Chapter 37

At 3 p.m., Wei Jun sat in the lounge separated by a wall from the restaurant box, watching microblog hot search with his mobile phone.

Sheng Jingheng and Hu Xuerou still rank first.

Just now, the microblog server even got stuck and crashed, giving people the illusion that there was something wrong with their own network.

This is the first time that Sheng Jingheng has an affair with a actress. The team did not come forward to withdraw the hot search, let alone respond.

In fact, it is also the first time that serious gossip has been made. In the past, some scheming actresses deliberately asked paparazzi to secretly take photos, and the photos disappeared directly without being present.

Some messy revelations are not under control. They will be removed immediately after a hot search, and then all relevant microblogs will be blocked and deleted.

To tell the truth, Wei Jun is already familiar with such things.

But unexpectedly, when the paparazzi sent photos to trade this time, his boss told him to ignore it.

Then the paparazzi sent it directly, and the hot search went on immediately.

After thinking about it, there is probably only one reason - in the morning, he accidentally brushed the video of the single cut in South Vietnam, and saw a group of people brush negative comments under the program group official micro.

Because the boss had orders, he was just like a routine and said something to the boss.

Now, South Vietnam and boss appear on the hot search list at the same time, the last and the first. It's really hard for people to think about it.

The boss obviously seems to have known that South Vietnam would be hot searched.

However, in recent days, South Vietnam does not know which immortal it has provoked, or it has such a high heat. If there is a little trouble, it will go to the hot search.

Wei Jun was still thinking. The door of the box was suddenly opened. He was stunned. He just got back to his senses and got up immediately.

The door was opened by Chai Wentao, a well-known screenwriter, and the Royal screenwriter of Mu Yaomu, a leading director who has won several awards at home and abroad.

"Xiao Wei, come on, take a picture of us."

"OK." Wei Jun bent slightly and followed him into the box.

Chai Wentao was in the box with five people. They all sat very open. In order to take a group photo, they just sat together.

Sitting right in the middle are Sheng Jingheng and Mu Lao. Others are the foil, including Hu Xuerou sitting on the edge.

On this occasion, these people don't need to take too much trouble to take photos.

After all, the focus is on the people in the photos, not the photos.

After shooting, they all got up and shook hands to say goodbye.

Mu Lao took the screenwriter and producer first, while Hu Xuerou went to the bathroom. There were only two people left in the box.

Sheng Jingheng looked at the photo, his eyes drooped, his dark eyes flashed a few different colors in the light, and soon dispersed again.

"Send a microblog."

"OK," Wei Jun asked again, "do you want to match words?"

Sheng Jingheng walked out of the box and spread his breath. Then he said, "it's very pleasant to talk to each other."

Wei Jun thought that the boss hated the smell of smoke most. He stayed in this closed box for nearly two hours. It's strange that he could have a good talk.

He quickly edited the microblog. After checking it, he quit his trumpet and changed to Sheng Jingheng's account to publish the microblog.

Just after the hair, Hu Xuerou also came out of the bathroom, carrying a snow-white and charming smiling face, and went straight to the grand scene.

But before she approached, it was like encountering some barrier and stopped one meter away.

Sheng Jingheng put on the windbreaker handed over by his assistant, and the outline of his side face was cold and hard: "tell Guan Piao that it's only this time."

With that, he completely ignored the eagerness and flattery in Hu Xue's soft eyebrow's eyes and took a big step.

Wei Jun hurriedly followed and blew past Hu Xuerou like a wind.

When they left, Hu Xuerou just smiled and said, "Sheng Jingheng, wait."