I Became Popular After Online Dating With A Big Shot.

Immediately, someone recognized that it was "Midnight Kitchen" recorded by Xie Qiao. The blogger who posted the picture couldn't help but commented that it was so sweet.

Many passers-by said that it was too late, but the fans below tried to persuade them to delete it.

[Dried Mango] Although I think it's quite delicious, but if you post about CP in super chat, don't you want it?

[Canned Yellow Peach] Feel it, I thank Qiao Wei fans, last time I said I hope Teacher Lan and Xie Qiao will cooperate again, and they were blocked

[Cracked Ice] Group photo before deletion

However, to the surprise of Xie Qiao's fans, not only was this Weibo not deleted, it was also implicitly liked by Xie Qiao's official support club.

There were fans on the spot who opened a trumpet, connoting that the support club had fallen.

[Fans who don’t want to be named] I have no problem with a certain fan club banning CP in Chaohua, but while banning other CPs, are you serious about promoting the CP of the company’s president?oppressive rule

However, after posting this Weibo, this account was blocked. Some people can't help but sigh when the arbitrary rule of the fan club will end, and fans will have a clean and bright cyberspace.

Xie Qiao didn't know what happened in the chat, he took Xiao Lin's hand and walked to the side of the road, when suddenly a black car caught his attention.

——It's Mr. Yu's car.

He looked towards the back row of the car, and the window slowly rolled down, revealing Yu Hansheng's deep-featured face.

The man was still wearing a well-made suit, as if he had just come out of a meeting, and even the dark twill tie was in the same place.

He suddenly remembered the "yes" that Mr. Yu sent him before. He thought it meant knowing the end time of his show, but did it mean agreeing to pick him up?

The heart in his chest jumped suddenly, and he pulled Xiao Lin closer to the car. As soon as he opened the car door, he heard Yu Hansheng's gaze fall on his hand holding Xiao Lin: "How old are you?"

"The age of human beings should be 12 years old." Xie Qiao replied rigorously, if the actual age is too big, he did not expect that Mr. Yu would be curious about Xiao Lin's age.

But he never expected that Mr. Yu's next sentence would be: "I'm 12 years old and I still need someone to hold me."

The man's tone was cold.

Xie Qiao: ...

The mermaid is usually not good at Chinese, but at this moment, she suddenly had an inspiration, understood what Yu Hansheng said, broke free from Xie Qiao's hand, and raised her chin at Yu Hansheng.

"Why are you bullying the child?" Xie Qiao took the mermaid into the car, sat next to Yu Hansheng, and asked jokingly, "Is it possible that you are jealous?"

But his voice fell, and after a while, he heard a faint "hmm".

The lights in the car were not turned on, and Yu Hansheng held his left hand in the dark. He heard his heartbeat resounding in the confined space, but he didn't push it away, and the fingers of the two gradually interlocked.

Xiao Lin, who was sitting in the front row, bit his bowl and suddenly felt that he had been cheated. The Xiangliu was holding Xie Qiao's hand even though he was an adult. Why couldn't he hold it.

When he got home, Xie Qiao prepared a beautiful room for Xiao Lin. The curtains were all pink gauze curtains, but Xiao Lin was obviously not interested in this, and he preferred to stay in the bathtub in the bathroom.

Or the ghost figured out a way. The ghost removed the bed in the room and replaced it with a bathtub full of water.

Kobayashi immediately entered the room, jumped into the bathtub, and his legs melted into gleaming silver fishtails.

Xie Qiao heaved a sigh of relief. He went back to the bedroom and opened his backpack.

He found that the number on the cover of the collection illustrated book had changed.

1500/5000.

He remembered that it was 1062 before, and it was 1500 after absorbing the two corpses. A guess appeared in his mind.

He logged on to the gray mist real-time monitoring network and posted a post on the forum.

[Xie] The strength of each corpse is different. I artificially divide it into five levels. The entry-level strength is below 500, the dessert-level strength is below 1000, the cake-level strength is below 5000, and the top-level strength is above 5000.

He closed the post after he posted it, and there were hundreds of replies within a few minutes of seeing it.

[Groundhog] Corpse classification?This is quite interesting

[Concubine laughs] Group photo in the front row!It is reasonable to suspect that the space cemetery plan promoted by the International Fleet is derived from the last post of the Great God

[Garlic scallops] But besides the strength value, is there any difference between the corpses of different levels?

Xie Qiao didn't see the reply after the post, but opened Weibo.

Food variety shows are indeed very popular, especially when Lan Meng is a guest, the broadcast volume of the show has reached 2000 million, and the number of his Weibo fans has continued to grow, and it has not stopped until it has grown to 50.

Looking at the number of fans, he sent a Weibo with a surge of emotion.

[Xie Qiao] Sincerely recruiting advertising space

The comments below exploded.

[Cold Eggplant] The advertising blogger hammered it

[A lot of fish] Sorry!I have been looking forward to Jojo's 50 fans' testimonials before, I think too much

【Fried Potatoes】Jojo?your number is gone

【Sweet and Sour Spare Ribs】………Your account is gone upstairs

Xie Qiao couldn't help but wonder when he saw the last few comments, what does it mean that your account is gone, and why he can't keep up with his fans' thoughts.

