Master Lu, Madam is going to crush celebrities again!

Since the announcement of her marriage, Han Shuya's reputation on the Internet has improved a lot. There are black fans who have turned to passers-by and even turned fans. Within a few days, her Weibo has gained hundreds of thousands of fans.

At the request of the company, Han Shuya sent a Weibo to thank them for their support. In an instant, the red dots of comments, likes and retweets were all brushed up.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!"

"New fan, I'm in!!"

"Front row!! Don't grab anyone! Shu Ya, I like you!!"

"The old fan will always support Shu Ya in the future!"

Everyone in the comments claimed to be a fan of Han Shuya, liked her character, praised her acting skills, understood her mood, and expressed their anticipation for her new work.Of course, there are also black fans involved, but fortunately there are not many, and what they say is nothing more than not acknowledging how good her acting skills are, or saying that she doesn't have any stars to work hard at all, and so on, Han Shuya has seen too many of them before. , I didn’t overreact when I saw it at this time, it’s just that no one is perfect, and I can’t be "good" in their eyes.

Han Shuya looked at the comments on her Weibo with mixed feelings in her heart.She didn't expect that she could become popular because of this incident, and it was a lie to say that she was unlucky. No one in the entertainment industry wants to be tepid for a lifetime, and everyone wants to make herself famous after breaking her head, but It's just that some people have the capital to want to be popular but can't be popular, while some people become popular all over the sky because of an unexpected event.

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, she saw the night and the never-ending city under the sky, where every light and every person was noisy inside.There are fans who support her, passers-by who praise her, and black fans who are dissatisfied with her.

They all live in this city, walking under the neon lights, they may still touch each other's toes in the crowd, but no one knows who is who.

People come and go, and there is a lot of traffic.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Zerui hugged Han Shuya from behind, resting his head on his shoulder and talking softly.

"It's nothing, I just feel... a bit unbelievable." Han Shuya sighed, looking sideways at the brilliant neon lights outside the window.

Zhao Zerui was silent, and it took a long time before he opened his mouth and said, "What's so incredible?"

"Look, these people." Han Shuya stretched out her index finger and tapped the glass a few times, "At this time, our affairs are making a lot of noise, so these people are probably my fans, my black fans, and others. Passers-by. Tell me, don’t those who talk on the Internet match up with themselves in real life? They can scold me a few days ago, but these days they praise me on Weibo because of our affairs. Isn't it following the trend too much?"

"Shu Ya. Isn't the reason why online social networking is widely used because of the separation of network cables and screens? These two things in themselves give people a sense of security, making them feel that as long as they don't break the law, they can express their opinions on online platforms. It can be accepted. Therefore, they are compatible." Zhao Zerui looked at Han Shuya's fingertips and said, "Shuya, not everyone is like you and keeps this image forever. Once a person has a fig leaf, You can do whatever you want.”

"What about you?" Han Shuya looked sideways at Zhao Zerui.

"Me? Me too." Zhao Zerui smiled, "Otherwise, how could I fall in love with you? People, I always like people who are different from me and are enviable."

Han Shuya was inexplicably praised by Zhao Zerui, and stared at the shape of this person's mouth, feeling that Zhao Zerui didn't quite understand what he said.

"It's the same with following the wind. As long as you don't do anything unbearable, you just need to find someone to drive the crowd—isn't it a natural talent to follow the wind?" Zhao Zerui said, kissing Han Shuya's shoulder hair strands.

Nothing special happened for the next few days.

As an actor active on the big screens, Han Shuya hardly had any holidays before, and her schedule was always full. She just finished this variety show and was about to take on the next one.At this time, I feel a little uncomfortable when I am free. I use my mobile phone to check Weibo and watch TV series all day long. I can’t find anything else to do.

"Zerui, I want to cook."

On the fifth day of the holiday, Han Shuya was finally free to produce mushrooms.She flipped through the cookbook, planning to try her hand at making a few home-cooked dishes.

Zhao Zerui didn't know what to say for a moment, rather than fearing that Han Shuya would blow up the kitchen or make some dark dishes, it would be better to say that he just had an inexplicable expectation, but he didn't want the expectation to be shattered.

Han Shuya saw Zhao Zerui's thoughts, and planned to give him a reassurance: "I used to be good at craftsmanship, just watch."

After finishing speaking, Han Shuya looked through the refrigerator, took a few dishes and went to the kitchen.Then there was a commotion in the kitchen - among other things, Han Shuya's movements were very neat, and the way she cut vegetables looked like a veteran.

More smoke and gas.Looking at Han Shuya's busy back, Zhao Zerui thought to himself.

In his eyes, he can tolerate everything Han Shuya does, and he can cherish every expression of Han Shuya. Even though this person is almost perfect, he always felt that something was missing before, and now he understands—— The smoke and fire of ordinary people.

The lofty queen has seen it, and the gentle and elegant ladies have also understood it. It seems that it is only this little difference that constitutes "perfection" at this time.

