know where it is."

Wen Lang understood, and looked at him with a smile: "Sijiu City."

The little hamster suddenly became excited: "Hey, Tianzi's feet! I knew it! Only Tianzi's feet can raise you so——"

Before he could say the following words, Song Li sneered next to him: "Kids, please be more considerate. The boss came down from the Wuzhong Mountain in Chengdu. The number of times he has been to Sijiu City in the past few years can be counted on one hand." .”

The little hamster was stunned, and looked at Wen Lang eagerly.

Wen Lang smiled frankly: "It's been said that society is very complicated, children, don't be afraid, take your time."

Shuhe: "..."

Shuhe: [Make a strong fist] jpg

Half an hour later, it was time to board the plane.

Before entering the cabin, Wen Lang opened WeChat and glanced at the message box, but it was still empty.

He sighed and silently pressed the off button.

Because he didn't sleep well last night and got up early, Wen Lang felt sleepy after sitting in the cabin for a while, asked the flight attendant for a blanket and put on an eye mask, and soon fell asleep.

After this sleep, I went straight to Chengdu.

Chen Jia had already booked the hotel before coming, and a group of people went over to get the room cards, and went to the room in various ways.

Wen Lang's room was on the fourth floor. He went in, leaned against the door and looked around listlessly.

Song Li put his luggage in the corner and looked back at Wen Lang: "Boss, why are you so sleepy?"

"There's no reason to be sleepy." Wen Lang sat down on the bed, "And I'm hungry too."

But there is no Wuweizhai in Chengdu.

Of course, there was no Qin Jingshen either.

Song Li was a little worried: "If I knew it, I brought it here with a vacuum bag packed and eaten at Wuweizhai yesterday. There is nothing here. What are you going to eat for the next half month?"

"Let's go to the food court at night." Wen Lang rubbed the space between his brows, "I'll take a shower first, and then I'll sleep for a while. If I haven't come out at two o'clock, please remember to come and call me."

Shuhe nodded.

Song Li took him out together. After they left, Wen Lang simply tidied up his luggage, then took his things to the bathroom and took a shower.

Came out 15 minutes later and the sleepiness was gone.

Wen Lang casually brushed his hair, picked up the phone next to him, it was still turned off.

He turned it on, and just as the interface was buffered, he heard a burst of WeChat ding-dong.

Wen Lang poked it open and found that Qin Jingshen actually replied to his message.

The time display was an hour and a half ago.

Qin: Well, what's the matter?

In other words, after making the big boss angry, I let him hang out for another hour and a half.

It seems that you can consider quitting the circle and going home to pet cats and dogs.

Wen Lang started tapping the screen.

Classmate Wen is walking his dog: Mr. Qin, I'm sorry, I was on the plane just now, and my phone was turned off, so I didn't see it.

Classmate Wen is walking his dog: [Socialism bows and apologizes] jpg

After a while, I saw that the other party was typing.

Qin: Well, it's here?

Classmate Wen is walking his dog: It's been about 10 minutes since we arrived at the hotel.

Qin: Which hotel do you live in?

Wen Lang reported the name of the hotel, and later realized that it seemed to be the property under Zhou Yanxiu's name.

Wen Lang hastily added.

Classmate Wen is walking his dog: Dao Chen's hotel, he said the Feng Shui here is good.

Wen Lang did not lie about this.

The place where Pixiu sits, can the feng shui be bad?

Fortunately, Qin Jingshen didn't really care about this question. After Gao Leng replied with a hmm, he changed the topic to the beginning.

Qin: Didn't you say you have something to ask?What's up?

Yes, what's the matter?

At that time, Wen Lang just asked such a question when he had nothing to say, but he didn't actually have anything to ask.

He finally decided to be honest.

Classmate Wen is walking the dog: Mr. Qin, were you angry yesterday?

There was silence for a long time, and then two words were sent.

Qin: No.

Just by looking at the tone of voice, I knew it was there.

Wen Lang didn't know what to say, and he couldn't find a suitable emoji after searching.

He remained silent for a while, and finally picked out a cute picture of Ju Baoer and sent it to him.

After waiting for almost 10 minutes, I didn't see any reply.

Mr. Qin may be busy.

Wen Lang thought.

He didn't wait any longer, he exited and switched to His Majesty Taotie's account, and just as he switched over, he heard a series of ding dong ding dong sounds.

Wen Lang glanced at it. The latest news was sent by Song Li 3 minutes ago, begging him earnestly to remember to interact more with fans on Weibo.

Wen Lang: [Do not listen or listen to bastard chanting scriptures] jpg

He checked the other WeChat messages again, and found that there was nothing important, so he replied with a few simple words, and also quit.

