My Professor Shen

Still as narcissistic as ever.

As Lu Linshen's manager, Ji Yao understood her temperament very well, she was silent for a while, and then softly told her: "Use a small account for Weibo, don't slip your hands."

Her worries were not groundless, Lu Linshen did many stupid things like swipe and praise, a certain singer cheated, a certain actress got divorced, they added bricks and tiles to the traffic of the marketing account for no reason, and many late-night bald people left the company.

"Understood, I'm so long-winded." Lu Lin frowned impatiently, and held the phone screen in front of Ji Yao's eyes, "Manager Ji, do you need to make sure again?"

Ji Yao was dazzled by the glare of the light, she pushed Lu Lin Shen near Chi Chi's hand, and double-checked the account name on it - "Love is deep and I don't know where it starts"

"Have you applied for a new Weibo account? Why didn't you report it to me?" Ji Yao asked.

"Hey hey." Lu Lin smiled very wretchedly, and showed off: "This is my new Weibo name, isn't it very poetic!"

After Ji Yao was stunned for a while, her expression became weird, and she finally realized that "Shen Qingchuan" turned out to be the cp names of Shen Qingchuan and Lu Linshen. Before the filming of the co-authored show officially started, the owner personally took the lead in kowtowing.

"It's awful, it's pretentious and long." Her eyelids drooped, her voice was cold, "You might as well change it back to your original name." After speaking, she reached out to snatch Lu Linshen's phone.

"No!" Lu Linshen took a step back suddenly, his phone was covered in his arms, "I'm already the host of CP Fanchao! You can't change your name at will!"

"As your manager, I have the right to supervise your Weibo." Ji Yao snorted coldly, unmoved.

She thought to herself: It's almost the same if you don't know why, you are a modern pseudo-literary youth.

Lu Linshen clenched his hands on his chest suddenly, raised his head and gave Ji Yao a sideways glance, his face wrinkled like a steamed stuffed bun.

Her gaze was angry, Ji Yao coughed, and loosened a button on her neckline. She was already prepared for the storm, but Lu Linshen's eyes suddenly turned red in the next second.

Shen Qingchuan was distributing tableware, facing Lu Linshen sideways, noticing the noise here, she turned her head and said gently: "What's wrong with Xiaolu?"

"It's okay." Lu Linshen wiped the corners of her eyes pretending to be strong, her expression of wanting to cry but not tears was well-prepared, even she herself hadn't noticed it, she had unconsciously classified Ji Yao into the intimate camp, acting like a baby It also makes it easy to grab.

Shen Qingchuan turned his gaze to Ji Yao, who had an innocent face, and Jiang Ling, who was watching the whole process, was amazed that she hadn't learned a tenth of the essence of Sister Lu.

It was the first time for Ji Yao to experience this battle, she was inevitably in a hurry, she gritted her teeth, the muscles on her cheeks were faintly visible.

"Mr. Jiang doesn't mind?" Ji Yao panicked, picked Jiang Ling who thought she was from the same camp for help, and directly threw the finger out.

Jiang Ling was watching the play lively, she spread her hands and shrugged to express her helplessness, and said with a light smile, "I don't mind, as long as sister and sister Lu are happy."

Although Shen Qingchuan didn't understand the ins and outs of the matter, it didn't affect her being coaxed happily.

The hot potato rolled back again, Ji Yao had no choice but to take over, and compromised: "Whatever...you."

Lu Linshen accepted it as soon as he saw it, the corners of his lips raised high, "Manager Ji, I love you so much!"

Wen Yu yelled something bad in her heart, and roared silently: Boss Ji!Straight Girl's Trap!run!

Sure enough, Ji Yao's heart fluttered when she heard this joke that was similar to a confession, and her ears were filled with a layer of crimson. She touched the bridge of her nose to relieve her emotions.

"Buzz~" The phones of several people participating in the program vibrated at the same time.

Li Wen: [Happy New Year's Day! 】

Wu Renzhong: [Happy New Year's Day! 】

...

The WeChat group of the newly created program group began to swipe the screen, and the congratulations one after another were dazzling.

Lu Linshen interjected discordantly, [@李文Director, where's the red envelope? 】

Shen Qingchuan and Jiang Ling just arrived and watched the screen silently, Ji Yao looked cold and didn't know what she was doing staring at the phone, only Wen Yu was silently watching the hot pot boil.

System prompt: You have a red envelope waiting to be claimed.

Li Wen: [I wrote down those who received the red envelopes in my notebook, hurry up and forward them on Weibo! 】

Yu Qingyi: [Sure. 】

Lu Linshen: [/Contempt/ I knew you were uneasy and kind! 】

Wu Renzhong: 【Urban routines are deep, I want to go back to the countryside. 】

Lu Lin let out a deep chuckle: "Hahahaha, which year's catchphrase did Mr. Wu post this? My God, it's too old."

Jiang Ling paused with her fingertips, showing embarrassment. She didn't seem to have a verified Weibo account, and even uninstalled Weibo in a fit of anger last time, and still hasn't installed it yet, "Wen Yu, the company's enterprise account has reposted Chu Ran's new variety show Is it a scheduled Weibo?"

Wen Yu poured a pinch of millet pepper into the white porcelain bowl, bit the end of the chopsticks, "Forwarded it, Xuanfa also followed up and edited the new content, but..."

After all, it was a variety show that the boss personally participated in. Every department of the company responded positively, especially the public relations team, who wanted to post their eyes on the comment area, for fear that someone would take the opportunity to stir up trouble and splash dirty water.