After a while, Han Shuya wiped her hands and came out with a plate of dishes.Zhao Zerui took the steaming dishes from the hands of the person in front of him, put them lightly on the table, and said it was delicious.

"It's been a long time since I cooked, so I forgot." Han Shuya said helplessly, "I'm too busy, I forgot how to do it. Just now I put too much salt in the scrambled eggs with tomatoes, so I shouldn't be able to eat it now."

"It's okay, you are a freshman now, you can cook if you have nothing to do during this time..." Zhao Zerui took a bite of the dish, and his words were a little vague, "It's hot...!"

"Eh?!" Han Shuya hurriedly went to pour water for him, and then smiled happily, "Why do you always brag about the food before eating it? Didn't you see white smoke coming out of this dish?"

Zhao Zerui took a sip of water from the cup, and breathed out with his mouth slightly open, probably because it was really too hot. He listened to Han Shuya's words and said nothing.

Han Shuya was not annoyed, and took advantage of the meeting to go to the kitchen to bring out a few more dishes.

"You, remember to blow while eating." Han Shuya served Zhao Zerui a bowl of rice, "It's too careless."

"Of course I know. This isn't the first time I've eaten your cooking. It's so delicious." Zhao Zerui laughed.

"You can only say good things." Han Shuya also smiled, picked up a chopstick dish for the person in front of her, and tasted it herself and found it not very tasty, "Why are you talking nonsense, it's not delicious."

"It's delicious, why isn't it delicious..." Zhao Zerui was about to continue talking, but was interrupted by a phone call.

He motioned for Han Shuya to eat first, and then answered the phone.

The other party chattered a lot, but Zhao Zerui did not lose his temper and listened carefully to what the other party said until the other party hung up the phone.

"What's wrong?" Han Shuya asked.

Logically speaking, Zhao Zerui didn't have any very important work at this time, but people called home, so it must not be an unimportant job.

"Tomorrow, something good will happen." Zhao Zerui said mysteriously.

After finishing speaking, Zhao Zerui said to Han Shuya not to wait for him, and hurried out of the house.

Until Zhao Zerui went out, Han Shuya didn't say a word, but just ate the dishes she cooked in a daze.The dish was no longer hot, it was just when it was not too cold or too hot to eat, and even the dish that she herself thought was unpalatable, now had some delicious taste.

But Zhao Zerui left.

Han Shuya didn't know what made him so happy, but she also comforted herself privately. The good things Ze Rui said must be very good things.

Han Shuya thought about words to comfort herself, and ate her meal in silence.

Zhao Zerui came back late at night.

When he walked into the room lightly, he found that Han Shuya was not asleep yet, just turning on the small lamp on the bedside table, reading a thick book under the dim light.

He was a little distressed, but also a little happy.

I feel sorry for Han Shuya who developed the habit of going to bed early in order to maintain her figure, but now she is staying up late with the lights on—I am happy and happy that in this place, Han Shuya can stay up late for herself and wait alone with the lamp on look at yourself.

Zhao Zerui walked to the bed as quietly as possible, lifted a corner of the quilt and slipped in carefully.

"Are you back?" Han Shuya closed the book, yawned, and said casually.

"I'm back." Zhao Zerui gently leaned his head on his shoulder, "Why haven't you slept yet?"

"Wait for you. I don't believe you can't see it." Han Shuya muttered in a rare childish manner.

Looking at the cute appearance of the person in front of him, Zhao Zerui raised the corners of his mouth and smiled: "I can see that you have discovered it? Our Shu Ya is so smart?"

"Stop teasing me." Han Shuya frowned and said, "So what have you been doing?"

"It will probably be settled tomorrow, and I will tell you when the time comes." Zhao Zerui understood that Han Shuya's purpose of waiting for him in the middle of the night was nothing more than excess curiosity, so he deliberately put a pass on him to hang him.

"Go to bed early, Shu Ya. You haven't stayed up late for a long time, so you can't bear it all of a sudden." Zhao Zerui put him on the bed and twirled the quilt for him.

Han Shuya was about to speak for herself, but was interrupted by Zhao Zerui.

"I'll tell you tomorrow." Zhao Zerui kissed her on the forehead and said softly, "Good night, Shu Ya."

"Okay, good night." Han Shuya closed her mouth resignedly.

The next day, Zhao Zerui went out very early.

Han Shuya looked at Yu Wen's breakfast on the table and fell silent.

She still wants to know what a good thing is.

Han Shuya opened Weibo, saw that her hot search was still on the list, and clicked in. Looking at the blessings that came out, she was inexplicably relieved.

Han Shuya doesn't need others to say that she and Zhao Zerui are a match made in heaven, what kind of beautiful cp is a crush on each other and finally cultivated into a real fruit, it was created by the company, and in her eyes it is fake.

She doesn't want words mixed with false information, she wants sincere blessings from the people inside—even if they don't know the truth.

Zhao Zerui came back after lunch, he hurried into the house, and hugged Han Shuya around a few times.

"Shu Ya, let's go get a marriage certificate today!" Zhao Zerui's tone was obviously excited.