"Qian Qian, stop finding fault." Wang Zheng said helplessly.

Even the immortals don’t know the reason, and they can find fault with anything.

"Humph, it's not all your fault. You didn't know why you came to see me."

"No, didn't we just separate a few days ago?"

"It has been more than eighty hours." Tianxian said.

Wang Zheng's face is covered with black lines, and it has only been three days for you to say it is so serious.

"Good boy, I'm going to visit you in a few days. By the way, have you arrived in Tianjin?" Wang Zheng said.

"Here we are, the script reading has begun." Tianxian raised the script in his hand.

"Do you know all your colleagues?"

"It's almost there, but the box office guarantee you mentioned hasn't come yet." Tianxian said.

"Here I go, I was just kidding. The movie is the result of a crew, not one person." Wang Zheng said.

"I don't believe it. I still remember you telling me that among us, his fans are the only one who can contribute the most to the box office, and he is the most popular." Tianxian said.

"That's not what I meant. You are the most popular. The problem is that his fans are relatively young, willing to spend money, and relatively loyal.

You are one of those who are well-known, but your fans have grown up, and most of them are relatively sensible casual fans, which is the same as the composition of my fans."

Wang Zheng made amends and compared the similarities between himself and the immortal. As expected, the immortal was happy.

Immortals are all pretending to be angry, and all their purposes are to act coquettishly.

Of course, Tianxian also knows that there is nothing wrong with the composition of fans mentioned by Wang Zheng, but he is different from ordinary people.

His works are so awesome, his reputation is so good, and there are many people who support him without any brains.

Besides, it’s not that there are die-hard fans who spend money without thinking, it’s just that they don’t want to form a support club.

Just watch the concerts and you will understand that the number of fans they can mobilize is not something that ordinary people can match.

Wang Zheng can mobilize as many people as others can mobilize in a year's concerts at just a few concerts.

There are many reasons for this, but Wang Zheng's mystery accounts for a large part, and "My Love from the Star" is also the icing on the cake.

"Assuming you can speak, Xiaozheng, you won't think I'm being unreasonable," Tianxian said.

"Of course not." Wang Zheng is not a straight man.

"Oh, I heard that their crew has Lin Chiling. Is she pretty?" Tianxian said pretending to be casual.

"I didn't pay much attention, mainly because I was chatting with Baoqiang." Wang Zheng replied.

"oh."

"Sissi, stop digging holes for me. Everyone knows I have a girlfriend," Wang Zheng said.

"Humph, I didn't." Tianxian said harshly.

She found that she was getting more defensive.

"Xiao Zheng, am I going a little too far during this period?" Tianxian thought for a while and asked.

"No, but if we have anything to say, let's just say it. There's no need to beat around the bush," Wang Zheng said.

"Xiao Zheng, I'm just too afraid of losing you." Tianxian said with tears filling his eyes again.

"Qian Qian, it's my fault." Wang Zheng said.

"No, it's just my imagination." Tianxian knew that his mentality had changed a lot since meeting Sisi.

There is still a difference between her own confirmation and her previous guess. She knew before that Wang Zheng could not forget Sisi, but she could not confirm it.

After Wu Jing saw Sisi on her wedding day, she also proved that Sisi had never forgotten Wang Zheng.

Her insecurity was growing day by day. Some time ago, she was fine with being with Wang Zheng every day, but as soon as she left, she always suspected that Wang Zheng had gone to find his ex-girlfriend.

As for Lin Chiling, she just made an excuse.

"Okay, I'm going to read the script. Let me know when I get back." Tianxian said, it was almost time to read.

"Okay, I'll contact you tonight."

"OK."

…

"Thank you for your applause. Today's concert ends here. Thank you all." Wang Zheng's bow made the audience cheer.

A week has passed since the last time he visited Baoqiang, and Wang Zheng returned to the days when there were no immortals.

Backstage, as soon as I entered the room, a familiar body approached me.

Wang Zheng raised his hands in the air with a look of embarrassment on his face, he knew who it was.

"Sister Mi, didn't you go to the hotel? Why are you here?"

Sister Mi hugged Wang Zheng tightly and smelled the familiar scent on his body.

To be honest, she really missed Wang Zheng and took several deep breaths, like a fish lacking oxygen.

"They were being interviewed. I just took the time to run over."

Sister Mi hugged Wang Zheng and never let go. She had always had a job and could suppress her longing. But after knowing that they were about to meet, Sister Mi really couldn't sleep at night.

They haven't seen each other for almost half a year. Of course, this is Sister Mi's statement. In fact, two or three months ago, when Wang Zheng visited Tianxian's class, he also visited her class.

"Why, we haven't seen each other for a long time. It's because we are unfamiliar."

Sister Mi looked at Wang Zheng's raised hands and complained.

"No."

"Xiao Zheng, we grew up together, so there's no need to pretend for me. I'm not sure how much you like me, but there's no way you won't be greedy for my body."

Sister Mi looked at her big secret and said confidently.

Wang Zheng almost blushed at what Sister Mi said. Is Sister Mi speaking so directly now?

"Okay, I won't embarrass you anymore, okay, pack up and leave quickly." Sister Mi said.

Wang Zheng breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Sister Mi thought about him and didn't bother him.

"No matter how many times I've seen it, I always think your concert is particularly spectacular." Sister Mi said.

"Almost, it's like this every day."

"Humph, I don't know how blessed I am when I am in the midst of blessings. To be honest, Xiao Zheng, I always think it's too easy for you to make money." Sister Mi said bitterly.

She is completely aware of Wang Zheng's income. With half a million yuan from one concert, one day equals her income for a year and a half. It's so unfair.

"I think so too." Wang Zheng himself thought it was fantasy.

But no matter what the reason is, Wang Zheng's income has really reached this level.

"Bragging." Sister Mi said, pouring cold water on her.

"All right."

"By the way, Hermès has released a new bag. It's a limited edition. Remember to get it for me. It's my birthday soon, isn't it?" Sister Mi said unceremoniously.

"Oh, isn't there still more than three months?"

"Talk too much." Sister Mi said.

Xiao Zheng, only in this way can I deceive myself. If you spend money for me, I will have a reason not to leave you.

As for bags, with Sister Mi’s income, she can’t afford any bags.

Wang Zheng doesn't know Sister Mi's psychological development. It's normal to give gifts on birthdays.

Wang Zheng breathed a sigh of relief. At least Sister Mi had appointed him and would not complain about his lack of intentions like before.

Sister Mi said that the gift she most wanted to receive was something Wang Zheng had managed to make by hand before.

Wang Zheng pretended not to understand when Sister Mi said this. He didn't want to disappoint Sister Mi too much.

Wang Zheng's previous gifts were not valuable, but they were indeed quite thoughtful.
Chapter completed!