Mr. President, block me [Entertainment]

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Ms. Zhang was surprised.

"Mengmeng, come in."

"Mrs. Song, this girl is called Gu Mengmeng. She is the little flower whom Mr. Song is currently focusing on cultivating. She is very down-to-earth and practical, not impetuous at all."

Gu Mengmeng walked up to Ms. Zhang and greeted her, "Hello, Auntie, my name is Gu Mengmeng."

"It's so cute, our Xiao Shui has a good eye."

Ms. Zhang looked at the little girl and moved her lips when she came in. She seemed to want to say something, but she didn't say anything. Instead, she picked up the fruit knife and pear on the bed, "I'll peel a pear for you to eat." Bar."

Then she went to the bathroom to wash her hands and the pears, and when she came back she started peeling them.

Her expression was too focused, she only had Lizi in her eyes, so that the three women stopped talking, and they only had her in their eyes.

"Madam Song, let's go."

"The two of them will talk about work soon." Tang Yun walked out with Ms. Zhang.

Ms. Zhang turned her head every step of the way, and took a few extra glances at Gu Mengmeng, who was busy peeling pears.

She said to Tang Yun: "This child is a bit like a person, but I can't remember it for a while..."

When she got out of the hospital, she suddenly said: "Oh, I remembered! Her behavior and demeanor just now are like Xiaoshui's father when he was young. I was also sick at that time, and his father was also so humble. With his head down, he peeled off the peel one by one, as if he and that fruit were the only ones left in the world..."

She praised: "This girl is so calm, she will definitely do something in the future, and if Xiaoshui signs her, good things will definitely happen."

Tang Yun said with a smile: "I think so too, Mrs. Song, let us wait a little longer, maybe there will be more than one good thing, and there will be double happiness."

In the ward, Gu Mengmeng had already peeled the pear, she handed it to Song Zhishui, "Eat it."

"How was the set today?"

Song Zhishui took it and asked her.

She felt like an old mother who cared about her daughter.

"It's not bad, because Ouyang Xue and I are two different routes, and we can't meet each other until the middle and late stages of the script. Therefore, I didn't meet her in the early stage, and I felt more comfortable acting. The director of group A didn't care much. stuck me."

Gu Mengmeng replied.

She felt very much like a husband coming home from work, waiting for his wife to ask.

Speaking of Ouyang Xue now, for some reason, perhaps because of the conversation with Gu Mengmeng, Song Zhishui now thinks of this person, and feels less sad than before.

Song Zhishui took a bite of a pear, it wasn't in season and it wasn't sweet enough.

She looked at Gu Mengmeng a few more times, and when she ate it again, the taste of the pear was much sweeter than the first bite.

She didn't dare to eat more, because pears are cold in nature, after putting them down, she said to Gu Mengmeng: "Don't you want to hear the story? I'll read it to you now."

Gu Mengmeng nodded, sat down on the chair, watched Song Zhishui spread out the "Little Prince", and began to read the words in it for her.

Song Zhishui's voice softened, and in the afterglow of the setting sun, he told her a story about a protagonist who met an alien in the desert.

While listening, Gu Mengmeng felt that when she first came to Blue Star, the little prince was a bit like her. For example, the hero met him in the desert, and Song Zhishui met her on the cruise ship.

But the little prince was worse than her. After all, there were at least five people who could live together on her planet, but he was left with himself.

She wanted to continue listening, but maybe she was too tired recently, her eyelids began to sink, and gradually, her head hit the chair and fell asleep like this.

Song Zhishui put down the book, stretched out his hands to hold Gu Mengmeng's arms, and lightly made her lean back from the position of lying on the bed.

"Thanks for your hard work."

She touched the girl's head and covered her with a thin quilt. She remembered that the makeup photos of "Princess Xueyang" should be posted, so she turned on her phone and found the official Weibo account. It's the photo of the heroine Ouyang Xue, and the last one is Gu Mengmeng's.

The first three photos made Song Zhishui's eyes darken slightly: Ouyang Xue is indeed too eye-catching now, and she is worried that Gu Mengmeng, who is acting together, will not be able to bear the light of the other party.

But when she turned to the last photo, her eyes lit up: what a charming and domineering little princess.

The rose on the side bun is simply the finishing touch, vividly showing the character of this little princess.

She flipped through the comments, and nine of the top ten hot comments were occupied by Ouyang Xue's fans, who kept on being nympho and farting rainbows at Ouyang Xue's stills. She searched for a long time before she saw a passerby commented:

"Let's just say weakly, I think Xiyao is very beautiful and cute, and I think this casting is very suitable..."

There are only 34 likes next to it.

But the buildings are full of Ouyang Xue's fans, ask this passerby to popularize who Gu Mengmeng is and how her company bullied Ouyang Xue, because it is a very bad company on the water side, so Gu Mengmeng is not a big deal good man!

The key is that a passer-by said in the comments at the end: Thank you for popularizing the science, I have become a fan of Ouyang Xue and a black fan of Gu Mengmeng. From then on, I will stay away from Zaishuifang and Gu Mengmeng.

Take a deep breath.

Song Zhishui didn't want to argue with these little fans, but after thinking about it, she felt angry. She was so angry that she simply registered a new account, and the name was "Gu Mengmeng's Fierce Old Mother".

Starting today, she vowed to be Gu Mengmeng's big fan and make more and more people like her.

Things like rainbow farts...

she will too!

Just do it, she immediately forwarded this Weibo, and commented:

Gu Mengmeng's irascible old mother: My God! Does Gu Mengmeng's beauty really exist? What kind of beautiful angel has descended to the world? From the first time I saw your stills, Gu Mengmeng, I just fell in love with you, I want to become a fan of you, I will grow up with you [email protected] Gu Mengmeng[心][心][心]

Soon, her Weibo was besieged by Ouyang Xue's fans, and many people were earnestly popularizing the "black material" on the water side, so that she would not turn to Gu Mengmeng.

Song Zhishui was watching it furiously, and suddenly a sentence popped up in the comments: "You say you won't let you like it, why are you so overbearing? Do you know that it's easy to cook and attract black people? Touch the bloggers and don't be discouraged, I am I used to be a passer-by fan of Mengmeng's variety show, and I liked her stills very much. Now I am a real fan of this group of fans of Ouyang Xue. Come on, Mengmeng doesn't have many fans now. We must work together and draw our swords. , you elementary school chickens!"

Very well said.

Song Zhishui looked at it, his heart was also stained with enthusiasm, and he couldn't help but follow the comment and said: "Draw your sword, elementary school chickens!"

"What did you say?"

Gu Mengmeng just woke up, and seemed to hear Song Zhishui swearing in a daze, so she rubbed her eyes and wanted to confirm again in disbelief.

Song Zhishui: "..." The human design can't be broken, can't be broken, she is a cool and cold domineering president.

"I mean."

Song Zhishui put down the phone pretending to be calm, and said to her: "Mengmeng, after I left your house, I went to the Internet to check if there was a toy like the screaming goose, but I couldn't find it. I think the big goose touched it. It feels very comfortable in the hand, so can you bring the screaming goose over and let me play with it?"

Gu Mengmeng: "..." It's over, Ling Linsi's life may be buried in Song Zhishui's hands.

"I'll go back and look for it."

She got up, "I'll come see you tomorrow, let's go first."

On the way, Gu Mengmeng was thinking about how to persuade Ling Linsi to let him be sent to the hospital obediently and let Song Zhishui "play".