heart arsonist

"All the media companies present have greeted me well, and only the processed photos will be made public."

"Although I said so, it does not rule out that someone will violate the agreement and announce Fang Wei's face." As soon as the press conference was over, Cancheng was busy processing information on various websites. The pictures of the scene have been updated, most of Fang Wei's faces in the news can't be seen clearly, and if there are full faces in the scan, Chancheng promptly contacted the public relations personnel to deal with it.

"Once the first batch is leaked out and saved by netizens, we will be powerless when it spreads exponentially." Similar incidents have happened many times before, and Cancheng, who was so busy that his hands and feet were tied up, did not forget to turn his head to comfort Fang Wei: " If so, is it okay?"

Probably it is important, because I don't know how much people around me pay attention to this matter, and Fang Wei can't predict to what extent his peaceful life will be affected after his identity is exposed. In the end, he just said: " I should be fine."

He is really a talkative person. When he was busy until nine o'clock in the evening, he went downstairs to help everyone make supper.

The expensive vegetables in the refrigerator finally came in handy. Fang Wei couldn't handle those tedious tasks, but he was very comfortable with logistics.In just 10 minutes, pasta for four people has been prepared, along with a pot of cod porridge suitable for digestion.

"Do you think those paparazzi can come home with you?" Cancheng, who finally had a chance to catch his breath, smelled the aroma from downstairs, and his tense nerves relaxed a little. Thinking of the paparazzi in the grass of the company, he poked He poked Song Xinshu who was typing on the keyboard next to him.

"I'm a professional in this area." Song Xinshu glanced at him: "Please don't doubt my professionalism casually."

As the name suggests, Song Xinshu is a person who can give others a sense of security. Regardless of his appearance and personality, whether he majored in network security or majored in university, before being hired by Song Xinheng to become a full-time driver, his main job was network security management, and his side job was Dangdang hacker.

"He said that if there is no one, then naturally there will be no. Xiaoshu is amazing. I haven't noticed that he has been followed since he came here." Song Xinheng who was playing the game silently at the side didn't know how many rounds he lost, and threw the game console. Participate in the topic of two people around you.Compared with those never-ending public relations work, he now wants Song Xinshu to free up his hand to help him refresh his game record.

"Is it necessary to do so much? Anyway, now everyone knows that I'm married."

"I know it all. I have received new blessings in the email one after another, but if you think it's too late to stop here, you are too irresponsible as an artist. Anyway, think about those who sent you to debut and hold you up until today." Fans, if you don't feel ashamed, you should be grateful anyway." Chancheng got up to turn off the game console, and threw Song Xinheng's charged phone over.

"Don't be idle, you are the one who made a fuss, post it on Weibo now, and forward your new email to me."

"How can an agent send an artist to work?" Song Xinheng made a condition: "If I post it, can I eat potato chips?"

Even though he deliberately raised his voice, Chancheng was not in the mood to talk to this unreasonable artist. Although he is still in the front line, the response to this matter is too enthusiastic. It will directly fall to the [-]th line of life and death.After a few seconds of confrontation, Song Xinheng shrugged and picked up the cell phone buckled on the carpet.

When Fang Wei came up with the food, Song Xinshu only typed a word, and then he was attracted by the large bag of potato chips.

"Is it for me?" Song Xinheng's eyes were bright, and the posture of sitting cross-legged on the carpet casually was indeed a visual enjoyment for the onlookers.Fang Wei, who was being stared at, was at a loss for a while, and nodded quickly under the gaze of the other party.

Two copies of pasta were given to Song Xinshu and Cancheng. Fang Wei grabbed a corner of the plastic bag and handed it to Song Xinheng.

"You are really kind to him. Idols can't... Oh, forget it, anyway, you are not an idol now, let's eat."

When Fang Wei rushed downstairs to bring up the remaining two servings, Song Xinheng's smile became warm because he had eaten what he wanted, and he lost the sense of standard during the day. very happy.Infected by this emotion, Fang Wei also had an appetite. He sat at the small table and ate his portion quietly, seeing potato chips scattered around the floor from time to time.

Probably it was Fang Wei's manner of eating that pleased Song Xinheng. He glanced at his phone and chatted with Fang Wei.

"Speaking of which, you were in my support club before?"

Realizing that he was talking to himself, Fang Wei froze for a moment, then nodded.

"I don't know much about the support club, but I think there will be groups in it and they will do different things. It feels quite interesting." From Song Xinheng's perspective, Fang Wei with a stiff wrist is also very interesting: "What are you doing?" Group? What do you do?"

