Master Sheng, Madam, she became popular all over the world by fortune-telling

Chapter 151 Cutting Peach Blossoms (Part [-])

There was a silence in the group, and the next moment it was replaced by continuous screams, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Although many people have not forgotten what happened last time, but at this moment, there is nothing more important than seeing Zai Zai, and everyone selectively ignores it.

Mamas swarmed towards No. 390, a sound of Aite.

Fan Jinyun listened to the non-stop beeping on the computer, and the depression that had been stuck in his heart for more than a week finally dissipated a little. After waiting for a while, he typed slowly: [Create a lottery, whoever gets it will give it to him]

This can be, as the leader of the group, No. [-] immediately went to get it.

Taking advantage of the waiting time, everyone immediately asked questions.

[No. 390, you should have kept it yourself. There are four tickets in total. Where did you get so many tickets? 】

[It must be an internal ticket. There were more than 80 people in my office who couldn't get one. It's impossible to get all four, right? 】

[I have a friend who is in Gu Yun Tiancheng's program group. I heard that Brother Ruan asked the program group how many internal tickets they asked for. Is this all given to you? 】

[All of them should not be given, my friend is the assistant of the producer of the show, it is said that Brother Ruan only needs three tickets, but the producer directly gave ten tickets]

[Damn, that's almost half of it, this relationship is too strong! 】

[Ahem, I'm starting to think wildly again, one thousand 390 eighth, you should give me a correct answer. 】

Seeming to have just seen their news, No. 390 replied: [It’s just a few tickets, don’t think about it]

Everyone laughed.

Of course, there are those who are selectively ignored, and there are also those who have fresh memories and bad tempers. After reading the chat records in the circle, they can't help but go back to the past.

[Mama 250 No. 18: I'm afraid I want to mislead people again. It's not sure if there are really tickets. Everyone can talk slowly, or NO.[-] will come out and slap your face in a while]

Everyone: Cough cough cough cough.

Don't say it, I'm really a little scared.

But when it comes to this, everyone remembered it. It seems that NO.18 has never appeared?

There is Aite who is familiar with NO.18. By the way, she asked: [This is going to work, how is it, did you get a ticket? 】

NO.18 has been spying on the screen.

It was already depressing enough not to get a ticket, but before she had time to complain, that nasty one thousand 390 eight appeared again, and she was even more breathless in an instant.

But there was no way, she didn't even have her own ticket right now, so even if she wanted to go back, she would have no confidence, so she could only stare at the screen and pretend to be dead.

But now that Aite arrived, he couldn't pretend anymore, so he could only type three words bitterly: [I didn't get it]

After typing, he was about to throw the phone aside to keep out of sight, but at this moment, a private message jumped in.

NO.18 casually clicked in, but when he read the message in the private message, his eyes widened suddenly, full of disbelief.

What follows is intense excitement!

Hey hey!
She, face slapping tool NO.18 is here again, No. 390, eight, slap!

In the support group.

After everyone was quiet for a while, they comforted NO.18 and said: [It’s okay, it’s okay, everyone didn’t grab it, you are only one-eighth of 390]

[It’s right if you didn’t grab it, you can see Jing Zai from time to time, if you grab the ticket again, those of us who haven’t even seen Jing Zai’s face will live anymore]

[That's right, if you have time, let's inquire about the identity of the daughter-in-law, I'm still waiting to be a grandma! 】

Fan Jinjun saw these chat records in the group just after mosaicing the ticket photos he took, his eyes sank immediately, he paused, and typed again: [Sorry, I only got the tickets for the last two rows of the infield, I will draw them later Remember to send me your address in private chat, and I will send you the tickets]

Pause for a few seconds: [Although I can occasionally see Jing Zai in person because of work, this is the first time Jing Zai has participated in the show. I still want to go to see it live, and NO.18 is the same, right? 】

[@底麻NO.18, I wish you good luck. 】

It was already a blatant provocation, NO.18 immediately laughed angrily, and the others were too embarrassed to speak. The people of Aite NO.18 before regretted it and wished they could withdraw the message.

NO.18 took a few deep breaths to calm down his anger, and began to press the phone screen hard.

【[Smile]】

[Sorry, I ran away due to some temporary work just now, so I didn't have time to finish my sentence]

[I mean, I didn't get a ticket, but I have seven tickets here, I keep one for myself, and there are more than six more, @底马一号, or help me create a lottery? 】

【image】

The news came to an abrupt end here, and the Mamas fell into a bewildered silence as they looked at the seven tickets on the picture, which were tickets for the fifth row of seats in the infield.

[Mama NO.18: @底马一千390号, thank you, but no need [smile]]

Respond to blatant provocation.

In front of the computer, Fan Jinyun's face was already blushing, and her hand holding the ticket suddenly tightened.

The messages in the chat box are still popping up.

[The slap in the face came too fast like a storm, @底麻NO.18[nice job]]

[Cough, Brother Ruan asked for three, but the producer gave ten, which means there are seven more, so the extra ones fell into the hands of NO.18? 】

[Awesome class! @麻麻 NO.18, the company still lacks people, I graduated with a 985 master degree and have three years of work experience, please introduce! 】

[Then the question is, where did the four tickets for No. 390 come from?It can't really be stolen, can it? 】

【…】

Of course it couldn't have been snatched, it was hacked.

Xie Xihe looked at the ticket-grabbing applet that had just been detected, his lips curled up, and he looked sideways at the man beside him: "It's quite attractive."

Sheng Shijing's expression remained unchanged: "I just want to recruit a peach blossom."

He looked back, the hand under the table held Xie Xihe's: "We've already recruited."

For the rest, cut it off.

Sheng Shijing looked at Ruan Shaohuai who was across the table, and ordered: "Get someone to check it out, make a list of the tickets robbed through informal channels, and hand it over to the program team."

Ruan Shaohuai: "...OK."

Is he just watching the fun and showing himself that things are alive?

If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't say it!

Sheng Shijing had already looked at Xie Xihe and asked, "When do you want to see her?"

To be honest, if it wasn't for today's release, Xie Xihe would have almost forgotten about this "Miss Yun", but since he is so restless, it is really not suitable for him to keep it.

Xie Xihe thought for a while: "After the competition is over tomorrow."

Sheng Shijing: "Okay."

Fan Jinyun didn't know that she was watched by Sheng Shijing twice before and after her appearance. After finally calming down, she walked to the center of the training camp.

Another team is about to go on a mission, and she promised Zhu Ming to do fortune telling for them...

(End of this chapter)