The second generation

"What...you want to post on Weibo?!"

After dinner, it was still early.Ye Xiang didn't go back in a hurry, and was brought into the room by Fang Dongsui.On the fifth floor of Yifei Garden, there are many flowers and plants growing on the balcony with French windows. The location is good, the sun is very strong during the day, and at dusk, the dappled light shines on the potted plants, embellished with a layer of light makeup.

Fang Dongsui put his hands lightly on the balcony railing to think about the problem, and suddenly heard the method Ye Yingdi said behind him, he was stunned, and turned his head suddenly.

He wrinkled his nose and said hesitantly: "It's not very good to post on Weibo."

Ye Xiang smiled helplessly, and calmly analyzed for him: "Then think about it, what causes your every move to be magnified or even demonized... It's just that you are luckier than others in the show, or that someone Is a blogger comparing you with a popular artist?"

Fang Dongsui choked suddenly, recalling what happened in just one day, he vaguely sensed something in his heart, and gave him a sad look in surprise.

"You understand." Ye Xiang was satisfied with his reaction and sighed softly.

"In the final analysis, it's all because you were involved." Fang Dongsui suddenly came to his senses, couldn't help covering his face with his hands, and let out a long cry: "I'm so stupid, why do I have to slip..."

Ye Xiang's influence in the entertainment industry is almost like a god. If he hadn't slipped his hands and touched porcelain at the beginning, netizens might not have been filled with righteous indignation because of @美美爱看剧's blog post, and instantly piled up their anger on him.

Fang Dongsui cried out incessantly, turned around, leaned his head against the railing, shook his feet distractedly, his whole body was shaking, shouting annoyance.

Ye Xiang raised his eyes, glanced at Fang Dongsui's back, hesitated, and got up from the bamboo chair.

He walked over and stood in front of the railing with Fang Dongsui.Turning his head to see Fang Dongsui screaming in agony with his face up to the sky, his heartstrings tensed, and he suddenly asked, "Can I see your childhood photos?"

Fang Dongsui was stunned for a moment, not following his train of thought, with a confused expression on his face: "What do you want photos for?" But he still obediently entered the room, found a stack of old photos in the cabinet, and put them on the desk superior.

Then he saw Yingdi Ye choose a clearer picture from the inside, put it on the other side, took out his mobile phone and turned on the camera, fiddling with the silly doll in the photo, with a click.

Fang Dongsui was frightened and blindfolded. He rushed over and pressed the photo, his eyes were wide open, and he couldn't even speak fluently: "Ye Yingdi... You, don't you want to post my photo on Weibo?"

Ye Xiang glanced at him with a smile, nodded, calmly.

Fang Dongsui clutched his childhood photos in embarrassment, his hands and feet became cramped.

Ye Xiang's eyes flicked across him, and he couldn't help laughing.After he finished taking the photo, he returned the photo to Zhao: "Don't worry."

How can you not worry?

Looking at his serious expression, Fang Dongsui felt a little skeptical about life, and smacked his lips to ask, "Is this really okay? Yingdi Ye, wait a minute...I have another question."

Ye Xiang fiddled with the phone, and nodded when he heard the words: "You say."

Fang Dongsui couldn't make up his mind: "If you do this, won't your fans be sad?" He didn't understand Ye Xiang's behavior.

In his opinion, what Ye Xiang has to do now is to fight against his fans.After all, he would be scolded because Ye Xiang's fans wanted to protect the interests of his master.

If the righteous master turns to defend others, wouldn't fans be disappointed.

It's not worth it, Fang Dongsui thought in his heart.

After listening to Fang Dongsui's stumbling explanation, Ye Xiang suddenly realized, looking at the young man who simply defended him in front of him, his heart suddenly softened.

He couldn't help reaching out, touching Fang Dongsui's soft hair, and explained with a smile: "Do you really think those people who wantonly insult me ​​for maintenance really like me? No, real fans never waste time In these matters, they understand that in the entertainment industry, strength is the foundation of their foothold, and ignoring the rest is the last word. Cursing, ridiculing, and even spreading rumors and slander are just their means of venting themselves."

Ye Xiang suddenly let out a sarcasm smile: "Maybe it's a means of moving yourself."

But Fang Dongsui couldn't understand again. He frowned in confusion and asked, "If you say that, then those people who abused you wantonly are not your real fans anymore?"