"The pitching team... and the copywriting team." Fang Wei tried his best to maintain a stable voice: "Occasionally provide some raw pictures..."

Although I don't understand what it means to be in the voting group, and I don't really understand the meaning of Shengtu.Song Xinheng's expression changed when he heard the word copy, as if he had discovered some treasure, he pulled out that slender hand from the bag of potato chips.Under the watchful eyes of Song Xinshu and Cancheng, the top trafficker pressed his lips tightly to hold back a smile, and beckoned to Fang Wei to signal him to come over.

After Fang Wei hesitated, he went over and watched Song Xinheng hand the phone to himself with that slick hand.

"The copywriting team should be able to write well, and I remembered, you are not from the Chinese Department, you are still from that famous school." Complacent with his insight, Song Xinheng showed his greasy right hand to Fang Wei: "Talent should not be wasted, Weibo will be handed over to you."

What happened afterwards was like a dream, Fang Wei not only touched the idol's phone, but also unlocked it and opened the app.With a copy that doesn't even have a picture, and the person you like is right in front of you, no matter how good Fang Wei is, he won't be able to get it for a while.As if seeing his embarrassment, Song Xinheng didn't mean to embarrass him: "If the copy needs to be accompanied by a picture, then take a picture first, and take a selfie."

The beautifully designed ring, worn on Song Xinheng's perfect finger during the day, is comparable to the close-up picture of the advertisement of a top jewelry store, attracting attention.But at this moment, the frosted ring body became shiny, with the sweet smell of cheese grilled potato chips.

The ring was changed to the other hand, Fang Wei turned on the camera function, and switched to selfie mode under Song Xinheng's opinion.

Because Fang Wei took the potato chips for himself, Song Xinheng rarely took the initiative to post them, and motioned to Fang Wei to find a suitable angle. When Fang Wei sat down stiffly, Song Xinheng smiled at the camera and thoughtfully put Fang Wei on the ring. His hand was straightened.

Song Xinheng and Yan Zheng look good no matter how they are taken, but it is a pity that only one of them is worthy of taking several photos.

"Just this one." Song Xinheng handed the phone to Fang Wei with satisfaction: "Give yourself a code, and you can write the copy as you like."

Fang Wei clicked on the photo, and his smile was indeed a bit stiff, but it doesn't matter whether it is stiff or not, it will be covered by the code anyway.With such a mood, I quickly processed the photo. On the screen, the ring-wearing hands of the two people match very well.

The copy was deleted, deleted, and written, and it took a long time to type it out. Song Xinheng leaned over to look at the screen, and then looked at the talented student in front of him.

"Is it difficult to write?" He looked at Fang Wei thoughtfully, and said, "The opportunity is rare, you can write anything."

When Fang Wei finally edited it, Song Xinheng asked him to post it without even reading it, but Chancheng read it after hearing the prompt tone. Except for the picture of the show ring, the text part only had a sentence of thank you, plus a A small red heart.

"It's very simple." Song Xinheng glanced at Cancheng's urging: "But...it feels okay, thanks for your hard work."

Fang Wei, who was praised, didn't finish the pasta, so he put away the bowl and went downstairs to get the hot porridge. When the porridge was served again, Song Xinheng waved at him again.That kind of smile is too extravagant, Fang Wei always feels that his heart will miss a beat when he takes a look at it.

"The mail is also handed over to you. You take it and type it in, and then forward it to Chancheng." Song Xinheng, who didn't intend to wash his hands, scooped up the porridge and drank it. The feeling of the warm liquid passing across his throat was very pleasant. Fang Wei responded, Carefully dictate the email password into the blank.

A large number of emails have poured into the inbox all afternoon, some of which are text blessings and video blessings.

Song Xinheng has cooperated with many people in the circle, and there are many names that Fang Wei is familiar with among the senders.Afraid of accidentally deleting the wrong one, Fang Wei carefully checked the newly sent email, and when he was about to press the confirm button, a prompt box popped up in the mailbox for the new email.

It was Wink's email, and when it was forwarded to Chancheng, Fang Wei didn't see the surprise that flashed across his manager's face.

Unread emails are placed in the mailbox, and no one is qualified to open them except Song Xinheng and Chancheng.

Fang Wei was a little curious, if Yan Baifeng would go to the wedding, did Wink from the same group also receive the invitation?

But it's just thinking about it, after all, if you express your desire to have Wink come, you're taking yourself too seriously.