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Qin Yun's home is in a neighboring city, quite far away, and it was already midnight when she arrived home. Her family lives in a villa area on the outskirts of the city. This place is very interesting, with mountains and rivers. The scenery is very good, but many years ago, it was a shanty town where the poor lived together. Later, it is said that an effective fortune teller figured out that this place is the location of Fuyuan Longmai. A wealthy businessman bought the land, relocated the local residents, leveled the dilapidated buildings, and built a magnificent high-end villa. Unexpectedly, after the wealthy businessmen moved in, they skyrocketed and became one of the best figures at that time, so more and more wealthy people believed that this place was indeed a land of wealth, and the former shantytowns became rich overnight. district.

The further inward the villa area is, the more valuable it is near the mountains. Qin Yun's house is on the second floor near the outer edge. In such a place, he can only be regarded as a poor and lower-middle peasant. Uncle Zhang drove the car into the courtyard, and Qin Yun got out of the car and tiptoed around. Entering the house, the living room was pitch black.

Qin Yun breathed a sigh of relief, stood up straight and planned to go upstairs to return to his room, when he heard a deep and deep voice from the corner, "Are you back?"

Qin Yun was startled, and when he looked closely, it turned out that her father was sitting on the sofa on the first floor in the darkness, waiting for her.

"Dad, you...you haven't slept yet?" Qin Yun swallowed and said with a smile.

"Wait for your mother." Qin Xing clenched his hands into a fist and coughed suppressedly, "Go to sleep when you come back."

"Have you caught a cold?" Qin Yun asked hesitantly.

Qin Xing was waving his hands, "I'm sick, don't get in the way."

"Then I... went to sleep?" Qin Yun asked tentatively.

"Ah."

So Qin Yun quickly slipped upstairs and went back to his room.

Qin Yun was a little afraid of her father. Her father had ups and downs all his life, and he survived the storm. He was very accurate. He could tell how much he was just by looking at him. He was strong outside, but at home Major and minor matters are generally taken care of by Qin's mother, and Qin Xingzheng doesn't care about them—generally, when family affairs reach the point where even Qin Xingzheng is involved, it is a major matter for which Qin's mother can't make up her mind. Such a situation is in Qin Yun's impression It's as if it never happened.

Qin Yun took a shower and lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, finally couldn't bear to call Jiang Fengyue, the phone beeped for a long time but no one answered, finally he rang a busy tone and hung up. Qin Yun held his head in disappointment, wondering what Jiang Fengyue was doing at this time.It was past twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and she must have fallen asleep.

Too many things have happened these days, adding up to more than all the things Qin Yun encountered in the previous 25 years. Now I finally have time to digest it. The villa area is quiet, and I can hear crickets and frogs at night. Qin Yun thought Thinking about it, the more I thought about it, the more I couldn't sleep.

I don't know what happened to Jiang Feng's fishing incident on the Internet.

Qin Yun thought for a moment, and then logged into her Weibo account that she hadn't logged in for a long time. Before she logged out, she closed the comment section and the private messages of people she hadn't followed, so it's very quiet when she logs in now. In fact, it's just that, the Internet is so noisy. No matter how lively it is, as long as it doesn't involve daily life and the internet is cut off, no matter how much they scold Qin Yun, they won't know. It's just that Jiang Feng Yuhuo's fans are too powerful this time, and they found Qin Yun's residence, which scared Qin Yun into a daze. .

Qin Yun searched for Jiang Feng Yuhuo, and was surprised to find that the number of people scolding him had decreased a lot, and most of them were attracted by another big news——Jiang Feng Yuhuo was going to be interviewed live, on Saturday.

Seeing this news, Qin Yun felt mixed feelings. She couldn't tell whether it was surprise, joy or fear. She had liked Jiang Feng Yuhuo for many years, and she always thought that it would be good to just admire such an author silently. She got involved and messed up her life. Because of the abuse of Qin Yun from the outside world, she even had a bad impression of Jiang Feng Yuhuo.

Fiction is fiction, and reality is reality. Once the novel and reality are involved, and the author steps down from the altar, it is discovered that the so-called god is actually just an ordinary person with seven emotions and six desires. The original admiration and worship will naturally fade away, just like Qin Yun Yuhuo to Jiang Feng.

But how many years has he liked the author? When Qin Yun saw this news, he couldn't help but think like most fans, what kind of person is the master who he has liked for so many years.

Merry and chic?Senile?Or is he really a bohemian, foot-picking guy as uploaded on the Internet?Qin Yun didn't realize it herself, but she had already started to silently look forward to Saturday's arrival.

Qin Yun's family didn't have the habit of sleeping late. Early the next morning, when Qin's mother dragged Qin Yun out of bed for breakfast, her father had already had breakfast and was reading the newspaper at the dining table. His back was straight and his sitting posture was correct. .

Qin Yun sat at the corner of the table farthest from her father to eat breakfast. The cook in her family was a good cook, and the deep-fried dough sticks were fried to a crisp. When they were gently broken, there was a crisp sound, so Qin Yun didn't notice it at first. Qin Xingzheng raised his eyes and knocked on her, then lowered his head to read the newspaper again.

Qin Yun didn't dare to break the fritters anymore, and took a big bite of the whole stick, only to hear her father turn the page of the newspaper and say, "I heard you resigned."

