"Hey, hey, hey, OK, OK, let's take a rest! We have big things to do tomorrow, right? Also, tomorrow is obviously a competition for the magazine cover for the company's top sister. It's not good to take me there, okay?
,Aren’t we also in a competitive relationship?”
Ling Wenxiao blinked innocently, looked at He Qiyan and asked.
"Little fool, I am taking you with me to let you leave an impression on him. When you return to China next year, ask him to shoot you a magazine cover to create a wave of popularity and give you a test first. The response is not bad.
If you do, you can slowly take over the job, otherwise you will go directly to filming when you return to China. During the time you join the team, you will lose a lot of exposure opportunities. Then when you get promoted, you don’t know when it will be over.
"
He Qiyan patiently explained to her the rules of the Internet. For artists, popularity can determine the fate of 80% of the resources the artist can obtain.
"Well, since there is such a good platform, I should still participate. Should we go to eat at noon or at night tomorrow?"
"I'm going to have lunch at noon. The photographer is busy and has other things to do in the evening! It's hard to make an appointment."
"Okay, let's get some rest! You need to have a good sleep. Staying up late these days will hurt your body!"
Ling Wenxiao kissed He Qiyan deeply and ran back to the room and closed the door.
The next morning, Ling Wenxiao got up early. She was going to cook some red dates and longan porridge. Girls were in such a hurry during their menstrual period. Ling Wenxiao was in pain and couldn't straighten up. She bent over for it.
I poured myself a cup of hot water and rummaged through the cabinets, only to find honey.
Ling Wenxiao said to Songsong: "Songsong, I want to buy brown sugar, soy milk and fried dough sticks, and then three drawers of xiaolongbao."
"Okay, Master."
Ling Wenxiao drank the whole cup of hot water, went back to the room and lay down. She couldn't sleep because of the pain. She started to use her mobile phone to watch videos. She planned to see how the fan circle produced data every day and how.
Working with other people to support idols.
She first looked at some of the frivolous people and saw many long-term fans who were defending the artist's rights and fighting for resources together. It was as if everyone had been given a shot of chicken blood and could generate unlimited love for the artist.
After that, I browsed the accounts of some male artists and found that they were all very impressive. They were very willing to spend money on every offline support.
Ling Wenxiao happened to take a look at the fan circle of the first sister of the company. She was very good at collecting various statistics. She also had several hit TV series and her popularity among the people was very high.
If an artist is very capable, fans will also be very proud of him. When arguing with other fans, the artist's record will be thrown away, instantly leaving the other fans speechless.
After seeing this, Ling Wenxiao looked at his fan club and continued to introduce and promote himself.
Ling Wenxiao might be on her period, and her emotions were extremely sensitive. Some of her eyes were filled with tears, and her vision was blurred and she couldn't see clearly.
Ling Wenxiao closed his eyes and encouraged himself in his mind: "Ling Wenxiao, you must strive for your best, cherish all these hard-won things, and don't let their efforts be in vain."
Ling Wenxiao now has an increasingly strong sense of mission. She feels as if she is carrying the expectations of more and more people, and everyone unconditionally believes that she can do a good job.
Ling Wenxiao got up and took a look at the red dates and longan porridge he had just cooked. It had been cooked until it was thick. The brown sugar he just bought had arrived. Ling Wenxiao added a lot of brown sugar to the porridge.
Ling Wenxiao picked up the spoon and took a sip. The sweetness was just right. She closed the lid of the pot, made another cup of brown sugar water for herself, drank half the cup, and instantly felt her stomach warmed up a lot.
Ling Wenxiao saw that it was still early, so he went back to the room and lay down. This time, his body felt much more comfortable, and he fell asleep again.
I was vaguely thinking about going to meet the cameraman later, and I started to rehearse everything I wanted to say during the meeting, as if I were dreaming in my mind.
The dream was full of reality and reality. Ling Wenxiao woke up for a while and fell asleep again. He didn't know how long he had been rehearsing in his mind. Ling Wenxiao turned around in the dream and couldn't find He Qiyan.
When she turned around again, the people who were sitting and eating together in front of her changed their appearance again. A group of people she didn't know were hanging out with her, and Ling Wenxiao suddenly woke up.
Ling Wenxiao's eyes widened and he looked around the room, making sure that he was still in the room and that he was just dreaming. This virtual and real scene was really elusive.
Ling Wenxiao didn't want to be alone anymore, so she got up and planned to wake He Qiyan up.
Ling Wenxiao walked upstairs and saw He Qiyan sleeping in a twisted state with the quilt falling to the ground. Ling Wenxiao couldn't help but laugh a little. She walked over and picked up the quilt and called He Qiyan softly:
"Big Demon King, Master He, get up soon~ Breakfast has been prepared for you, please have a meal~"
"Hmm~"
He Qiyan heard Ling Wenxiao's voice and responded softly. Without even opening his eyes, he accurately grabbed Ling Wenxiao and held her in his arms.
Ling Wenxiao didn't struggle at all, she hugged He Qiyan tightly, using his body temperature to warm her cold hands and feet.
