Connotation that my grandson actually likes me?

Jing Duan would never have thought that these four hot searches would be linked together for such a fantastic reason.

Guarding the best orange: [I'm crying, who can tell me how much my brother has been wronged in the company, what kind of green tea colleague is this, obviously this is a role tailored for our orange, It was actually snatched away by the company's green tea colleague who was "two in every way" because of his relationship. The author probably wanted to cry. I feel so sorry for the author. lost to capital]

Sweet and sour Cheng'er: [I saw this news, and my whole body started to twitch from crying. I was so uncomfortable. I thought of what happened to my brother, and I really wanted to cry, hateful green tea colleague. 】

Everything can happen: [Don't talk about it, the green tea colleagues are extremely vicious... It's fine to support the CP last night, but you still have to take advantage of our brother Zhizi's popularity, I was disgusted]

Chengcheng Chengcheng: [Our family gg is really too simple, we can't play with our green tea colleagues at all, well, the tailor-made characters will be taken away, if it weren't for Zheng Zhan gg's hand slippery thumbs up today, we would still all was kept in the dark. 】

JD Logistics is fast: 【Are you sick?My brother used to be a rock boy too, okay? 】

Jing Duan Shiyi: [When our brother played in the band, that Zhang Cheng was still wearing crotch pants]

The paragraphs are not short: 【Will you be more sober?Do you know Jing Yi?Do you know Prime Numbers? 】

After reading the well section, he sighed and said, "The author? What did you post?"

"Actually, Xu Zhengze didn't post anything, but in the past, he posted a description of Yan Ruzhi's appearance."

Yuan Yi said that he was about to flip through the screenshots, and then said, "They are really ruthless, relying on the fact that the author doesn't care about the affairs of the fan circle, they put gold on their faces, and Zheng Zhan's "hands-on thumbs up" this Regarding the description of appearance on Weibo, in the next second, the prince posted a photo he took when he was playing rock and roll, and it was just right, it was so similar."

Jing Duan dragged his cheeks and said, "As far as he... is willing to talk about his playing rock and roll?"

"That's not right, people have a big face, why don't you dare to post it on your face?"

Jing Duan thrust his chopsticks into the rice vigorously, and was just about to "open the wheat with passion", when he suddenly remembered that the "Prince" ally Xu Wanzhi was still here.

In the end, Jing Duan weighed the pros and cons in his heart, and he was convinced by the "signed photo".

Said: "Hey, Xiao Yuan, forget it, we are all colleagues, come, let's eat."

Then by the way, Yuan Yigang was about to lean in front of him to find the screenshot for a long time, and said softly: "Eat."

Yuan Yi glanced at him in disbelief, and finally shook his head sadly: "You have changed, where has the hot-blooded young man in your heart gone! You actually!"

"Eat or not, if not, I'll eat the braised pork in your bowl."

"eat…"

In the end, when Jing Duan was lying on the table for a morning break, he heard Yuan Yi whispering next to him: "Hey...the boy is dead, eh...youth is gone forever, eh...the punk boy has started to maintain his health..."

In the end, Jing Duan really couldn't bear it anymore: "I don't know whose WeChat name is... called...Ran Ransheng..."

"I was wrong! Dude! You are the most fucking punk!"

Jing Duan was holding his breath at noon, so he didn't sleep well all afternoon. How he wished that when he woke up, he would have a signed photo of Xu Wanzhi under his arm, and then he could turn into a "Zuan man" and scold him. Die that grandson.

Unfortunately there is nothing.

The light shone through the thick curtains, fell into the quiet meeting room, and melted into everyone's breath.

Everything was so dull, Jing Duan turned his head, just in time to see Xu Wanzhi's profile lying on the table.

A bulging meat bun squeezed out from the face on the other side of the table and on the table, and slumped limply on the table.

Let Jingduan couldn't help but want to reach out and squeeze.

But the finger stopped when it was the last bit away from his cheek, and finally retracted.

"After getting the signed photo, we will return to the bridge and return to the road."

It's a pity, why is it so difficult to get this signed photo?

It was already afternoon, Xu Wanzhi and his assistant didn't move at all, Jingduan watched Mumu send him a message, asking himself if he was tired, thirsty, and if he needed to prepare supper, the more guilty he felt.

Glancing at Xu Wanzhi, he said, "That."

But it felt like the boy was putting on airs. It took him a long time to turn around and look at him, but there was no response.

Jing Duan bit his bullet and said, "That signed photo."

"My assistant said I didn't bring it." Xu Wanzhi looked at him, his beautiful eyes were calm, but it suddenly aroused Jing Duan's violent nerves.

The eyes of the two people met for only a short moment, but it was like two colliding flints, blasting the air with a "crackling" sound.

But the sound was short, and Jing Duan huddled together a little bit, murmuring: "If there is no one, then there will be no."