"Yes." Qin Yun vaguely agreed while eating deep-fried dough sticks and porridge.

"Looking for a new job?"

"No, the resignation procedures have not been completed yet."

"Come to my company directly after completing the formalities. It just so happens that your Uncle Zhang's son has just returned from studying abroad and is helping me in the company now. You met him last time, and his name is Zhang Zikai."

"Pfft—" Qin Yun squirted rice soup mixed with fried dough sticks far away, choking and coughing.

"Oh, I'm going to die. Please slow down. It's fine now. It's troublesome to clean up." Mother Qin complained and handed Qin Yun a paper towel to wipe his mouth, and cleaned the stains on the dining table with a rag.

"dad……"

"That's it." Qin Xingzheng had finished flipping through the financial section of the newspaper, put it on the table, and took off the glasses on the bridge of his nose, "I know you are not interested in the affairs of the company, and I know you don't like it The boys your mother introduced to you, but Zhang Zikai is different, this young man is young, patient, and energetic, he is a very good successor, Xiaoyun, I hope you can get in touch with him more."

"But……"

Qin Xingzheng pinched the bridge of his nose, and sighed: "I don't bother to ask whether the things you provoked on the Internet are true or not, Xiaoyun, Dad is getting old, and Dad needs a successor, do you understand?"

Qin Yun looked at her father's gray temples, and the rest of the words were choked in his throat.She turned to look at her mother. This middle-aged woman turned her face away, avoiding meeting Qin Yun's gaze.

In Qin Yun's memory, his parents had a very good relationship. When her mother talked about her husband, her face was always full of pride. Relatives also felt that Qin Yun's mother had found a good husband, until Qin Yun himself tasted some. It wasn't until the taste of love that her parents respected each other as guests all their lives, the man was the master outside the house and the woman was the master inside, but apart from this, it seemed that there was nothing else, what was left after stripping off the layer of harmonious cloak?

Qin Yun's mother is a typical petty citizen, even going to see Qin Yun is a train transfer bus, such a woman, besides going on a blind date with Qin Yun, is some trivial things that are short-lived by the parents, will Qin Xingzheng have a common topic with her? ?

Qin Yun shook his head, not daring to continue thinking about it, but at this moment, Qin Xingzheng had already gotten into the car and rushed to the company to attend to his official duties.

Qin Yun was afraid for a moment. She was afraid that she and Jiang Fengyue would become like her mother and father in the future, so she hurriedly called Jiang Fengyue, but the voice on the other end was still busy, and she didn't know what Jiang Fengyue was busy with.

Afterwards, Qin Yun called several times, but without exception, they couldn't get through. Just when Qin Yun was under house arrest by her father in a disguised form, and worried about Jiang Fengyue's safety, Saturday arrived as scheduled.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, the live broadcast room was already crowded several times, sports car gifts flew all over the screen, and the number of viewers quickly exceeded [-] million, and that number kept rising, as more and more people poured into the live broadcast room.

There were so many people crowded in three hours before leaving the venue, and there was still only one audience with Qin Yun's live broadcast for many years, which was not at the same level at all.

[Where is the boss?Where is the boss? ]

[Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!Crazy! ]

[Hurry up, sashimi!Gift brush up!Boss shows his face for the first time!Be sure to let him feel the enthusiasm of our sashimi! ]

[跑车*1*2*3*4*5……]

Fans of Jiang Feng Yuhuo waited eagerly in front of computer screens all over the country. People seemed to have forgotten his recent scandals and were wholeheartedly looking forward to his appearance. Occasionally, discordant voices were quickly banned by the administrator. Submerged in the sea of ​​barrage.

After all, he has been a great god for more than ten years. Rumors can suppress a small character like Qin Yun so that he can no longer hold his head up, but it is nothing to Jiang Feng Yuhuo.

When the time came to 07:30, Weibo, Mushroom Literature City, and Lanshou TV live broadcast room were already boiling. Jiang Feng Yuhuo's various support clubs swarmed in, brushing up slogans and gifts supporting Jiang Feng Yuhuo row by row. , Qin Yun had no choice but to block the barrage to prevent the screen from being completely covered by messages.

It wasn't until this moment that Qin Yun really felt Jiang Feng Yuhuo's godhead. Those sports cars were swiping on the screen as if they didn't need money, which was many times more shocking than when he couldn't get a sofa before.

Seven fifty-nine, eight o'clock!

The screen in the live broadcast room lit up, and the host read a few opening remarks, then the scene cut to Jiang Feng Yuhuo, and the camera was pulled up from the floor.

shoes, eh?High heel?Could it be that Jiang Feng Yuhuo is a woman?

Straight legs, white and smooth, belonged to a woman at first glance.

Then there are the thighs in the short skirt, the thin waist, the chest, the neck.

Qin Yun blocked the barrage, but he could also sense the audience's increasingly excited emotions from the faster and faster scrolling speed in the comment area next to it.

Finally, the picture cut to the lower jaw, the sharp curve Qin Yun was somewhat familiar with, then to the nose, and then to the eyes... the eyes!

Ok?

Qin Yun watched the screen suddenly go dark, and only his own face was reflected in it. The comment area was still being scrolled, but at this moment, his face had become confused.

Well, at this critical juncture, the server of Blue Ribbon TV finally failed and collapsed.