The daily life of the popular celebrity ex

After Zhu Jun finished speaking, he turned around, but was stunned.

He saw An Rui who shouldn't be here, standing less than five meters away from him, watching him quietly.

An Rui was wearing a long coat, and the snowflakes on the scarf on his chest had melted, as if he had been standing there for a long time.

"Why, you don't want to talk when you see me?" An Rui broke the weird silence without showing any smile.

"When did you get here? How did you come here?"

"Before your conversation starts, I want to come to see you and discuss the details of the contract with Mr. Shao Dong by the way." An Rui answered every question from Zhu Jun, and added an extra sentence, "Mr. Shao has already seen me Yes, but he doesn't seem to want to remind you."

"..."

Zhu Jun hasn't encountered such an embarrassing situation for a long time, and he even blamed Shao Dong a bit.

"He told you in front of me, I love you."

"He was just joking," Zhu Jun had to explain, "We were just chatting about the past."

"What if I'm not joking?" Shao Dong put his hand on Zhu Jun's shoulder naturally, and he looked at An Rui, who was younger than him, "You know, I really want to marry Zhu Jun. "

"He refused."

An Rui took a step forward and quickly walked in front of Zhu Jun. He raised his hand, touched Zhu Jun's cheek, and asked almost reverently, "Can I kiss you?"

"No," Zhu Jun pulled An Rui's and Zhu Jun's hands off directly, "If you want to act, you can form a team to act with each other. It happens that one is on the top and the other is on the bottom. It's quite a match."

"Your joke is really sad."

An Rui's voice was very soft, but enough for Zhu Jun to hear.

"It's not as deep as your routines. Is it a bit wrong for the two of you to sing together and pester me?" Zhu Jun simply picked up the words and said, "You guys are quite disrespectful."

"I didn't invite An Rui over this time." Shao Dong explained.

"I saw the hot search, thought about it, and followed it directly." An Rui continued to explain.

Zhu Jun was too lazy to tangle with them, so he quickened his pace and left the place. Fortunately, neither of these two people tried to stop him.

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Shaodong’s house is very big, it’s not so much a villa, it’s more like a group of villas, Zhu Jun chose a relatively remote room, connected his mobile phone to WIFI, and prepared to play games for a while, but today’s luck is not good, he entered The arena actually lost ten times in a row, and the ranking dropped by two tiers.Zhu Jun sighed, not going to continue the game, his fingers slid across the software, and finally clicked on Weibo, expecting to see some interesting things.

Since the Qinglang event, the hot searches on Weibo have become lifeless. Netizens from all walks of life can’t even eat melons. Zhu Jun went around and couldn’t find anything interesting. He was about to quit when he suddenly saw that he hadn’t seen it for a long time. Click on the Aite Reminder.

Zhu Jun did ten seconds of mental construction, clicked on Aite’s reminder, and found that it was not Aite who scolded him, but a group of CP fans who made Zhu Jun’s related fan pictures, comic strips and handwritten videos , Zhu Jun looked at it a few times, and was barely relieved-at least no one wrote Xiaohuang Wen Aite, so he went to read it.

Zhu Jun is not very interested in his and An Rui's fan works. Even though the fans are very careful in the production, Zhu Jun is very clear that these works are aimed at CP fans, and Zhu Jun is not their audience.

He flicked the interface casually, and suddenly saw a slightly different Weibo: "Am I the only one who is pessimistic? Zhu Jun doesn't seem to like An Rui at all. I think An Rui is wasting his efforts in vain."

Zhu Jun wanted to like it a little bit, but it was easy to like it, and it was easier to get on the trending search, so he withdrew his eager hand and was about to quit Weibo.

The shortcut key of Zhu Jun's phone is to slide up and down to exit. His fingers pressed a little harder today. When he realized it, the interface had already prompted four big characters "Forwarded successfully".

—His hand slipped.

Zhu Jun hastily switched to his home page and deleted the reposted Weibo, but his speed was still a bit slower. A few minutes later, he found #祝君尾改# in the hot search pool of Weibo After clicking on the topic, I found that the major marketing accounts are actively building teams. It seems that they want to heat this topic to the main list and make a wave of hot searches.

Zhu Jun rubbed his eyebrows, called Wang Qin directly, briefly explained the situation, and finally apologized, Wang Qin was silent for a moment, and said: "It's up to An Rui to make up his mind, hasn't An Rui already looked for you? "

"I don't want to see him." Zhu Jun didn't ask how Wang Qin knew about An Rui's activities. Either An Rui had informed her, or An Rui's illegitimate son had sent her a message, and those were the only two possibilities.

"Then I'll give him a call."

"Well, I'm sorry, thank you."

Wang Qin hung up the phone, Zhu Jun hesitated for a moment, and then opened Weibo, and then found that #祝君手跑# was on the trending search, clicked on it, and An Rui's fans and An Rui's hackers Fans are arguing.

The sunny event made the fans "calm" for a long time, but there was no way to vent the pent-up anger in their hearts. This hot search, like sparks thrown into a gasoline barrel, instantly produced an explosion effect. Unable to hold back, he rushed forward and started arguing.

Rational big fans saw that the situation was not right and came to persuade the fight, but the small fans couldn't control it at all, and they couldn't bear to listen to people's preaching and commanding.

Zhu Jun quit Weibo repeatedly, and reopened Weibo. He knew that not saying a word at the moment was the best way to deal with it, but in the final analysis, this incident was caused by his hand slipping. Restless, as if returning to the past days.

"Bang, bang, bang."

There was a sudden knock on the door.

"Who?"

"Me." An Rui called from outside the door.

"What's the matter with you?"

"To solve the problem with you, isn't there another hot search?"

Zhu Jun wiped his face, got out of bed, went to the door and opened it, but An Rui didn't intend to go in.

He raised his mobile phone and showed Zhu Jun the interface of the mobile phone.

"The problem is solved."

What is displayed on the phone is Anrui's Weibo interface, and the latest Weibo was posted just now.

"That Weibo was reposted accidentally, Zhu Jun and I were having dinner together."