Small, as if coaxing yourself.

Only then did he turn around, clasp his script with his fingers, and never give the people around him a look.

Finally, it was time for Chen Yi to let them go back to rest. When everyone was about to leave, Jing Duan felt a hand pressing on his shoulder, and Yuan Yi's voice rang in his ears, "What are you doing? You work so hard at night. At that time, I saw that you kept your head buried in taking notes..."

"Don't make noise." Jing Duan said a little irritably.

"What are you doing? Are you secretly in love with Xu Wanzhi?" Yuan Yi's eyes almost fell on the paper that Jing Duan was pressing to write on, and his tone seemed to have discovered some terrible secret.

"Get out, I'm not the only one who likes him." Jing Duan said, with a pen in his hand flying around in the blanks of the script.

"Then why do you write someone's signature?"

"Hey, he's just a grandson. He promised to give me an autograph but he didn't. He let me go halfway."

"Why do you want his autograph?"

"Give me an assistant, I asked casually, who knew she was really a star fan." Jing Duan elbowed Yuan Yi who was on his shoulder, and said, "I'm afraid that this grandson won't agree, I still asked for it in front of the director, I think he always has to pretend in front of outsiders."

"I didn't expect that this b pretended to be pretended, and the last thing was not done. You said, writing a name would exhaust him to death, wouldn't it?"

"Brother, brother, stop talking."

"Don't let me tell you, I'm so mad. Tell me, why is he so good at pretending, what else did he say in front of Chen Yi, hey, if it was Brother Duan, at least it would be an autographed photo. Behind his back, Don't fart!" No matter what Yuan Yi kept patting him to stop him,

In the end, it was better to start directly and cover the mouth of the well section.

"You, you!" Jing Duan shook his covered head for a long time, threw the pen away and struggled fiercely until, on his script with the name "Xu Wanzhi" all on it, Zhang— — Xu Wanzhi's autographed photo.

In an instant, Jing Duan leaned back softly like a deflated rubber ball.

He didn't dare to look aside at all, but no matter how much he avoided, he could still feel that person's aura.

"Brother, my assistant didn't bring it with me, so I took the Polaroid, signed it, and sent it to you." Xu Wanzhi's tone seemed to be aggrieved by Chen Yi's admonishment.

Suddenly, Jing Duan felt that he had scolded so many people as grandsons these days, but he didn't expect that the most grandson was actually himself.

"That, grandpa... no, Xu Wanzhi." Jing Duan stretched out his hand and carefully pinched the corner of the photo, then turned his head to look at him with difficulty and said, "What, just now, I didn't mean that. "

"It's okay, it's because I didn't do a good job myself that made Brother Duan think of me so much." After Xu Wanzhi finished speaking, he turned around and said to the assistant Xiaoyu who had been waiting behind him, "Let's go."

Jing Duan looked at Xu Wanzhi's back, opened his mouth in the air, and couldn't say anything. Finally, he glanced at Yuan Yi next to him and said, "You just now! You just reminded me that I would die?"

"You are so fast-talking, I remind you that you can't get in the way." Yuan Yi stared back not to be outdone, glanced at the autographed photo again, and said hesitantly, "Could it be that we really misunderstood him? "

"We misunderstood him or not, I don't know, but he must have misunderstood me." Looking at the photo, Jing Duan looked at the photo, and the boy smiled very warmly, and suddenly felt a little sad. A small-bellied man who spoke ill of him."

Yuan Yi looked at his buddy who was 1.8 meters seven, with his head down, holding a photo... and said slowly, "Aren't you?"

In the end, Yuan Yi was strangled by the well section and walked out. Looking at the two assistants waiting at the door, he let go of the man who was almost out of breath.

"Ahem! Your hands are quite black!" Yuan Yi said angrily.

"Come on, your idol took this photo specially, it's unique." Jing Duan took the autographed photo and sent it to Mumu, seeing the smile on the little girl's face instantly, he didn't feel happy in the end.

Xu Wanzhi's extremely aggrieved tone and hurt expression were all in his mind today.

When returning to the hotel, Jing Duan hesitated with the group members for half an hour before finally clicking on the avatar called "It's a Number".

In the end, it took another half an hour to click on the application point to add friends. In the dialog box of the verification message at the end, all the deletions and deletions were deleted, and finally they were all deleted, leaving only two words

[Well Section] Sent over.

Just after sending the message, the message reminder came.

[Broken hearted old lady]: I read Weibo, I feel so refreshed, remember to thank me.

Jing Duan had planned to uninstall Weibo directly today, because later when he was using his Weibo, he found that these little oranges had sent countless private messages to scold him, and even posted photos of himself. If it is too much, send ghost pictures to yourself directly.

The well section is not afraid of these things, but it is indeed a bit annoying to see them, so I am not going to look at them or worry about them.

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