Chapter 671

"Is it an account on Weibo?"

"Well."

"Do you have many fans?"

"Not much, just tens of thousands of fans."

But it's all real powder.

Every time she tweets, she can get hundreds of comments.

Originally, she had thought about running that micro blog well, but after Qiao Chen suddenly got sick and was told that she had a heart attack, she didn't have those thoughts.

She is thinking all day long, how should ability cure Qiao Chen's disease.

"Tens of thousands of fans are also good." Nana serious way, "you don't see now many people fans millions, but the real powder is tens of thousands, if tens of thousands are real powder, it's still very good."

"Sister Mianmian, why didn't you update your microblog later?"

Joe Mianmian roughly said: "a little thing happened at home, there is no time to get those."

"Oh, so..."

As they walked, they said that when they were about to go to the shooting site, they met Huang Yilin, who was walking towards them.

Huang Yilin also saw them.

She stopped and looked at Qiao Mianmian coldly from top to bottom, then frowned a little, and her eyes became colder.

Qiao Mianmian also looks at her coldly. Before, he would call her master Huang. This time, he didn't even say hello to her.

Since Huang Yilin has been hostile to her, no matter what she does, the hostility will not disappear.

In this case, she doesn't need to maintain something.

Qiao Mianmian and the previous completely different attitude, Huang Yilin naturally felt.

Huang Yilin stares at her coldly for a while, then she suddenly smiles: "why does Miss Qiao look at me with such eyes, as if she is dissatisfied with me?"

Qiao Mianmian also hooked his lower lip, and then he said in a voice: "master Huang, I'm worried too much. You didn't do anything sorry to me. Why should I be dissatisfied with you? "

Huang Yilin's face changed slightly, and the smile on her lips coagulated for a few seconds. The cold color at the bottom of her eyes became more and more fierce: "is that right? That seems to be my worry. Miss Qiao's make-up is very good. It seems that the make-up artist she invited this time has a good level. "

Joe Mianmian recognized that she was doubting the makeup artist.

She did not explain, a faint smile: "is quite good."

As soon as she finished, she saw that Huang Yilin's face sank. Then she turned her head and glared fiercely at the assistant beside her.

The assistant's face turned white with fright and immediately said, "sister Yilin, I have..."

Just said a few words, like thinking of something, looked up at Qiao Mianmian standing opposite them, his face white brush two points, immediately closed his lips tightly.

Huang Yilin glared at the assistant more fiercely: "idiot!"

The little assistant didn't dare to retort a word, holding an umbrella, shivering.

Huang Yilin calmly takes her eyes back from the little assistant. Her cold and fierce eyes fall on Qiao Mianmian again. After she cuts her eyes, she turns and leaves.

Small assistant holding umbrella, busy trot to catch up, the umbrella firmly in her head.

"Bah, disgusting woman." Nana waited for Huang Yilin to leave, and finally spit out the breath in her heart, spitting out the water channel to Huang Yilin's far away back, "I pretended to be like something in front of me, but I didn't expect that I was so disgusted behind me."