My three pots of meat plants

When they decided to end the show, everyone realized that they had barely touched their chopsticks, and even opened two bottles of beer, which was really weak.

"I have to get up early to record the program tomorrow, and I don't know how the program team will go about this episode. Let's go back and rest early." Song Ke said.

Everyone nodded, at this moment Wen Wuchu said, "Ah, are you leaving?"

He really couldn't blame him, he saw that everyone didn't move their chopsticks, so he took it for granted that he should take this responsibility, especially the pot of edamame and snails, which was his favorite when he was a student.

It was only now that Song Ke noticed that Wen Wuchu had piled up the snail shells in front of him like a small bag of dirt, how much he had eaten.

Hei Zai, Song Ke's manager, sighed: "It is said that southerners love snails, and it really deserves its reputation. What is that phrase you used to say, old Song, 'Peel the edamame, suck the snails'?"

"It's not bad, Hei Zai, you'll remember it once you say it." Song Ke and his agent laughed, and then called the proprietress to pay the bill in a very savvy way, and packed another snail for Wen Wuchu by the way.

Wen Wuchu was a little embarrassed, and quickly refused: "No, no, I just haven't eaten for a long time, and I got hungry."

Song Ke patted him on the shoulder naturally: "I'm not being polite to my brother, I just take the opportunity to eat if I haven't eaten it, like me, although I'm called Hu Chi Song, but I'm not very good at eating snails."

Speaking of this, Song Ke suddenly had a flash of inspiration and thought of something.He picked up his phone, took a close-up of the pile of snail shells on the table, and posted it on Weibo.

[It is said that eating snails is like kissing. People who eat a lot of snails must be good at kissing. Seeing our manager Wen's level of eating snails... (smiley face). 】

After typing the text, he put up the picture of the snail shell. Song Ke originally wanted to @一点文武楚, but found that he couldn't find Wen Wuchu's Weibo, or that there was no public Weibo, so he could only @一下景朱修.

Everyone talked and laughed all the way back to the room.

When he got to the room, Song Ke opened Weibo, almost kneeling on the ground in surprise by the newly increased number of fans and comments.

Song Ke opened the comments and found that the fans' concerns were varied, but they could generally be divided into several types.

"Our Shangxian is too aloof and doesn't update Weibo. We can only rely on Protector Song to release the news in time. Protector Song will continue to work hard! Fuck you!"

What the hell is Protector Song?Song Ke complained inwardly, and he was not angry. As long as the title given by the fans is not scolding him, he must accept it gladly, study hard, and do what he likes.Song Ke understands this truth very well. Unlike those idols who can gain a lot of fans with just one face, he naturally knows how to cherish fans' love.

"Why do people who eat a lot of snails have good kissing skills? How did you get this evidence? Why can I eat such a pot every day, but I am still single! Ahhh!"

"Upstairs, you eat a pot every day? Have you taken a fancy to the proprietress who sells snails?"

"Could it be that you fell in love with the little brother who sells snails?"

"You upstairs are the truth."

There are also those who take Song Ke's remarks very seriously before expressing their opinions. Unfortunately, this kind of topic is basically on the first floor, and will soon be misled by replies from other floors.

"Why @上仙 is to ask whether the saying 'people who eat a lot of snails must be good at kissing' is true, or to ask, is Manager Wen's kissing skills good?"

"The upstairs asked the question clearly."

"Pure face, what are you guys talking about? How could Broker Wen's kissing level be known to the gods."

"Shangxian and his manager practiced every night, overturning the clouds and rain, rushing straight in, full of passion, sparks flying, and finally mastered how to eat snails quickly. (pure face)"

"You're all so pure, I've already made up my mind with the little pornography."

"Fuck off upstairs, Shangxian can only masturbate, no, he can only get out of the mud without getting stained, although Manager Wen is not bad, but he is not worthy of Shangxian, not worthy or not."

"Upstairs, upstairs, is your [-]D little yellow text Shangxian x Wen Baobao, or Wen Baobao x Shangxian?"

"Fuck off upstairs, you dare to put forward the assumption that the Shangxian is subject to such a cult, so quickly tie a cross and throw it out to burn."

……

This kind of gag ridicule of Shangxian is the main theme of the comments inside.However, Song Ke would not be angry at all because fans discussed other people on his Weibo, because he had always wanted to gain glory.

Of course, in addition to these harmonious remarks, there are also some personal attacks, such as attacking Song Ke for hugging his thighs, saying that Bai Shengxiukong has a face that is useless, and Song Ke will forget it after seeing it.

To be a public figure, one of the first things is to have a strong psychological endurance, and these remarks must be automatically filtered. After all, you don’t know whether the person sitting across from the computer and attacking you just wants to scold you, or is bought by other competitors. navy.But you must be calm in the face of these, otherwise you will not be able to mix in the circle long ago.

On the one hand, Song Ke looked at the comments with satisfaction, on the other hand, Wen Wuchu, who returned to his room, opened the packaged supper, and continued to smoke without a pause.

When Bai Shengxiu finished washing and came out, seeing that the other party was still eating, he shook his head helplessly. "Don't eat too much, it's easy to accumulate food at night."

Wen Wuchu nodded, raised his eyes, and saw the other party who was only wearing a bathrobe.

White is really the most suitable color for Bai Shengxiu. Even something as rough as a bathrobe, hanging on Bai Shengxiu's body, still has a bit of fairy air.

However, this is not the point. The point is that the bathrobe is not closed tightly, exposing the bare skin in the middle.