Wen Yu half-spoken, a little hard to say, and simply handed the phone to Jiang Ling, "Mr. Jiang, why don't you read it yourself."

Jiang Ling was puzzled, she picked up her mobile phone and scrolled down, the hot search list updated 1 minute ago blinded her eyes.

"This, this... so exaggerated..." Lu Linshen, who lives on Weibo and eats melons, looked shocked.

[Jiang Yizhi V: Miss!rush! //the meaning of traveling:...】

What is Jiang Ling acting dumbfounded online? This Weibo is definitely from the hand of the old man. Even if he didn't repost it himself, it must have been ordered by him.

The group's Weibo got off to a good start, as if all the subsidiaries under Jiang Yi Weaving had been notified, they scrambled to show their faces, even more tidy than the annual meeting.

The extremely enthusiastic appearance resembles the seven aunts and eight aunts who support the juniors in the family.

Jiang Ling was dazzled for a while, speechless, and her fingertips trembled. She no longer had the courage to click on the comment section of the official blog.

Lu Lin patted his chest in deep fear, and said repeatedly: "Fortunately, my dad and I are in the cold war period."

Otherwise, with Lu's father's competitive character, he might compete with Mr. Jiang for the sake of face.

Cold War?Ji Yao's ears moved sensitively, her lips were pursed tightly, and her brows were slightly furrowed.

Wen Yu was once again frightened by Mr. Jiang's behavior of protecting the calf, and said weakly: "Then Mr. Jiang, do you still need to announce and follow up?"

Jiang Ling's face was livid, she glanced at her lightly, and asked, "Do you think it's necessary?"

The top ten trending searches have all been swept away, so there is no room for publicity work, and now she only hopes that the trending searches will be rejected soon.

Shen Qingchuan caressed Jiang Ling's fingertips, with a bit of teasing in his eyes, his red lips kissed: "Fuck."

The eyes of everyone present turned to her in unison, especially Lu Linshen was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped to the floor.

Could it be that Shen Meiren will also swear in her lifetime?

"My wife is not only rich but also beautiful, she just killed me." Shen Qingchuan flipped through the comments with great interest, as if opening the door to a new world, "A rich woman, hungry, give me a hug."

Netizens' comments were full of excitement, but they were relayed by Shen Qingchuan without emotion, which sounded a little more funny.

She picked out some bold comments and read them, Jiang Ling felt ashamed, held Shen Qingchuan's hand slightly with her palm, turned her head and stopped talking.

It wasn't until Jiang Ling's face was so hot that she almost lost consciousness that Shen Qingchuan stopped talking and let her go.

"Boss, do I need an account for you?" Wen Yu asked cautiously.

She noticed that there was not enough trousers in the entire comment area, especially the female netizens who were posting a lot of water, and there was no way to pay attention.

Jiang Ling picked up a glass of ice water and drank it down in one gulp. She drank a little too quickly, the water flowed down her neck and into the neckline, and the heat on the top of her head finally dissipated, "No hurry, no hurry."

Li Wen: [@江玲江太局good job! 】

Jiang Ling: [It should. 】

Suddenly, Lu Linshen patted the table, excitedly said: "Look, my super chat has entered a newcomer!"

"Congratulations." Ji Yao put the phone across her lap, her eyes flickering slightly.

"Her online name is Yiqinqingshen. It's her family." Lu Lin was deeply moved. She poked the couple's profile picture and sent out a series of greetings like a series of cannonballs.

Ji Yao's thighs were itchy from the shock.

The induction cooker was turned on to the maximum power, and the sound of gurgling gradually came from the pot, the red oil was boiling, and the heat was boiling.

"The pot is boiling." Shen Qingchuan reminded.

Wen Yu picked out a piece of freshly cut mutton and was about to put it into the clear soup pot, when Lu Linshen stopped it immediately.

"Wait!" She pulled a few bottles of beer out of the box on the ground, "You must drink before eating!"

Looking at the wet bottle, Ji Yao frowned in disgust, "I brought red wine."

Lu Lin gave her a deep look, and said: "Boss Ji, have you never eaten hot pot? Beer is the perfect match, okay? If you want to drink red wine, turn left and there is a western restaurant ten kilometers away."

Ji Yao endured it, Lu Linshen was right, she had never eaten hot pot.

Lu Lin pursed her lips deeply and filled each glass with beer. She stood up and raised her glass, "Happy New Year's Day!"

"Bang!" A firework bloomed on the dark night, and then dispersed like a cloud.

"Cheers!" The crisp sound of glass clashing resounded through the living room.

"Cheers." Shen Ming touched Void, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, his drunken eyes were hazy.

He was the only one sitting alone in the spacious villa, and even Ah Wen, who was always inseparable, could only guard outside the door.

The phone on the coffee table rang.

"Hey, let the fart go!" Shen Ming collapsed on the sofa, his face flushed.

"Happy New Year's Day, pay attention to your body, drink less alcohol..." The other side was still rambling, Shen Ming directly smashed the phone on the ground, and it was torn to pieces.

This movement startled the servant at the door shaking his shoulders uncontrollably.

A burst of laughter filled the living room. Shen Ming bowed his waist and laughed hoarsely. After a few minutes, he gradually felt the lack of oxygen, his abdomen was exhausted, and his voice gradually weakened.

He covered his eyes with his hands, and a moan escaped from his throat.

"Ah Wen, come in." He wiped the corners of his moist lips and shouted softly.

Ah Wen, who was squatting on the ground, turned pale for an instant. He supported the door frame and stood up, walking resignedly.

"Squeak!" The door opened and closed, and the sound of begging for mercy continued until late at night.