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Fang Wei fell asleep dubiously, and when he woke up again, the clock pointed to 06:30 in the morning.Getting up from the bed, the first thing Fang Wei did was to take the computer on the bedside to look at the data.At first, I misread the line, and after searching twice, I didn’t see Jiang Qin’s name. When he noticed that the voting bar chart at the top line had merged with the prompt bar, Fang Wei rubbed his eyes, suspecting that he had counted the wrong votes. unit.

Compared with No.2's [-]-odd votes on the first day, Jiang Qin's [-]-odd votes far exceeded Fang Wei's expectations. What's even more frightening is that after two refreshes, the number of votes increased steadily.The fingers holding the mouse trembled slightly, Fang Wei stared at the screen for a few more seconds, jumped out of bed and trotted to Song Xinheng's bedroom.The door was unlocked, Fang Wei threw off his slippers and stepped on the bed, pushing Song Xinheng who was still sleeping.

"Is this a swipe ticket?" Song Xinheng just opened his eyes when he saw Fang Wei, who was blushing, pushing the laptop in his arms towards his eyes.Song Xinheng was disturbed in his dreams, and he didn't feel upset. He sat up from the bed with his elbows on his elbows, supported the computer with one hand to confirm the link of the list, and let go: "Don't worry, this should not be a ticket."

"I said I will help you, so I will definitely do it." After washing his face in the bathroom, seeing Fang Wei with disheveled hair still holding the computer and following behind him, Song Xinheng took the comb and helped the man smooth his hair Mao: "I posted on Weibo, and fans went to support him." He took the phone, flipped out Weibo and handed it to Fang Wei: "Look for yourself, I'll wash the medicine off my body first. .”

The posting time was last night, roughly after he came out of Fang Wei's room.The soliciting Weibo with as many as [-] exclamation points, compared with Song Xinheng's always indifferent Internet style, looks like a high imitation with a stolen account.But even so weird, there were more than [-] comments in one night. While actively forwarding and liking, a large number of Song Xinheng's fans responded to the call immediately.

"Didn't you say that this poll will last for a week?" Song Xinheng said, "Then I need to post one every day."

Fang Wei stared at the jumping votes like a dream, and after working hours, the increase reached a new peak.If it is said that it is rare for Song Xinheng to post such a canvassing Weibo, the practice of motivating other group members and acquaintances in the circle caused an uproar early in the morning.After a few more hours, the more outrageous trending searches were squeezed into the forefront, making Fang Wei's right eyelid twitch uncontrollably.

"Don't look at it, if you keep staring at it, it will keep going up, and you can't go wrong if you look at it again." Gently took the phone from Fang Wei's hand, Song Xinheng didn't take credit for Yiqi Juechen's votes, but When his eyes fell on the screen of the mobile phone that had not been turned off, the corners of Song Xinheng's mouth twitched. The search record that Fang Wei was browsing was "suspected that Song Xinheng cheated publicly".

I don’t know where I got the material from, it’s obviously a crowded studio, but I only captured the two people in the same frame out of context, the picture is already terribly blurred, and with those whimsical words, it sorts out the relationship between the two. The whole story of the relationship is made up as if it were real.Song Xinheng watched a few paragraphs with a dark face, and when he saw the ambiguous description, he suppressed his anger and turned off the screen.

"Why are they writing nonsense!" He returned the phone to Fang Wei: "You must say that I have an affair with Jiang Qin..."

The previous marketing accounts would definitely not write such articles on Song Xinheng, but since he came out, the media doesn't seem to mind adding a few more charges to him.After all, the two people who didn't seem to have any intersection at first, Song Xinheng suddenly called him passionately at the top of the traffic. If it wasn't because of the long-standing love in his heart, it would be difficult to find a more suitable justification for such behavior.

"Although it is your personal Weibo, you must also consider the impact on the company's public relations." Cancheng was quite annoyed at Song Xinheng's sudden flip of Jiang Qin's behavior: "Even if you want to help others do publicity, you must first report , You can only post it after the company allows it."