Bai Shengxiu's usual clothes give people the feeling of abstinence, but now that his skin is suddenly exposed, Wen Wuchu feels a little different, with a mixed feeling of holiness and temptation.

Then he felt a heat in his nose, as if liquid was about to flow out, motherfucker!I won't have a nosebleed now!

Wen Wuchu hastily took a piece of facial tissue on the table, wiped it, and secretly rejoiced that it was just eating too many snails, which made his nose runny.

"Hey, what's the matter with all the news?"

Wen Wuchu was still rejoicing when he heard Bai Shengxiu ask.

It was rare that Bai Shengxiu still had a problem, Wen Wuchu looked up and saw that he was looking at his phone.Taking it over, he saw it was a Weibo page, and Wen Wuchu was also stunned by the number of messages.

what happened?

Wen Wuchu hurriedly clicked on it. As a manager, he immediately realized that this situation was really abnormal, and he had to face it well.

As a result, when I clicked on those comments, Wen Wuchu had already figured out if someone bought a navy to attack Bai Shengxiu, otherwise, how could there be so many of them.In the end, it turned out that there were all such unnutritious comments as the gods are good gods, the gods marry me, and the gods bring Baby Wen to marry me.

It turned out that it wasn't an attack. Wen Wuchu breathed a sigh of relief, and then searched the source, only to find that it was a photo of Tan Mengna and Song Kefa.

Song Ke reposted a photo of Tan Mengna and a photo of his leftover snail shells.

Seeing the mountain of snail shells, Wen Wuchu blushed a little, but turned his gaze to the side, only to find that the hotel's tabletop was still piled up with mountain of snail shells.

Uh... Wen Wuchu felt a little ashamed, so he didn't look at the comments under that Weibo, but quickly turned to another Weibo. As a result, Wen Wuchu frowned.

These two people wanted to gain popularity, Wen Wuchu naturally understood it at a glance, a common thigh-hugging trick in the circle.Besides, both of them are actually much higher than Bai Shengxiu in terms of status and works, but now Bai Shengxiu's popularity is amazing.

Wen Wuchu didn't mind this method, because it didn't do any harm to Bai Shengxiu, and even improved it.

He asked Bai Shengxiu to open Weibo but not to make comments before, because he had his own considerations.

On the one hand, he was afraid that Bai Shengxiu would say the wrong thing, so don't take too many screenshots now, as long as you keep posting what you shouldn't say, then unless you are a little transparent, don't expect to be unnoticed.

On the other hand, it's also because Bai Shengxiu has no popularity right now, and he doesn't have any works that can be sold. Posting some sensational Weibo there, it feels very low, just like an [-]th-line Internet celebrity.

Wen Wuchu also knew that Bai Shengxiu was still far from being a qualified artist, but he didn't want him to be defined as an Internet celebrity from the very beginning.At least Bai Shengxiu's future still has infinite possibilities.

Therefore, Wen Wuchu is not disgusted when these two people post photos. They can maintain topicality and exposure, and they don’t lose their compulsion due to overexposure and hype, and the other party also gains popularity. This is just an act of taking what they want. .

However, what Wen Wuchu cared more about was Tan Mengna's posting photos, because in the comments below, there were CP fan comments like "Xiao Mengmeng will accept the Shangxian soon".

Wen Wuchu would not mind if his artistes were in a relationship. In the past, they were not lovers, but they pretended to be couples on vacation in order to increase mutual exposure.In short, if the exposure is beneficial, then it can be exposed whether it is a couple, if the exposure is not beneficial to both parties, then it cannot be exposed whether it is a couple.

This reasoning is simple and crude. He didn't think that a combination like Bai Shengxiu and Tan Mengna would be liked by the public. He was a little worried that the other party might not understand the situation and hype up their CP.

"Why, why are you in a daze?" Wen Wuchu's thinking was planned, and suddenly he saw Bai Shengxiu standing less than [-] centimeters away from him, looking down at him, the heat from the shower made his face feel hot.

"It's okay, it's okay, don't post anything on Weibo, I'll take out the trash first." Wen Wuchu hurriedly stuffed the phone back to Bai Shengxiu, then turned around to collect the snail shells on the table, and turned to go out.

After Wen Wuchu went out, he felt a little stupid. He could just throw the snail shells in the room. Now that he came out, he didn't know where the hotel's big trash can was.

Instead of looking for the trash can in the stairwell, Wen Wuchu decided to go downstairs to the back garden to throw out the trash, and take a walk to digest food.

As a result, when he arrived at the back garden, he saw a familiar figure who was puffing and puffing. It was Tan Mengna.

Wen Wuchu wasn't too surprised. It was common for many so-called young women in the circle to smoke and drink, but they didn't expose it.

Wen Wuchu didn't know whether the other party cared if he broke the matter, so he planned to pretend he didn't see it and leave, but it was Tan Mengna who greeted him first.

"Wen Jingji!" Tan Mengna's voice was probably hoarse, not as sweet as usual, probably because of smoking.

"It's Mengna, why don't you go to bed yet? Go to bed early, and actresses should take good care of their skin." When it comes to chattering skills, Wen Wuchu is no exception.

Tan Mengna smiled and thanked Wen Wuchu for her concern.

The two chatted for a while without saying a word, and at the end, Wen Wuchu suddenly felt that there were a few words to remind this girl.

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel Yinshi, Chen Weiming's mine

Give every little angel who supports the original version a fat hug ~ yes ~ the greasy hug from the scum author who ate too much dessert milk tea recently ╮(╯▽╰)╭ can’t get fat anymore