He Qiyan put his chin on Ling Wenxiao's head and asked, "Why are your hands so cold? Do you have a cold?"
"No, it's nothing. I just lack brown sugar water."
"Brown sugar water? Do you want something sweet?"
He Qiyan didn't understand what drinking brown sugar water meant, because Ling Wenxiao had never had menstrual cramps before he was reborn.
Ling Wenxiao was too embarrassed to speak directly, so he could only say tactfully: "Well, girls need to drink some brown sugar water on those days every month."
"Ah? Then why haven't I seen you drink before?"
"I didn't really need it before~ I never had stomach pain before, but now I'm starting to have stomach pain."
"Okay, I finally understand, let's go get you some brown sugar water now!"
He Qiyan was about to stand up, but Ling Wenxiao pulled him and said, "No need, I've already drank and I'm much better now. Holding you, I'm more than half healed."
Ling Wenxiao snuggled next to He Qiyan and felt much more comfortable.
Ling Wenxiao doesn't know what's going on recently. She is always competing with herself in her heart, always hoping that she will become what she imagined. However, the gap between reality is too big, and she is always internalizing herself. Of course, this may be just because she is too
When I was free, my life before was filled with one thing, which was boxing and winning prizes.
But now, this short period of blank period makes it a little difficult for her to adapt. Once people are free, they will start to think wildly.
"Let's go get something to eat."
After lying down for a while, Ling Wenxiao's stomach began to protest. When He Qiyan heard this, he immediately stood up, picked up Ling Wenxiao and walked downstairs.
Ling Wenxiao had lost a lot of weight recently, and his thin body became even smaller in He Qiyan's arms. His light weight made He Qiyan frown.
"Why are you getting lighter and lighter? Haven't you eaten a lot recently?"
"I have been working out recently, so I have consumed a lot of physical energy. At this time, it has been absorbed by my muscles. When I develop waistline and tendon flesh, my weight will return to normal."
"Don't train to be too strong, otherwise you won't look good on camera. Your figure is very visible in the camera, and you are at least a little fatter than you look in reality."
"Isn't there still one year left? I've finished practicing now. In one year, my whole body will be full of lean meat and I won't be fat at all. Don't worry."
Ling Wenxiao also made He Qiyan a bowl of red date porridge to drink. He Qiyan took a sip and said, "Well, it's not bad, it tastes good."
"Hey, I didn't expect you to like to drink it. This porridge is very nourishing for blood. It just so happens that you stay up late recently, which hurts your body. It would be good to supplement more blood."
He Qiyan took a fried dough stick, dipped it in chili oil, ate it with a mouthful of porridge and a mouthful of fried dough sticks. Ling Wenxiao looked at He Qiyan's way of eating and was a little anxious: "You eat chili oil so early, your
Can your stomach bear it?"
"Okay, this chili oil is not spicy at all, it is very fragrant."
"Ah? Then I'll give it a try too~"
Ling Wenxiao picked up a fried dough stick and was about to eat it with chili oil on it. He Qiyan quickly stopped him and said:
"Hey, hey, you can't eat spicy or cold food now, you can't eat it."
"It doesn't matter, this won't delay you at all."
Ling Wenxiao ignored these taboos and insisted on eating the fried dough sticks with chili oil. Seeing that he could not stop Ling Wenxiao, He Qiyan quickly stood up, held Ling Wenxiao's face, and kissed him.
"This way you can also taste the flavor of the chili oil. No need to taste it, just drink your porridge!"
He Qiyan let go of his mouth and sat back down to eat. Ling Wen was stunned for a few seconds. Looking at He Qiyan, the two of them burst out laughing.
"Well, it's not too spicy. I think it's quite delicious."
Ling Wenxiao said with a smile.
"Yes, hahaha..."
The two of them finished breakfast and went to prepare their own outfits. Ling Wenxiao wore earth-colored makeup today, looking low-key and artistic.
I put on the ink-colored dress I chose last night and found a pair of simple dark blue high heels with some tiny diamonds on them. When paired together, the whole person's temperament was lifted up.
Ling Wenxiao let her hair down and permed it into a casual curl with a curling iron, giving people a free and easy look.
He Qiyan wore the traditional casual style of a business person, a dark blue T-shirt, a pair of black polyester pants, and a pair of black leather shoes. It was the last stubbornness of a business person.
Ling Wenxiao walked to He Qiyan's dressing room and saw what he was wearing. He instantly fell in love with He Qiyan. Ling Wenxiao hugged He Qiyan and said, "You are so handsome! I'm so excited."
My heart is moved~"
Ling Wenxiao raised his head, pouted his mouth, and wanted a kiss. He Qiyan lowered his head and kissed her lightly and said, "You can't kiss me. The lipstick is all on my mouth."
"It doesn't matter, you can't wear lipstick this way! Wearing lipstick makes you look good."
"You little scoundrel, you are always so strong in your reasoning." Ling Wenxiao rubbed Ling Wenxiao's face lovingly.