Chapter 611

In the photo, Qiao Mianmian's skin is exquisitely delicate.

Close shot, you can see the fine hair on her face, but from her face can not find a flaw.

You can see at a glance that in the photo, she has never put on makeup.

Pure and plain.

But the facial features are still exquisite, red lips and white teeth, more immortal than her make-up.

After the eventful netizen posted the photo, the netizen who was shouting to see the plain face photo didn't say a word.

This wave of photos not only sealed the mouth of the sprayer, but also attracted a lot of Yangou who were attracted by the beauty.

The comments on the photos received tens of thousands of praise and tens of thousands of replies.

In the reply, one after another sighs that Qiao mianmianmian is an immortal. The people in Yishui are asking her microblog number, saying they want to pay attention to her.

As a result, inexplicably, this wave of so-called black material not only did not bring any influence to Qiao Mianmian, but also increased her fans by nearly 100000.

Before the rise, she was more than 30000 people's attention.

After the increase, it became nearly 140000.

Qiao Mianmian seldom takes self photos on Weibo. Of the hundreds of photos, there are only three or four.

These self photos were found by netizens.

Each microblog, from a few, a dozen comments, into hundreds, thousands.

Although this amount of comments is not much for some famous actors, it is quite a lot for Qiao Mianmian.

Almost, it's the number of comments made by a very popular person.

In the office.

She looked at the number of fans that rubbed and rubbed up, and her eyes widened, a little at a loss.

Half an hour ago, she was scolded bloody.

Now, microblog is actually increasing fans?

What's going on?

She rubbed her eyes several times, wondering if she was wrong and hallucinating.

"What's the matter?" See her eyes staring at the mobile phone screen, a face of surprise, ink night division stretched out his hand to touch her head, eyes down toward the mobile phone looked at.

"I, I'm pink, I'm pink... A lot of pink."

Hundreds of thousands of fans!!

This number is quite amazing for a little actress like her.

The point is that these fans are not zombie fans, but real fans.

For the first time, Qiao Mianmian was shocked by the six digit powder increase.

She had a look of amazement about who I was, where I was, and what was happening now.

Mo Yesi looked at her cell phone again and nodded. Her slender fingers went through the tip of her hair and combed her hair: "can you be so happy with pink? Do you want me to buy you 10 million fans? "

"... No."

Joe Mianmian was frightened by his proposal. He was afraid that he would let people carry it out in the next second. He immediately said, "don't buy me fans. I don't need them. I don't have any fame now. If you buy me 10 million fans, people will know that they bought them. "

"What I want is real fans, not bought ones."

"I believe I will be able to harvest tens of millions of fans with my own strength in the future."

Mo Yesi's drooping eyes were full of doting, he hooked his lips and said, "well, I also believe my baby has this strength.

Qiao Mianmian brushes her microblog for a while and finds that all the black materials about her can't be seen.

She did it for a long time, but she didn't come up with one.

But half an hour ago, she was still full of black stuff.

She had to sigh in her heart that Mohist's public relations were really powerful.