Now it's completely boring.

After thinking about it, Wen Lang clicked on Weibo.

The Weibo automatically logs in to the work account. Wen Lang poked it open and looked, and found that the fans are still playing a pitiful role, diligently seeking updates in the comment area on time every day.

However, Wen Lang felt that he had already worked hard this month, so he decided to ignore it and cut to His Majesty Taotie's handwriting number.

The comment area is similar to the painting style just now, still acting cute and begging for updates.

Wen Lang glanced at it, and found that the last update was a month and a half ago, which is indeed quite a long time.

I don't know how anxious readers are now.

With such a mood in mind, Wen Lang clicked on the comment area to have a look.

Gardenia does not bloom: His Majesty has not renewed for an unknown number of days, and wants to beat him.

Once upon a time there was a giant panda: Heh, the author.

His Majesty Taotie's manuscript: Some authors are like this. They are obviously single, but they just can't move fast.

Squatting at the bottom of the pit waiting to be fed: No, no, it's not that our Majesty Taotie has no hand speed, it's just that it's all used to tease Wen Lang's black fans, and it has nothing to do with Gengwen.

Vest gentleman: [Sudden despair] jpg

Don’t eat ginger this Chinese New Year: [Suddenly want to blow the author’s head off] jpg

Wen Lang: ...

Although he has never been in the circle of authors, he occasionally goes to watch.

The comments section of other authors are all about loving you, acting coquettishly and showing cuteness, why did the style of painting suddenly change when I came here?

And those nicknames in the front row, don't think that I won't recognize you if you change your avatar. You were lying down with other authors in the morning, but you started to be irritable with me in the afternoon.

It's fine if you don't praise me, but you still hate me.

Hi, so angry.

Come on, hurt each other.

Wen Lang stopped wanting to update, bowed his head to the screen and typed, and finally read it again, and clicked send when he was satisfied.

The readers who received the push message were instantly pleasantly surprised, thinking that their own website had finally been updated, and couldn't wait to come in.

@食头下的春天: Your readers this year is simply the worst one I have ever brought. You don’t even give me hugs, hugs, and high praises, and you still want to update.

There is also a picture attached at the bottom, which is a Shiba Inu expression pack.

@食头下的春天: [No change, just a little bit] jpg

Readers:  …

What else can we do when we encounter such an author?I can only love it so much.

[Can't help showing a helpless smile in exhaustion] jpg

The readers cried out in the comment section, Wen Lang didn't feel guilty at all, and leisurely checked the popular Weibo, and also picked up a few black fans along the way.

After reading it for a while, I was suddenly attracted by an article by an entertainment gossip account.

@Gossip King: "Ten popular superstars in the entertainment industry, the last one is shocking!" "

The title is a very common shock, but Wen Lang actually saw Qin Jingshen's name in the introduction.

Wen Lang clicked in curiously, and found that he and Fu Tong were among the top nine. He didn't read the description carefully, and directly scrolled to the bottom of the article, and he saw Qin Jingshen.

The above briefly mentioned Qin Jingshen's identity and background, followed by a line of capitalized and bold words at the end.

--The biggest star who lives in the business and entertainment weekly.

Wen Lang almost laughed out loud.

Talented, thieves are talented.

I don't know how Mr. Qin will feel if he reads this article.

Of course, Wen Lang would not share this with Mr. Qin. If the big boss thinks that he is not doing his job properly and only knows to read gossip every day, that would be bad.

But Mr. Qin seems to like to read gossip.

Also play Weibo.

Just don't know what his nickname is.

Better to do a search.

Thinking of this, Wen Lang swiped up, entered Qin Jingshen's name in the search box, and clicked to confirm.

The first thing that came out was a yellow v certification number - @qin.

At a glance, it was clear that it was Mr. Qin himself.

He clicked in, and Qin Jingshen's Weibo posts were pitifully few. The most recent WeChat message was half a year ago, and it was a picture of Shen Hai.

Wen Lang continued to scroll down, and reached the bottom with a swipe of his finger. He scrolled up again and found that Mr. Qin had more than 900 million Weibo followers.

It is comparable to Xiaohong's fresh meat.

And Wen Lang is sure that Mr. Qin will never buy zombie fans, these are real fans.

That's great, Mr. Qin.

Wen Lang couldn't help smiling, then moved his hand to the box below, and habitually clicked on it.

So on the other side, Qin Jingshen, who was facing the photo of Ju Baoer in the dialog box, was silent, and instantly saw the prompt message that popped up on Weibo.

——[The Spring of His Majesty Taotie] has become your fan.

He paused.

I think this nickname seems familiar.