"Well?" Gu Xi held back a smile and pretended to be puzzled, "then how can I see the roof?"
"Well, downstairs..."
Xing Beiyan's face did not change at all, and he was calm.
"Well, OK." Gucci didn't tear him apart.
After chatting for a while, they hung up. Gu Xi, a little tired, rolled on the bed for two times. Suddenly, her mobile phone rang, and her eyes suddenly widened.
Two days later, Gu Xi finally finished all the subjects. With the time, she could plan her own plan.
First of all, after Mo Han has organized her team, she needs to get the company done as soon as possible. Finally, she can build a microblog or something to accumulate fans for the team in advance. Only in this way can she have the advantage of fighting Han Lei in the future.
She remembers that many people in the school now play microblogging, especially celebrities in the school. She knows several of them, such as Han Lei, Zhang Waner, Gu Xueer and so on
Han Lei used to play when she knew that the dance was sent to the micro blog, a shot and red.
He also got a lot of little fans.
At the beginning, he was one of them.
Gu Xi opened his notebook and directly logged into his microblog. His nickname showed a few big words, "Ai Lei's life!" Oh, she almost vomited.
Han Lei is the only one who pays attention to him. The homepage is full of videos about pictures he sent, and there are also a lot of crazy words on it.
Click on Han Lei's home page, and the number of fans has reached one million. No wonder some companies can't wait to get him to make his debut. Now that he is a student, he has so much traffic. In the future, if it is really packaged, how about it?
Gu Xi feels that he has another goal, that is, fans surpass him!
Looking at the pictures he sent, he just felt disgusted. After just flipping for a few seconds, Gu Xi nodded X in disgust and looked at his fans: 1:00, he quit the account without hesitation and applied for another one.
Nickname: my husband knocks handsome!
I don't know what expression Xing Beiyan will see. She is inexplicably looking forward to it.
Thinking of this, she quickly opened the wechat chat window and asked, "husband, do you play Weibo?"
It took a minute over there to send a word "um", plus a row of accounts And password?
Gu Xi was a little surprised and thought that people like him would not play microblogging.
And this guy doesn't feel uncomfortable thinking he's looking for numbers, right?
She looked up the nickname or the number. She didn't pay attention to it, nor did she have fans. She didn't even have a dynamic. It looks like a new number. Is it just a new application?
The more you think about it, the more likely it is. It's no wonder that the news was just returned one minute late.
Thinking of this, Gu Xi was a little funny. A touch of evil flashed on his face, cut a picture and sent it to him, pretending to question, "what's the matter? There is no news. Is there any secret that I might see deleted? " There was also an unhappy expression in the back.
"No!" Firm and fast two words, almost deliberately sent out the moment, the two words were sent.
The speed of this second is really fast!
She sighed, and could even imagine his taut appearance when sending out these two words.
"Hum, trust you for the time being." She arrogantly returned a sentence, concerned about him.
"Well..." There seems to be a Leng for a while, and finally thousands of words into a word.