After the live broadcast broke the news, I became popular [entertainment circle]

Weiwei chased after the star, and it was Jian Cong, the star who had quit halfway, which none of them thought of.

At the dining table, Fang Lu's complexion finally fell to the bottom, heading towards the lowest peak since today.

Compared with Fang Lu's flamboyant and sassy mature woman route, Weiwei's temperament is more artistic.

Spotless is like a small town girl wearing a white dress and walking barefoot in the wilderness. It has a large-scale texture, so it is favored by several well-known directors.

This time, the scene she and Yu Changmu played under Li Haibo was about a murderer.

At the beginning of the film, the male protagonist played by Yu Changmu kills someone in the woods in front of all the audience. The female protagonist played by Weiwei who works as a kindergarten teacher in a nearby kindergarten happens to pass by and see.

Yu Changmu was wearing a hat and mask, covering his whole body tightly. Whenever he saw Weiwei, he ran after him.

Weiwei's reaction was also quick, and he jumped into the path he was familiar with in three or two steps, and the cat went to the small hole in the dirt slope that he found when playing hide-and-seek as a child.

Yu Changmu was holding the knife in his hand, the tip of the knife was dripping blood, and step by step it creaked in the dead leaves covered with vines, but it was actually hovering over Weiwei's head.

Holding her breath, Weiwei calmly took out her phone and set it to mute. The accessories on the bag that would make noise were also carefully untied from the ropes and hidden in the dark brown wet soil under her feet.

The whole process was orderly, and there was not much panic on the plain face.

Yu Changmu searched around, but couldn't find any clues, so he decided to drag the corpse and find a place to bury it temporarily.

The hole where Weiwei hides is very narrow, with dense branches and leaves. She has to curl up and squat on the ground to be accommodated. The pure white dress was stained by the mud early on.

When Yu Changmu dragged the corpse along, Weiwei could only see the position of Yu Changmu's knee.

But the dead eyes of the corpse happened to be at the same level as her, and passed by her eyes rustlingly, and they were about to disappear together with the truth under the witness of Weiwei.

But Yu Changmu shoveled down a few shovels of soil at the place he had carefully selected, only to find that this place had already been spotted by others—another corpse was buried.

Judging by the degree of corrosion, the day before and after the murder with him will not exceed one month.

This is where the story unfolds.

Next, every time Yu Changmu killed someone, another corpse would be found near the scene.

While covering up his crime, he wanted to secretly kill the former witness Weiwei, while looking for the murderer for the corpses that appeared at the place where he killed for unknown reasons.

In the end, the ending turned around, revealing that the other serial killer was none other than Weiwei.

This is a secret that concerns their entire county.

And what is suitable for this amazing reversal of the story is probably Weiwei's appearance and temperament.

She is about the same age as Fang Lu, married long ago, with seven or eight-year-old children, but her body and face are still 20 years old, and her eyes always have the vitality of a girl.

Right now Weiwei is dragging the suitcase, and when she sees Jian Cong eating at the dining table, she quickly takes out a pen and a small signature plate from her satchel, looks forward to someone with her clear eyes and asks: "Can Jian Bao help me?" Sign it?"

At that time, Jian Cong still had unfinished lamb chops in his mouth, and he was stunned when he heard her say "Jian Bao".

The people in the two crews around were also completely dumbfounded.

Liu Sijian, who was still carrying the camera, poked his back with one hand, and Jian Cong regained consciousness as if electrified.

He hurriedly put down his bones under the eyes of everyone, got up and took a toilet paper from the side to wipe his mouth: "Are you sure I didn't recognize the wrong person? There is still a gap between myself and "Age of Pi"..."

As Jian Cong said, he stretched out his hand to pick up the signature version, but felt oily in his hands, and was looking left and right, Weiwei took out the wet tissue again from his satchel with great consideration, and said firmly: "How can you admit your mistake, your voice is exactly the same, I am You fans."

Jian Cong was flattered, took the wet wipes with both hands, and almost bowed to her, and said repeatedly: "Thank you, I really didn't expect that I could have a living fan, or Wei..."

Jian Cong suddenly remembered something in the middle of speaking, turned around and glanced at everyone, and understood: "You are not trying to trick me, are you? I want to see my reaction when I find out that Weiwei is my fan?"

Apparently it wasn't just Zhang Sinan, he also felt that the skyrocketing data on his Weibo every day was unreal.

I don't really feel that I have fans at all, it's just like meeting a lot of new netizens.

But Weiwei was anxious and angry: "No! I'm really your fan, you should be more confident! You can sing very well!"

Jian Cong still didn't quite believe it, and took the signed version in his hand, but his eyes were still full of hesitation: "Then sister, do you remember my rating on the first stage?"

Weiwei: "Of course, I remember all your stage ratings! Except that you were given a B at the beginning because you didn't dance well enough, and then you got an A all the time. In the end, they also made you withdraw from the competition. I almost died of anger."

The people around were stunned for a while, Li Haibo asked the people next to him in a low voice: "Explosion-proof...what do you mean?"

"It seems to be a saying in their variety show. The program team found that Jian Cong might explode, and let him retire in advance to kill him in the cradle or something, so as not to take up other people's debut." Without saying the word, "Miss Weiwei is really a fan of Jian Cong..."

Jian Cong was finally persuaded.

It's really that the eyes of Weiwei fans are too naked|naked. Since she walked in here, the two eyeballs have only stuck to Jian Cong's face, and she has never looked at anyone else.

Jian Cong really felt that she saw light in her eyes.

