I used online loans to give gifts to the anchor, and he just said "baby"?

A fan group spontaneously created by Wanwan fans.

The fan group is called "Guardians of the Night" and has only about a hundred members.

"I don't believe Wan Huang would pretend to be a sister. Wan Huang is too rich to do such a thing."

"I don't believe it either. Who is our sister? She spent 30 million without blinking an eye. There's no way she could be impersonating someone else."

"Listen to me, sisters. Believe me. Sister Wan is the cool one. The rookie who sells gentleness is pretending to be Sister Wan."

"The boss of Allure Entertainment is supporting the sale of tenderness. I wonder if this is the case?"

"Who are you really a fan of? Is Wan Huang that kind of person? Why would the cool and low-key Wan Huang pretend to be someone else? What's her purpose in impersonating someone else? She's already rich enough, can you please use your brain and stop being brainwashed by selling her tenderness?"

After analysis by a group of fans, the fans in the group were willing to believe that Wen Wan was Zhajie, not me pretending to be her, someone said at this time.

"If Sister Wan is really a "tough sister," then she's selling gentleness and pretending to be Sister Wan, exploiting her fans. We can't just sit back and watch. We must tell Sister Wan about this as soon as possible."

"You're right, but who has Wanjie's contact information? Everyone knows Wanjie never reads Shuiyin's private messages."

The fan base fell silent, they desperately needed to know the truth of the matter.

-

At this moment.

The rooftop of Zhaoshan Academy.

There were two pots on a long table. One pot was as red as blood and filled with various spices. The butter in the pot was boiling, emitting a spicy aroma that made people drool.

The other pot was as clear as white water, with two poor wolfberries floating on the surface.

Henry looked at the clear soup base in front of him in confusion, then looked at the butter base in front of Wen Wan that was so fragrant that it made him dizzy, and started swallowing his saliva.

He couldn't eat spicy food, so he could only watch.

He raised his eyes and met Jiang Si's gaze. He smiled and said, "It's good that you are here with me."

After he finished speaking, I don’t know whether Jiang Si understood his African language or not, but I saw Jiang Si stretch out his arm and his chopsticks were about to reach the bottom of the butter pot.

"Snapped"

A pair of chopsticks hit his chopsticks.

Jiang Si's fingers felt numb, and he looked up at Wen Wan, as if asking her what she meant.

"Your injury hasn't healed yet, so avoid spicy food." Wen Wan's expression was indifferent.

Jiang Si did not resist and obediently withdrew his hand, put down his chopsticks, took out a cigarette, put it to his mouth and lit it.

The pungent smell of cigarettes tends to mask the beef hot pot base.

Wen Wan frowned, which caught Luo Mingchuan's attention.

"The trainee housekeeper doesn't care? The smoke has smoked the master's beautiful eyes."

Luo Mingchuan looked at Henry who was smacking his lips as he ate the clear soup hotpot, which tasted like chewing wax.

Henry looked up from his bowl when he heard the familiar language. He was stunned at first, then asked in confusion, "So you can speak G African? Then you said you didn't understand what I said just now."

"Just because you don't understand doesn't stop me from speaking." Luo Mingchuan raised the corner of his mouth and said casually.

Then, he pointed at Jiang Si with his chin and said, "Do you care about this person? You are not a very good housekeeper, not even as good as Wenger. No wonder he is an intern."

He whispered provocatively.

Wen Wan raised his eyebrows and didn't bother to look. Luo Mingchuan was a warmongerer who liked to stir up trouble when there were a lot of people around.

The naive Henry could not stand others questioning his professional ability.

He was the butler appointed by the old patriarch for Wen Wan, and he had been responsible for taking care of and protecting Wen Wan since he was born.

He always ranks first in the annual assessment of the Winston family. No one knows how to be a good butler better than him.

His excellent butler bloodline was inviolable. He loudly retorted, "I am the young lady's most loyal butler. I was demoted to an intern only because I made a mistake. You cannot question my ability."

"I'm not questioning, I'm doubting."

Luo Mingchuan's last syllable was drawn out, and the smile on his lips faded, leaving an unclear meaning.

Henry couldn't stand the fox's provocation, so he immediately stood up and walked to Jiang Si.

"Mr. Jiang Si, please smoke to the side. You are polluting the air around the young lady and affecting her breathing health."