Finally leaving the crowd, Mo Jinlan and his bodyguards escorted Jing Yan to the car.
She glanced at Jing Yan, who was sitting in the back row, and said straight to the point:
"Tell me, what's going on between you and that little girl named Yu Lin?"
Jingyan took out a bottle of mineral water from the car refrigerator with ease, opened it and took a sip, and then replied casually:
"What's going on, Sister Mo, I just gave the little girl a few words."
Mo Jinlan sneered, obviously not believing Jing Yan's words:
"You're just saying this to deceive other people, but you're also using it to fool me? When have you ever been so interested in someone?"
Jingyan looked out the window with a guilty conscience.
Mo Jinlan said: "What is your attitude towards others? If you want to follow up, let me know in advance. I will say hello to the public relations department. If you just want to have fun, then I will let the public relations department control the direction of public opinion.
Now the number of CPs between you two has increased a bit too fast."
Jing Yan paused for a moment, then said nonchalantly: "No need to control it, just let nature take its course."
Mo Jinlan looked at Jing Yan with a numb face, and felt relieved. She turned around and notified the public relations team to make preliminary preparations for the relationship public relations from now on.
…
At 10:30 in the evening, Yu Lin, who woke up from his sleep, rubbed the physiological tears from the corners of his eyes and stretched comfortably.
She casually opened her phone to check the time, but she was greeted by nineteen missed calls and countless messages.
Yu Lin was silent. If I remember correctly, she just took a nap, right?
Before he could click in to read the message, another call came in, and Cheng Chen's voice came from the phone——
"Ancestor, you finally answered my call. I beg you, please log in to your Weibo and close Jingyan's account. Fans of you two have already gone to my Weibo and are all betting on you without prizes.
When will we return to customs?"
After hearing the keyword, Yu Lin finally remembered what she had forgotten. She coughed twice:
"I'm sorry, Brother Cheng, I overslept. I'll go right away, go right away."
Cheng Chen hurriedly said: "And -"
Yu Lin interrupted: "I want to post my own thank you on Weibo. I know, I know. Don't worry, Mama Cheng. I'll hang up first."
After saying that, Yu Lin hung up the phone, opened the Weibo account that had not been used for thousands of years, and closed it for Jing Yan. Then he copied the text and pictures that Cheng Chen sent her, quickly edited a Weibo post and liked all the programs.
Guests, finally click send and it’s all done in one go.
After completing this series of actions, Yu Lin picked up his mobile phone and walked to the kitchen to start making noodles.
While waiting, I scrolled through the comments on my Weibo——
[I don’t know how many hours later, Linlin finally returned to Teacher Guan Jing]
[Linlin! It’s the fresh Linlin! How can you live without me, Linlin!!]
[Wow wow wow the photo has been set as wallpaper, Sister Lin is so beautiful!]
[Such a long copywriting doesn’t look like Sister Lin’s style at first glance hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha”
[Sister Lin, why did you come online so late? Wuwuwuwuwu]
Yu Lin randomly picked a person who was talking about copywriting and replied:
[The copy was written by the agent’s mother, and I was late because I overslept tvt]
After sending the reply, Yu Lin threw the phone aside and stopped caring about it.
It was dark outside the window, and the neon lights illuminated the traffic on the asphalt road, and intermittently reflected the inexplicable gloomy look on his pupils.