So he thanked him again and again, and was rarely flustered and at a loss: "What do you usually write about this kind of thing, I haven't written it before."

Weiwei laughed and said, "You can write anything, just write 'To Weiwei' and sign your name!"

"Oh, then I'll write more this time, maybe I won't have the chance in the future." Jian Congyang teased himself with his pen on his lips, "Then write 'To Sister Weiwei Moviequeenforever'."

Forever queen.

"Okay, okay!"

Weiwei blushed with joy, she was no different from a seventeen or eighteen-year-old star chasing girl, and she didn't see the airs of success at all.

Jian Cong lifted the pen cap with one hand, held the whiteboard hanging like that, and lowered his head to write on the signature pad.

What Weiwei prepared for him was a paint pen, and the golden handwriting with glitter was beautiful on the whiteboard.

Mustache felt that his signing was a bit casual, and wanted to ask whether he should sit down and write on the table.

As a result, as soon as Jian Cong wrote the first word, everyone was shocked again.

Liu Sijian had been prepared for a long time, and took the time to set up a close-up.

"Xiao Jian, your handwriting is so beautiful!" Li Haibo was the first one who couldn't help it. Now he just looks at the baby lump he picked up and the more he looks at it, the more he likes it.

Linge got close to Jian Cong, and saw that he could write beautifully with ease, his eyes were straightened: "Brother, have you ever learned it..."

Regarding how amazing Jian Cong's words are, Yu Changmu should be the one with the deepest understanding among them.

In the past at University A, Jian Cong often forgot to bring his notebook to class, and would use it every now and then.

After using the two people's notes, they got mixed up. The first three or five pages were still Jian Cong's professional courses, but after turning the next three or five pages, they returned to Yu Changmu's professional courses.

Even if it is anonymously thrown into the font library, Yu Changmu can recognize it at a glance.

Jian Cong's handwriting is different from his obedient and cute face, and obviously follows his irritable temper. Only the frame of the font remains unchanged, and all the other strokes are free and easy.

There are many personal preferences and understandings in the regular atmosphere, and the stroke order is often different from the general ones.

The only thing that remains the same is the arrogance and self-confidence hidden in the bones, each of them is a vivid "little Jane Cong", vividly on the paper.

At first, Jiang Fangxie was quite envious of Jian Cong being liked by Weiwei, but now his attention was diverted instantly, and he asked jokingly, "Little Jane, what is the background of your family, let us know."

"What kind of background, if the handwriting is good, the family conditions are good enough." Jian Cong turned around and pretended to be stupid, and returned the "To" to Weiwei with a few strokes, "Sister, do you think this is okay? If If you are not satisfied, I will give it to you later..."

Vivi: "Can I hug you?"

Jian Cong was surprised: "Huh?"

Looking at the handwriting on the signature plate, Weiwei was so pleasantly surprised that she asked more cautiously: "Can I just hug you gently, I like your singing so much."

Jian Cong's scalp was numb at the time, how could his face be begged by such a big man, he subconsciously looked across the table.

Sure enough, Fang Lu almost wrote "I saw a ghost" and "People I hate, they really like to play with people I hate" written on her face.

The scene was stalemate, and Jiang Fangxie couldn't stand it at first: "Can you do it, if you can't, let me replace you!"

"No." Jian Cong licked his lower lip and scratched the back of his head, "How about Sister Weiwei, let me hug you, I can't bear it if you hug me."

Although it was only a small sequence change, Weiwei covered her mouth with joy: "Really!"

Jian Cong nodded: "Really, really."

Then when he stretched his arms to embrace him, he clenched his fists and retracted his cuffs without any trace, only letting his arms touch Weiwei.

Liu Sijian signaled another photographer to take a close-up from behind.

After the show was broadcast, this detail was selected as a standard enhanced version of the gentlemen's hug. Naturally and unpretentiously, it was sampled for all male stars.

Linge has been in a daze since he saw Jian Cong's good handwriting.

Seeing Jian Cong being liked and hugged by Weiwei now, the envy in his eyes is almost overflowing.

They are obviously from the same company, they also sing well, and they also participate in a variety show.

Everyone dies.

Nan Jieqi said that he didn't have the life of Hong, maybe he was right, he should have given up this spot at that time...

But after Weiwei hugged and let go, he suddenly muttered: "Your smell is similar to Xiao Yu."

Jian Cong was stunned for a moment: "What's the smell? I didn't wear perfume."

"It's not perfume, it's deodorant."

As a senior perfume lover, Weiwei is very sure about her nose, so she leaned closer to Jian Cong and sniffed it carefully, and exclaimed: "Really, you two smell exactly the same! I even praised Xiao Yu when we were filming. He smells good."

After the words fell, all eyes on the scene were focused on Jian Cong and Yu Changmu.

Weiwei didn't know that these two were classmates before, but they knew it.

Jian Cong looked at Yu Changmu for a moment with disbelief and incomprehension, as if he wanted an explanation.

He really didn't pay attention to it these days, and there was no condition for him to pay attention.

He only remembered that Yu Changmu used to praise him often before, especially on the bed, and always hugged him and never let go.

And Ringe, who had eavesdropped on the corner of the two, felt a thump in his heart. Between good friends... can it be so good that the body smells the same?

The screenwriter who has an overview of the overall situation has already reached the answer in his heart: impossible.

At this moment, Fang Lu suddenly let out a scream, and everyone looked at her in unison.

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The author has something to say:

Jian Bao: How come the taste is the same...I'm dirty qaq