Chapter 439

He shivered into Ruan Qi's home page and saw her latest microblog at a glance——

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Shen Wenqian looked at the expression bag. His eyes were black and his coffee was almost thrown out.

He quickly opened the comment area.

Sure enough!

[sleeping slot! This microblog, this expression bag, is too arrogant!]

[I love this expression. Who is Ruan Qi's mental retardation?]

[who else can it be? Paparazzi Qiang, sunspot and Jane Chao!]

[am I the only one who focuses on Ruan Qi's refusal of the invitation to the Huatai Spring Festival Gala?]

[Ruan Qi has only been on the road for four months. Can you invite her to the Huatai Spring Festival Gala?]

Brag makes no one draft. Even rumors about Huatai dare to make!]

[it's well known how cold Huatai is. Ruan Qi only dares to talk nonsense because she knows this. Anyway, Huatai can't come out to clarify for the sake of her little star.]

[that's a great move. Huatai also invited me, but I refused. Hahaha!]

Before long, the marketing numbers crazy about KPI took a screenshot of Ruan Qi's microblog.

Looking at those sarcastic comments, Shen Wenqian finally stopped the receding hairline and began to fly back.

He couldn't even wash his face. He grabbed the car key and went straight to Yuyuan.

When the agent surnamed Shen stormed into the villa angrily, he saw the little girl sitting in a chair, like a crying bird, waiting for Xi · bird mother · Jiu to feed.

Shen Wenqian looked at the man with a strong aura, and the momentum he had accumulated was "snapped" to pieces.

He sighed tired and opened his chair to sit down next to Ruan Qi.

The little girl who ate a mouthful of meat squinted with satisfaction, shook her two small thin legs and looked at her agent happily.

"Did brother Shen have dinner? Have some together?"

Then he pushed a plate of big steamed stuffed buns in front of him.

Shen Wenqian: "

I don't want steamed stuffed bun. I want paraquat.

The daily tired agent silently shed two lines of tears in his heart.

"Ruan Xiaoqi," he said bitterly, "what happened to the microblog you just sent? Why didn't I know you were invited to the Huatai Spring Festival Gala?"

The little girl took a sip of milk, then opened the wechat chat window and pushed it.

Shen Wenqian looked at her suspiciously, lowered his head and scanned the mobile phone screen——

“！！！！！”

He opened his eyes incredulously, "when did this happen?!"

"Three days ago." Ruan Qi wiped his mouth. "As a temporary program, the autumn director of the Spring Festival Gala wanted me to lead the singing. But old man Cao and I have made a reservation and can only push it. It's not a big deal, so I didn't tell you."

Shen Wenqian: "!"

It's not a big deal?!

Last Spring Festival Gala is not a big deal?!!

Girl, are you full of milk!

Shen Da brokers make complaints about it in the mind, and then he regrets such a good opportunity. Then he slowly frowns.

"Although you are really invited to the Spring Festival Gala, what do you say on the Internet? You can't show your chat records to netizens? Sunspots won't believe it."

The little girl gave a slow 'Oh'.

"Don't worry, brother Shen. I've arranged everything! ~"

……

Ruan Qi's microblog aroused the anger of sunspots.

After # Ruan Qi was not invited # by the Huatai Spring Festival Gala, # Ruan Qi said that he was invited # to the hot search.

The topic was full of ridicule and abuse.

"Someone is playing tricks in the back." Shen Wenqian brushed a circle on the Internet. "It's all the Navy. It's obviously hired. If it goes on like this, passers-by will be impatient."

The little girl nodded slowly.

She opened wechat and sent a message to Cao Zhixing

[it's Xiao Qi: old man Cao, do it.]