Chapter 60

Fu Zhiyao's mouth flicked. Although he and Xie Yu were real, could they still crack like this?

Sure enough, the brain circuits of CP powder and powder only are different.

Although the blogger was very happy, she commented that the following other CP powders were not so happy:

[sister, wake up, Xie xiaodingdang tweeted, and the cake Shen Mo took yesterday was picked up from the next door My house collapsed. 】

[Fuyu is true!! 】

[can we stop talking about Shen Mo here? Is the enclosure self sprouting good? Do you think it's not good if it's collapsed? 】

the smile on Fu Zhiyao's face was a little stiff. How about the cake?

Shen Mo took the cake yesterday?

He backed out as fast as he could and searched for Xie Yu's name. Fu Zhiyao's face became worse when he searched.

Now when searching for Xie Yu, many of his entries are with Shen Mo:

1. Xie Yu and Shen Mo have the best relationship

2. Xie Yu's pen hold

3. Xie Yu blinks his eyes

4. Xie Yu Shen Mo is real

Fu Zhiyao bit his lips, and his thin lips were marked with blood.

He searched Xie Yu directly and opened Xie Yu's microblog.

He sent out a picture of the cake.

@Xie Yu: happy birthday wish! [picture sharing]

@ Star Youth Moyu CP official support meeting: [ah ah!! Baby, you finally tweet! Are you happy to meet the person you want to see? Hey, hey, hey ~ [picture sharing]]

[don't show it, don't show it, I know you have a birthday with your vice team. Smile /]

[obscure dog food, I have it. Smile /]

[happy birthday!! Wish you happy every day!! 】

[ahhh, happy birthday, brother! 】Happy birthday to xiaodingdang! Be happy every day! 】

[ah, ah, ah! Dark Jade party, blue sky above the head!! 】

[waving the flag in the back row, the ink jade is really fragrant! 】

…… The picture from

as like as two peas of the cake center, which is carried by Shen Mo yesterday, is the same as the icon of the cake center of Xie Yufa.

Fu Zhiyao closed his eyes gently.

[Ding Fu Zhiyao's likability + 5, current total favoritism: 91.]

"buzz -"

just when his heart was in a mess, the vibration of his mobile phone disturbed his mind.

It's an agent.

Fu Zhiyao was just about to find him. He reached for the phone and said, "hello."

"Zhiyao, that variety show has come to an end. You go to the sixth issue, which is the penultimate issue. You're going to start recording the next day after you finish your work. Time is a little tight, so..." Chen Hai said, turning over the contract on the other side.

"I will." Fu Zhiyao interrupted with a resolute tone and said, "take away all those manuscripts."

“…… What kind of manuscript? " Chen Hai slightly a Zheng, put down the contract, raised his head to ask.

"When did Xie Yu become the crown prince of our company?" Fu Zhiyao sneered and asked in a cold voice, "if he is the crown prince, he can be scolded by you every day?"

"Zhiyao!" Chen Hai's voice suddenly changed the tone, "I'm not for you. If you don't like it, don't post microblog, can I send those manuscripts?"

"Change the Weibo password back." Fu Zhiyao said with a deep breath, "I want to use it."

"What do you want to do?" Chen Hai frowned and said, "I will not lose any of the business microblogs that should be sent. I will manage microblogs well. You don't have to worry about it."

"Open love." The other end of the phone was silent for a moment, and suddenly whispered.