But he didn't think much about it, he was extremely tired after filming the variety show in the middle of the night, and soon went to bed and fell asleep.

The next day he was woken up by cartoons in the living room.

Xie Qiao rubbed his eyes and pushed open the bedroom door. Nini, Xiaoshitou and Xiaolin sat neatly in front of the TV watching cartoons, while the ghost peeled apples for them.

Xie Qiao felt that this was not going to work.

When he passed Yu Hansheng's bedroom, the door was ajar. He knocked on the door but no one answered, he must have gotten up early to go to the office.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Xie Qiao changed his clothes and opened the door. Seeing a black cat and a young man with a scarred face, he said hello: "Hello, this is—"

He knew the black cat, and he looked at the young man with the scarred face.

"Meditation and."

The young man held out his hand.

"Thank you Joe."

When they shook hands, the black cat asked familiarly: "Is the boss not there?"

"He went out." Xie Qiao replied politely, "Do you want to come in and sit down?"

"I won't come in." The black cat handed Xie Qiao the bag in his hand, "The high-quality hair growth agent he ordered from the pet store has arrived, just give it to him for me."

Hair grower!

Bald Rabbit looked calm but took the bag excitedly: "Okay."

Just as Black Cat and Shen Sihe turned to leave, he suddenly remembered something and asked, "By the way, do you know any schools that are suitable for aliens?"

He is usually busy with work, and these little guys at home can only watch anime alone. It would be much better if he could go to school and make friends.

"There is the largest heterogeneous biology school in the south. A group of my nephews and nieces go to school there. If you want to send people to school, I can arrange it." The black cat said straightforwardly.

group……

Xie Qiao didn't know the prototype of the black cat yet, and was shocked by this description, how many people there are in this family.

Just as he was about to ask, he thought deeply and shook his head: "It is not recommended to go now."

"why?"

Black Cat asked suspiciously.

"The southern line of defense will definitely be breached, it's just a matter of time." He mused and spoke softly, but the content of his words was extremely calm, "If we go, we will just die."

"You are defeatism." The black cat was not happy when he heard this. "Even if the research association is down, the gray fog can't be down? Are all human beings as cowardly as you?"

"I didn't say it would definitely fail." Pensively and helplessly, he adjusted his glasses. "Human beings are very fragile, but this race is surprisingly tenacious. As long as the panic does not spread, it will guard the last piece of land."

"Sorry for talking too much."

Contemplating and bowing slightly to Xie Qiao.

Xie Qiao shook his head.

After seeing off the black cat and Shen Sihe, he sat on the sofa and asked the ghost unknowingly: "Do you think there is no way to expel the gray mist?"

The ghost paused, handed him the peeled apple, and said in a low voice, "Yes."

"any solution?"

Xie Qiao straightened his back immediately.

"Build a high platform underground, and use a spirit chain to suppress a monster." The ghost bowed its head respectfully.

murderous thing?

Hearing the ghost's tone, Xie Qiao felt that he should not be able to beat him, but it seemed that he had to honestly beat the corpse.

While eating an apple, he opened Weibo. The Weibo he posted yesterday actually got [-] likes, and he was shocked.

But still no advertiser approached him to advertise.

Xie Qiao collapsed on the sofa again.

But what he didn't expect was that the official blog of an old kitchen appliance liked his Weibo and sent a private message.

[Gemei Electric] Hello, are you interested in representing our company's products?

[Xie Qiao] Is it convenient to know the endorsement fee?

【Gemei Electric】Won't let you down

Xie Qiao clenched the phone tightly, and instantly revived with full blood.

On Friday, he packed his luggage at home and was going to shoot commercials in Huaishui City, where Gemei Electric is located.

Yu Hansheng was also going to the airport, and the two arrived at the airport in the same car.

The car stopped outside the airport, and he and Yu Hansheng got out of the car side by side. After walking a few steps, they were surrounded by several young fans.

"You are... Xie Qiao, right?"

"Can I sign it?"

"I brought your poster."

Xie Qiao was a little surprised. This was the first time he met his fans in his life. He turned to Yu Hansheng and said, "Mr. Yu, you don't have to wait for me, go first."

Yu Hansheng glanced at him and walked forward.

Xie Qiao breathed a sigh of relief, took out a pen, and lowered his head to sign for fans.

In addition to signing his name on the poster, he also carefully wrote words of blessing. He wrote stroke by stroke, and it took him 10 minutes to finish writing the poster.

After the fans dispersed, he raised his head, only to realize that Yu Hansheng had been standing not far away, watching him.

The eyes of the two people collided in the air unexpectedly, and they walked forward with a pen in hand: "Mr. Yu, why haven't you left yet?"

"Wait for you."

Yu Hansheng lowered his eyes.

For some reason, Xie Qiao's heart skipped a beat. Just when he didn't know what to say, he heard a man's indifferent voice: "I want to sign too."

He let out an "ah" and his heart beat fast: "What are you signing?"

Yu Hansheng said calmly: "Boyfriend."

—and held out his hand to him.