"Love, love, love! The one you love, Ye Feifei, we all love!"
"Yes, as long as you like it, we will always love it. An Nan, you can see our feelings for you!"
The girlish hearts of the rich women were completely aroused when they met An Nan. They held their faces and looked at An Nan collectively.
An Nan winked at the rich ladies, curled her lips and said, "I love you the most!"
Ye Feifei glanced at An Nan, and her mood was a little complicated. This guy really wanted to be among the young people in the entertainment industry, and he was very good at arousing the emotions of his fans.
After An Nan interacted with the rich women, he started cutting the cake with a stainless steel knife. He carefully cut out the cake with king crab legs, and then brought the cake to Ye Feifei under everyone's gaze.
"Ye Feifei, try it, I hope you like it."
"Thank you." Ye Feifei was also pretentious at this moment. She took the cake generously, nodded to An Nan, and turned to look at Bai Lu and Catherine.
The two raised their eyebrows and smiled, but did not tease Ye Feifei.
After the cake was distributed, a rich woman suddenly raised her hand and asked Ye Feifei very seriously: "Our An Nan is so good, do you want to sign him as an artist? We will invest in making movies."
"Yes, do you want to sign it? If you sign it, we will pay for it, and your company will never have to pay more, okay?"
The rich ladies looked at Ye Feifei at the same time.
Ye Feifei shook her head and replied seriously: "Although An Nan's appearance is very suitable for the entertainment industry, his current identity is that of a big black man."
Yes, artists who have worked as public relations cannot be cleansed.
In particular, An Nan is kept by these rich women, which greatly affects his image in the hearts of fans. An Nan can coax rich women, but he may not be liked by those fans.
"I see, then we'd better not let An Nan enter the entertainment industry. Otherwise, we won't be able to see him!"
"Yes, yes, that's good. It's okay. Let's sit together and have a drink. You don't have to worry about reporters following you. You're free!"
"That said, I quite sympathize with Ye Feifei. Reporters are watching you every day, so you can't be yourself, right?"
The conversation among the rich women changed quickly. They looked at Ye Feifei at the same time. Ye Feifei pursed her lips and smiled, explaining: "I'm fine. I have a good relationship with the reporter, so there's no problem."
"Feifei, don't worry, I will protect you. When you come to our club from now on, I will let them screen you first and never tell reporters. I won't let you make headlines." An Nan started acting like a little puppy again.
The rich women hold their faces in their hands and are surrounded by pink bubbles.
"Why is our An Nan so cute?"
"Babes, you haven't posted on WeChat Moments or Weibo, right?" An Nan seemed to have thought of something and quickly asked the rich women.
Several rich women shook their heads, indicating that they would not send it.
But two rich women frowned and raised their hands at the same time.
"An Nan, what should I do? I just posted it. But I promise, I didn't let Ye Feifei appear on the scene."
"Yes, yes, I didn't either. Let's delete it now. We won't let Ye Feifei's people attack!"
An Nan's fans of rich women are easier to manage than fans of young freshmen in the circle. They are very obedient. While saying this, they have deleted Weibo posts related to Ye Feifei.
There were even two particularly heroic people who helped Ye Feifei recharge Weibo's annual membership. After recharging, they picked up their mobile phones and excitedly said to Ye Feifei: "I helped you open a fifty-year annual membership."
Ye Feifei couldn't laugh or cry when she heard this. Weibo belongs to her, so there is no need to recharge, dear.