I Became Popular After Online Dating With A Big Shot.

The moment she heard the words, Xie Qiao choked and her face turned red.

He turned his face away: "Fang He is still waiting for me in front, let's go first."

He turned and walked forward, not noticing that the man behind him looked at his outstretched hand in a gloomy mood, and then slowly held it.

— as if nothing happened.

Xie Qiao boarded the flight to Liuyin. There were three seats on the right side of the passenger plane he was taking. Fang He sat by the window, and he sat in the middle.

Not long after, a man in his early thirties sat next to him. He had wheat-colored skin and a resolute expression. He looked a bit like Lan Meng, but his gestures had an aging air that didn't match his age.

Xie Qiao couldn't help but take another look.

Perhaps his sizing caught the attention of the people around him. The man opened the book in his hand and asked, "Are you traveling to Liuyin?"

"Work."

Xie Qiao realized his presumptuousness, looked away, and sat upright on the seat.

"Work." The man opened the first page of the book, "Then you must not have time to visit the Baima Tower in Liuyin, which is a national 5A-level scenic spot."

"I will go when I have time."

But now Xie Qiao just wants to get the money and return to the border town after filming the advertisement.

"Liuyin is rich in folklore stories, if you are interested, you can take a look." The man looked down at the book.

"Thank you."

Xie Qiao replied politely. What he saw in the man's hand was "Liu Yin's Stories", with a bloody severed hand painted on the cover. The author's pen name was Liu Yin Jushi. He suddenly realized that folk stories were just euphemisms. I mean ghost stories.

He is a timid person, and he will not read anything.

There were still two hours to go to Liuyin, he followed Fang He's example, put on the blindfold, and lay down on the seat to rest.

At ten o'clock in the morning, the plane landed.

As the leading enterprise of Liuyin, Gemei Electric did a good job in entertaining them. Someone picked them up at the airport as soon as they got off the plane, and took them to the car parked outside the airport.

Before Xie Qiao got into the car, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the person sitting next to him at the exit, and that person just happened to look over at him. He nodded slightly and got into the black public.

The man stood where he was, watching the Volkswagen go away.

As a tourist city, Liuyin is close to the border town, and the airport has a huge flow of people. An anxious woman rushed into a taxi and bumped into a man unexpectedly.

The man frowned.

Instead of apologizing, the woman said loudly: "What are you looking at, I can bump into you if you don't block the way?"

She didn't stay long, and went straight away.

What she didn't realize was that a mass of black mollusk had crawled into her sweater.

"Brother, let's go."

Lan Meng, wearing a mask, came to the man.

The man glanced at the woman, then turned to look at Lan Meng: "You've had a hard time filming the show. I'll make boiled fish fillets for you tonight."

The two walked out, and just as they walked out of the airport, Lan Meng suddenly heard a scream from behind.

"Someone is dead!"

Lan Meng's footsteps stopped.

Lan Qi took Lan Meng's hand, and said calmly: "People die every day, there is no need to make a fuss, if you don't leave, all the good fish in the market will be taken away."

Xie Qiao went to the studio to shoot commercials.

How should I put it, Gemei Electric is a long-established company, and the boss is also a middle-aged man in his early fifties. The aesthetics are very hard to describe, and it is completely incomparable with the design sense advertisements of technology companies.

Xie Qiao stood in front of the range hood, holding a frying pan in one hand and a wooden shovel in the other, looking at her yellow plaid apron that was covered in dirt, feeling very complicated.

"Don't be shy, just smile."

The photographer holds up the lens and shoots in front.

Xie Qiao twitched the corners of her mouth, succumbed in front of money, and squeezed out a standard smile, revealing a pair of shallow pear dimples.

"That's right, that's the kind of smile."

"Raise the frying pan in your hand higher."

……

Although the filming process was quite tortuous, Xie Qiao was still shocked when he got the 50 advertising fee, and it really was a number that he would be satisfied with.

Including the 60 rewards from the show, he now has a full [-] in savings.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Sitting in the car on the return journey, his sitting posture was much more casual, and he collapsed on the seat to look at his mobile phone.

What he didn't expect was that the response to his freshly released advertising pictures was not bad.

[Mockingbird] Although the style is a bit rustic, Xie Qiao holding a frying pan is so cute

[Typhoon Shelter] His pear vortex is so cute! Awsl

[Mango Melaleuca] When I think of Xie Qiao cooking in an apron, I feel like ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Xie Qiao couldn't help looking at Fang He: "Did our company buy a navy?"

Fang He shook his head: "If you think too much, our company will only ban the account and delete the post."

Xie Qiao: ...

He came across a post while browsing the comments.

——Have you watched "Liu Yin's Stories"?I suspect that I am involved in a supernatural event.

"Liu Yin Ghost Tales"...

He stopped swiping the screen and clicked into the post.

[Red Bean Double Skin Milk] I started reading this novel last week. The author’s writing style is average. I can’t say how good it is, but I couldn’t stop reading it. I stayed up all night to catch up with the update, and then I found something at home that night. The position of the bed has changed, and there will always be a sound of thump, thump, thump, thump, under the bed... That sound is coming again!

Xie Qiao looked at it furiously at first, but there was a comment with the most likes at the bottom that dispelled his fear.

