After touching the porcelain boss, she conceived a cub

Huang Quan sat beside Shi Xin, full of thoughts.

Shi Xin asked again: "How did you do those things on the show?"

Huang Quan was taken aback, and the little Jingba in his arms also trembled, and the innocent and honest face of the yellow-haired youth showed a bit of embarrassment.

"You know... Didn't I say that Zhuji is not a good thing before? I have prepared some backhands, and it can be used! Haha, haha..."

Shi Xin looked down at Huang Quan quietly for a while, and Huang Quan's hair stood on end when he looked directly at him.

Finally relieved not to look at him, he took out his phone and transferred money to Huang Quan.

"Old rules, fifty-five points."

Hearing that Shi Xin raised the money, Huang Quan scratched his head, and was about to speak when he was interrupted by Shi Xin.

"Don't talk about the money anymore, let's not talk about this period of time, you have been helping me all these years, and you deserve fifty or five cents."

Huang Quan looked at the young man sitting next to him with his head bowed and fiddling with his mobile phone, and a trace of distress flashed in his eyes.

"But you still have to pay back..."

Shi Xin smiled disapprovingly: "Earn it hard, and you will be able to pay it off sooner or later."

Skillfully transferred all the remaining money to another account, Shi Xin put away her phone, leaned against the back of the seat and closed her eyes.

That night, Shi Xin nestled on the bed, flipping through the news on the Internet with his laptop in his hand.

A live broadcast during the day, the continuous heat has not dissipated after a whole afternoon of precipitation.

At this time, there are different opinions on the Internet, and there are roughly a few clear trends.

Some people think that the live broadcast accident in this episode of "Please Tell the Truth" live interview show is actually a script deliberately planned by the director team, with the purpose of impacting the ratings and attention.

Some people think that these changes have nothing to do with the director team, but Shi Xin's careful planning for Hong. After all, the panic level of the director team at the time was not like acting, let alone the script, so Zhu Ji is a fool?Would agree to such a self-deprecating script?

Only a small number of people believed that these emergencies were real, and they began to suspect that there really was a mysterious ghost king, and this ghost king was still in love with a male human being, and a human ghost appeared. The love is not over.

There are also some conspiracy theories. They firmly believe that this is a premeditated hype. Shi Xin is a newcomer to an entertainment company with a strong background, or simply the young lover of a boss. 's debut campaign.

They analyzed the live broadcast video with reason and evidence, and tried their best not to miss any details.

In addition to this, there is another group of people who only care about Xinxin's face.

Shixin looks like a man and a woman. This face has caused him a lot of trouble since he was a child, and his beauty can be seen.

When such a face appeared in the wider public eye, the attention it attracted was terrifying.

But no matter which point of view he holds, Zhu Ji kicked his heart out in front of everyone. It is impossible to justify beating someone face to face.

Everyone scolded Zhu Ji overwhelmingly.

Those little stars and internet celebrities who had been suppressed and bullied by Zhu Ji jumped out one after another, and began to accuse Zhu Ji of various past deeds in detail.

Apparently, in this incident, Shi Xin became popular on the Internet, while Zhu Ji became popular on the Internet.

Shi Xin rubbed the edge of the laptop with her fingertips, closed the computer and got out of bed, put the phone on the stand and set it up, unfolded the thin yellow paper, skillfully picked up the wolf hair, dipped it in the freshly ground cinnabar, and placed it on the Transcribe Buddhist mantras on yellow paper.

From beginning to end, a piece of yellow paper was quickly covered with fine and meaningful small characters.

Shixin turned off the recording, imported the video to the computer, and made simple editing.

In the dimly lit video, only the young man's lips and chin to his waist are captured.

The moderately thick lips are pursed lightly, the small chin is delicate and porcelain white, and a section of white and tender neck is extremely eye-catching.

The slender wrist turned slightly, and quickly wrote bright red and meaningful words on the yellow paper.

After subtracting the useless parts at the beginning and the end, Shi Xin logged on to his Weibo, which had already been filled with Aite and private messages and exploded, uploaded this video, and wrote a copy:

One of the fans who reposted the comments and liked it sent out the "Zhunti Mantra" written by myself. This mantra can eliminate all evils and five rebellions, and all sins and obstacles, and achieve all vain merits.

Shi Xin understands some Buddhist incantations, and the transcribed incantations are somewhat effective, probably to the extent that he was about to fall while walking, but turned a corner and regained his footing.

But that's all. Although he described the love between him and the ghost king in the post as earth-shattering and lingering, but in fact, he has never even seen what a ghost looks like.

He believes in the existence of ghosts and gods, but he also feels that they are far away from him.

After clicking send, Shi Xin casually clicked on a few private messages and Aite looked at them. There were some licking faces, but more scolding ones.

After turning off the computer, setting the alarm clock on the mobile phone, Shi Xin put her whole body under the quilt.

He is still a junior student now, and he has class tomorrow morning, so he can't be late.

In the room where only the bedside lamp was on, it gradually became quiet, with only the slight sound of breathing.

"Snapped!"

The switch of the bedside lamp automatically pops up and turns off when no one is operating it.

The only light disappeared, and the room was plunged into darkness.

In the darkness, one side of the bed sags slightly, a corner of the quilt lifts up, and a human figure bulges around Shi Xin.

The long hair wrapped around the cheeks was gently brushed aside, revealing Shi Xin's defenseless sleeping face in a deep sleep.

The black shadow lying next to Shi Xin took out a mobile phone out of nowhere, pressed it lightly a few times, and put it away again.

Shi Xin, who was sleeping soundly, didn't know that 10 minutes after he posted on Weibo, the retweets had already surpassed [-], and it was growing exponentially.

Maybe most people don't know whether this so-called "Zhunti God Mantra" is true or not, and who Shi Xin is, but it is the instinct of netizens to love to join in the fun.

At this moment, a person was awakened in his sleep.

Jiang Zilin.

The assistant of Yin Xi, the boss of Budu Entertainment Company, heard the ringtone specially set by him at this time, and immediately opened his eyes reflexively, and took the phone, and an unread text message was displayed on the screen.

These days, people who don't use WeChat and still use the old-fashioned communication method of SMS, except for them, Mr. Yin, I'm afraid there is no one else.

Thinking of his frighteningly high salary as an assistant, Jiang Zilin immediately clicked on the text message.

"Prepare a hundred Weibo trumpets for me to send them over."

Jiang Zilin read the text message several times, and slowly typed a question mark with his fingertips.

In the next moment, he immediately deleted the question mark, turned over and sat up, started to prepare the Weibo account, and sent the account passwords to Yin Xi via SMS one by one.

Rest assured at home.

Relaxed bed.

Be relieved.

The light of the phone reappeared, and a black figure with invisible facial features kept tapping the phone with his black fingertips.

Copy the account password, log in, follow the note, forward Weibo, like it, comment: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! You choose me!!" Exit.

Copy the account password again, log in, follow the note, forward Weibo, like it, and comment: "I can do it! Take a look at me!!" Exit.

Repeating infinitely...

But every review is different.

This night, Jiang Zilin was very busy, and Yin Xi was also very busy.

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Yin Xi: One hundred Weibo trumpets are not enough?

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