Ye Xiang snickered: "Yes, and no, some are so young and inexperienced that they follow others' opinions, while others are fishing in troubled waters in sheep's clothing and sneaking in. Of course, there are such people among every artist fan, so you Do you understand, as long as you do what you are supposed to do, it is enough to strive for yourself, because one person's behavior will never satisfy everyone."

At the end, Fang Dongsui's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly realized.

He pinched the horizontal side of the photo with both hands helplessly, Ye Xiang's words echoed in his mind.

Ye Xiang looked at the movements of his hands, shook his head helplessly, reached out to take the photo, and instructed, "Be careful of scratching your hands."

"Ah..." Fang Dongsui's eyelashes trembled, he hesitated and said "um", and lowered his head.

Ye Xiang went on to say: "The artist and the fans are two-way, respect and love each other, and don't disturb each other." He paused for a few seconds, smiled meaningfully at Fang Dongsui, and motioned him: "You might as well open Weibo now, Look what my support club is doing."

The topic suddenly changed, and Fang Dongsui was taken aback for a moment. After realizing it, he took out his phone and quickly swiped.

Soon I slid to Ye Xiang's support club, where the latest Weibo was on top.

@叶向世界投资会: Do a good deed every day, do not expect to be rewarded, may the kindness last forever, and speak out for charity.The support club specially set up a special channel for the public welfare activity "One Kindness Every Day, Warm the Mountains" to dedicate a love to the children in the remote mountainous areas of Shu City. →#Donation link#

Ye Xiang's voice continued to echo in his ears: "Using meager power to let them feel positive energy is the love that an artist should best give to fans."

Fang Dongsui's heart trembled when he heard this.

"So... don't worry about me." Ye Xiang rubbed his hair.

Fang Dongsui's ears turned a little red, and he gritted his teeth and muttered: "I'm not worried, just ask casually."

"Yeah." Ye Xiang didn't expose him, shook his phone, raised his eyebrows slightly: "Then I'll start posting."

Fang Dongsui lowered his head: "Oh, please go ahead."

He lowered his head and couldn't see Ye Xiang's expression, but he could know that his eyes were on him.

Fang Dongsui didn't want to pay attention to it at first, but it was straight, like a sharp sword light, and it couldn't be hidden without any concealment.

I just said that when he was alone with Ye Yingdi, he would be prone to accidents, and every time he was made uncomfortable by this man's words... Fang Dongsui pouted, moved two steps to the side in embarrassment, sat on the bed, and turned his head to the side side.

But he didn't know that this action made the delicate skin under his neck wide open in Ye Xiang's eyes, and the delicate collarbone and fair neck could be seen at a glance.

The skeleton is elegant and delicate, and the delicate eyebrows and eyes on his face are even more unique.

The delicate flower that should have been grown in a noble garden and carefully cared for, now the petals are stained with embarrassment and turned red for some reason.Ye Xiang took a deep breath, unbuttoned the collar of his shirt, and pursed his lips: "Well...it's already done."

Fang Dongsui said thank you, Ye Xiang's eyes trembled, and he said inadvertently: "I read Weibo, you are going to join the crew of "Jiazi"?"

Speaking of this, Fang Dongsui slowed down, and nodded his head lightly: "Yes." He rubbed his inexplicably hot face, and hurriedly explained, "But I'm not going to play the male lead. Nonsense, just a small supporting role."

Seeing Fang Dongsui's rather embarrassed appearance, Ye Xiang was somehow satisfied, and looked at him with a smile: "I know."

Fang Dongsui was stunned for a moment, then pulled the corners of his mouth dryly: "You also dabble in these gossip..."

"No." Ye Xiang silently picked up the childhood photo on the table, pointed at the silly round face on it, and smiled lightly: "Because I'm going to join the group of "Jiazi" too, so, see you the day after tomorrow .”

Fang Dongsui was dumbfounded: "Huh? Male male male male protagonist..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he wanted to shake his mouth twice.

nonsense!Ye Yingdi is not the male lead, so could it be possible that he will do the supporting role?

This year's reporter gossip marketing account is too unprofessional, such a big melon, there is no news on Weibo?I still have to sneak in whenever I see a crack, and give him a draft that doesn't match the virtues.

What a crime.

Every time I was scolded on the hot search, it was the same cooking.

Fang Dongsui screamed in his heart, almost wanting to run away with a sad face.

He did escape.