【Kiwi】? ? ?Isn’t this the plot in the book, a reader of a horror novel encountered a supernatural event at home, is it so hard to push the book now, it frightened me in broad daylight.

I have to say that this was a very successful book post. His lop-eared rabbit, who didn't touch horror novels at all, was also whetted, and clicked on the link of the novel.

This book and the manga he was chasing, "The Little Runaway Man" are actually from the same website, but they are classified differently.

Strange to say, the writing style of "Liu Yin's Stories" was not good, but it seemed to have magical powers, so he read it all the way as soon as he saw it.

The protagonist is a writer of horror novels. He was horrified to find that the novel he wrote seemed to affect his life, and the content of the novel revolved around the supernatural events that happened around the protagonist.

He caught up with the update, and the latest chapter happened to be the content of the forum post. He just wanted to see when it was updated today, but found that the update time stopped four days ago.

The author has not updated for four days.

Xie Qiao: ...

There are also many readers in the comment area asking when it will be updated. The author only left a group number for notification, indicating that the group will be notified of the update as soon as possible.

He easily joined the group.

It's just that the group needs to be reviewed, and his application has not yet passed.

At this moment, the car stopped.

Xie Qiao held the phone and looked out of the car window. When he reached the gate of Yanyuan Community, it was time for him to get off the car.

His mind suddenly remembered what happened at the airport in the morning, and his eyes paused.

Fang He didn't notice Xie Qiao's strangeness. Seeing him playing with his mobile phone all the way, he earnestly urged him.

"You are just starting your career now. Don't think that 50 endorsement fees are enough. Take Lan Meng as an example. He has tens of millions of endorsements. Why can he get tens of millions of endorsement fees? Because he played you The time on the phone is used to study."

Xie Qiao didn't listen to what Fang He was saying at all, but just turned off the phone silently.

Fang He was very relieved to see that Xie Qiao turned off his mobile phone consciously. What is the manager most afraid of? The artist he is most afraid of is not professional.

Although he is currently an assistant in name, he has taken over all the manager's work, and Xie Qiao is also half of the manager.

Just when he wanted to continue to consolidate the effect, the young man suddenly said, "Let's go to the flower shop."

"flower shop?"

A bad premonition suddenly rose in Fang He's heart, it couldn't be what he thought.

The driver turned his head immediately and drove to the flower shop closest to the community.

At the flower shop, Xie Qiao got out of the car.

"Hello, sir, what kind of flowers do you need?" The proprietress of the flower shop immediately greeted her with a smile.

Xie Qiao looked at the dazzling array of flowers in the store. He had never bought flowers in his life, and his understanding of flowers was lacklustre. Many flowers could not be named, but if he bought them for his lover... it should be roses, right?

He understands that nothing in the world is static, and liking has a time limit, and he still thinks so until now.

But Mr. Yu stretched out his hand towards him in the sun, and even though he was timid, he also wanted to hold Mr. Yu's hand firmly.

—Even if he was the only one in the end.

He squeezed his hands tightly.

"Rose."

He replied without hesitation.

Fang He had such an expression as expected, but he could tell that the young man was gentle on the surface but actually had his own ideas. Once he was sure of something, he would not change it easily, which was very similar to Mr. Yu.

He sighed, just hoping it didn't hurt both sides.

"Okay, here are all roses, which one do you like?"

The proprietress pointed to the rows of roses.

Xie Qiao chose the dark purple Louis XIV.

The proprietress helped him tie the roses into a bunch: "Do you need to write a card? We have cards and pens here."

Xie Qiao nodded.

He took the card and the pen, opened the cap of the pen, his hands trembling a little, and wrote three words on the blank card.

--Boy friend.

When he was about to walk out of the flower shop with the bouquet in his arms, the proprietress said: "Actually, in addition to giving flowers to lovers, it is also very popular to give pets now. Do you want to consider raising a pair of cute hamsters? Our flower shop is in the same room with the pet shop next door. Engage in activities."

Xie Qiao's footsteps stopped.

Half an hour later, Xie Qiao walked into the elevator with the bouquet in one hand and the hamster cage in the other.

Before pressing the elevator, he suddenly put down the hamster cage and sent a message nervously.

[Xie Qiao] Mr. Yu, are you home?

After a while, Yu Hansheng replied him.

【Yu Hansheng】in

He took a deep breath, gripped the phone tightly and typed.

[Xie Qiao] I forgot to bring the key, please open the door for me later

The phone vibrated.

[Yu Hansheng] Good

He didn't let go of the breath in his heart, he put away his phone and pressed the elevator.

The elevator door slowly closed.

He picked up the hamster cage again, organized words in his heart, thinking about what he would say when the door opened later.

His heart was pounding, but fortunately a pair of chirping hamsters in the cage eased his tension.

Ding-dong-

The elevator has arrived.

He let out a long breath and walked out of the elevator, walked to the door and knocked lightly.

The knock on the door seemed to ring in his heart, causing him to panic inexplicably.

Not long after, the door opened, and Yu Hansheng's cold face appeared in front of Xie Qiao.

He watched as Yu Hansheng was about to open his mouth, and then his eyes shifted from the man's face to a group of kittens behind him who were struggling to carry their luggage, and asked blankly, "This is it?"

"move place."

Yu Hansheng spoke flatly.

"Are you moving out?"

Xie Qiao's breathing tightened and his heart twitched.