The movie star's dumb little milk bag

"It's just like what you think, Xu Yang did bring a few marketing accounts over here," Wen Xing sat on the sofa, he really felt that he was quite redundant, but he had no choice but to lower his head and "concentrate" on looking at the booth Laptop on lap.

Yuan Qiao lay sideways on the hospital bed with the "dove occupying the magpie's nest", her face buried in front of Fu Zhiyan, her hands tightly holding onto his jacket, while Fu Zhiyan sat beside him and patted his back.

"How to deal with this matter?"

Wen Xing raised his head. After such a long time, Fu Zhiyan still didn't say a word, and his eyes were about to fall on Yuan Qiao's face.

"Knowledge?" Wen Xing urged again.

Fu Zhiyan frowned, looked up at Wen Xing, and hissed dissatisfiedly: "Hush your voice."

Wen Xing rolled his eyes twice: "Qiao Qiao has been asleep for almost an hour, you are still making a fart!"

"Tsk," Fu Zhiyan tiptoed up, walked to the sofa and sat down: "He can't leave me."

Wen Xing didn't want to continue this topic, so he simply pushed the computer to Fu Zhiyan: "According to your request, the studio has already bought a navy, I guess Xu Yang is already confused."

Not long after they left the house, Wen Xing received a WeChat message from Fu Zhiyan, asking him to check for entertainment news on this floor, and at the same time ask him to contact Liu Lang immediately, to keep an eye on what's happening on the Internet, and once he finds a press release sent by Xu Yang, immediately Contacting the Weibo side and buying a navy at the same time is bound to put this topic on the top of the hot search.

"Then what should we do?" Wen Xing looked at the thoughtful Fu Zhiyan, "The studio dispels the rumors?"

"No need," Fu Zhiyan already had a plan in mind, from the last time Xu Yang deliberately kissed Yuan Qiao and hugged him in front of Yuan Qiao, he knew that Xu Yang was thinking what he shouldn't.

There was no public confession at the birthday party, which was enough to make Fu Zhiyan angry. If he missed this opportunity, it would be impossible for him to create this effect again.

"I'll post an official announcement on Weibo later," Fu Zhiyan glanced at the time on his phone: "Just forward it from the studio."

Wen Xing nodded. They even accepted Fu Zhiyan's confession at the birthday party, let alone the Weibo official announcement. Anyway, the Weibo staff will be the ones who will have a headache, not him.

"What time do you send it? I'll say hello to the studio." Wen Xing asked.

"5:20" Fu Zhiyan looked at his phone: "There are still ten minutes."

At 5:20 that night, Fu Zhiyan posted a photo on his personal Weibo. The angle of the photo was extremely tricky. Fu Zhiyan looked at the person in his arms with his head slightly lowered, with a rare tenderness on his face, and he was greeted with a kind of Yuan Qiao, who was hugged in her arms in a strong posture, only showed a small half of her side face, and she could see her big eyes and fair skin. She rested her hands on Fu Zhiyan's chest, and buried her head in dependence. The difference in height and body shape between the two, It makes Yuan Qiao look like a small animal in his arms.

The text is only one sentence: I can't think of any words to describe you.

At 5:21, Fu Zhiyan studio official V reposted this Weibo with the text: Congratulations to the boss for finally getting married!

"Sister Liu, this... the boss really won't be angry?" Although the little sister in the studio was extremely excited, she still looked at Liu Lang anxiously.

Liu Lang raised his legs, took a sip of the coffee in front of him leisurely, and smiled with his lips curled up: "Whatever!"