But the hair was sent out, and Song Xinheng didn't intend to go back on his word.Although Wink didn't receive group text messages because he blocked Song Xinheng, but due to the active cooperation of other members in the group, he also forwarded the voting channel to join the group.In just one day, the influential digital traffic leaders in the circle all stood up for Jiang Qin, and the number of votes quickly surpassed seven figures, and the momentum of growth has not diminished at all.

The guest list for the concert has not yet been determined, Fang Wei held Song Xinheng's coat in his arms, and waited outside the conference room with Zhou Xiaohui.The discussion inside lasted for more than an hour. Zhou Xiaohui rarely looked depressed. He was sleepy after waiting, so he leaned on Fang Wei's shoulder for a while.Fang Wei studied for a while holding the camera without the lens turned on, and then slowly raised his head when Song Xinheng came out.

"Is it fun?" Song Xinheng took the coat and put it on, pinching Fang Wei's face: "I have some good news for you."

Just a few days later, Jiang Qin's group went to Song Xinheng's company and participated in the compilation of the program as a special guest.Although the opportunity was obtained under the strong recommendation of Song Xinheng, Fang Wei still found it unbelievable.Holding the room-temperature water bottle that was going to be sent to Song Xinheng, he followed Jiang Qin to the door of their rehearsal room without knowing it, and was caught by Song Xinheng when he was peeking through the crack of the door.

"It doesn't matter if you are peeping. It would be bad if it is rumored that I sent it." In order to maintain the enthusiasm of fans to vote, Song Xinheng insisted on helping Jiang Qin to solicit votes every night. It's a powerful and unconstrained style, and the heat is intensifying.After all, I have seen canvassing before, and it is rare to persist in canvassing every day. Song Xinheng said: "My reputation is a bit dangerous now."

"I heard that Jiang Qin's fans are already raising funds to buy us." Born with the potential to attract CP fans, Song Xinheng paid a strange price to please Fang Wei. He asked: "I think many fans have come out The money is gone, have you participated in the fundraising?" Fang Wei turned his head, stared at Song Xinheng's fully recovered face, and watched quietly for a few seconds: "No, you said he has a girlfriend."

Realizing that most of the time he was talking about that unlucky man, Song Xinheng learned a lot. Fang Wei didn't mention the divorce recently, and Song Xinheng didn't bring up the topic of Du Chenghong again.Maybe it's because he has behaved quite calmly recently. Since the day he took the risk and suppressed Fang Wei, the other party has shown no signs of anger. Song Xinheng felt a little itchy and wanted to kiss Fang Wei, but he didn't do it because of the monitoring.

Going home in the evening, Fang Wei got into the car, and Song Xinheng changed the radio in the car to Jiang Qin's songs. Seeing a smile appear on Fang Wei's slightly tired face, Song Xinheng's mood brightened.In the evening, when he went to Fang Wei's room with the ointment, the other party was pinching the medicine bottle and had no way to do it. He just reached out and lifted the edge of Song Xinheng's shorts, and the skin under his palm also returned to an even color.

"It's completely unnecessary." He made a fair assessment: "You don't need to apply medicine to sleep tonight."

Song Xinheng hummed, but still stood where he was, without moving his position.Fang Wei didn't know what he was struggling with here, so he went to bed and pulled the quilt to sleep.Just as the lights were about to be turned off, the doorbell rang unexpectedly. Song Xinheng still stood still, not knowing who was downstairs. Fang Wei was disturbed by the rapid ringing of the bell, and planned to go downstairs to see by himself, but was gently pulled by Song Xinheng up.

Even in the dark, he knew what would happen next. Fang Wei suddenly panicked and shrank back, but he didn't avoid Song Xinheng's kiss. He wondered if the person in front of him was deaf. When Song Xinheng posted it again, Fang Wei Wei pushed him away mercilessly, and went to the door in pajama pants. Through the video, when Fang Wei froze in place, he was embraced by Song Xinheng who was approaching behind him.

"Let go first," Song Xinheng let go of his hand obediently, and turned the man around with this shoulder, only to find that Fang Wei's face turned pale.He tugged on Song Xinheng's sleeve, pointed to the serious face on the display screen: "I... my father came to look for me."