The whole network is knocking on the cp of me and the crazy big guys

Chapter 69 Believe me, okay?
"Did your agent talk to you about endorsements?"

Lu Zheng suddenly raised his eyelids and asked.

Chi Jiao groaned, recalled it for a while, a little uncertain, "I seem to have talked about a chocolate endorsement before, but I don't know if the talk ended."

Lu Zheng clicked his tongue, and said in a calm voice, "I'll ask the senior executives over there to pay attention to the high-end advertisements after this film is finished. It's best not to take this kind of food."

Chi Jiao leaned over and kissed him with a smile, "No need, trust me, okay?"

Lu Zheng pursed his lips, and there was a suspicious blush on his earlobes.

He didn't insist either. After eating, he consciously went to the kitchen to wash the dishes, and tidied up the refrigerator.

Chi Jiao was lying on the bed playing with her mobile phone, and unexpectedly found a lot of news about New Year's greetings.

Xu Shan called her directly when she had something to do. She didn't open WeChat these days at all. It was quite surprising to see a lot of New Year's greetings.

She bit her finger and thought about answering, when Xu Shan's message suddenly popped up from the top of the phone screen.

Sister Shan: Don't be affected by the situation these two days, the company will solve it.

Chi Jiao was a little dazed when she saw the news, then she reacted, clicked on Weibo, and the first one recommended was a video.

It is a video released by Tang Poetry Studio.

Chi Jiao pursed his lips and clicked in.

Tang Shi stood in front of the camera with a calm expression, she raised her eyes and looked directly at the camera.

"...The comeback of bad artists is prohibited."

"Respect originality and resist plagiarism."

Chi Jiao was not even in the mood to read the comments, and she could figure out how the comments scolded her by herself.

She pursed her lips, and finally clicked in.

[Sugar-Free Coke: Support Tang Poems, Respect Originality, Resist Plagiarism]

[Cute pig intestines: A certain company started out as a plagiarist before, but now it’s on a variety show and you want to whitewash it... It’s really outrageous]

[Tang poetry fan No. [-]: Prohibit a certain family from touching porcelain! !Fans of a certain family should be more conscious and get out of the comment area of ​​our Shishi! 】

[Dayou: You really study fan circle culture thoroughly. I really admire this wave. I really think that if you pull a capitalist to fry a CP, you can pass it?Dreaming? 】

"stop looking."

Lu Zheng suddenly took the phone away from her hand. After glancing at the screen, he pursed his lips and threw the phone aside.

Chi Jiao blinked slowly, she reached out and hugged Lu Zheng without speaking.

If it was her who saw these remarks a year ago, she might still be breaking down and doubting herself now.

Chi Jiao blinked his eyes, feeling that he had really improved.It doesn't hurt to see this kind of thing now.

She retrieved her phone, turned off Weibo, clicked on Xu Shan's chat window, and sent the word "OK".

The words "The other party is typing..." appeared at the top of the screen.

Xu Shan sent a long message, and after Chi Jiao read it slowly, he found a bunny hug emoji and sent it.

She raised her eyes to look at Lu Zheng in front of her, and suddenly felt that these things were nothing.

Xu Shan was probably still not at ease, so she dialed the phone directly.

"Hello? Jiaojiao," she said in a guilty tone, "you don't have to worry too much, it's because the public relations are not done well, and it will be fine after a couple of days."

Chi Jiao hummed, Xu Shan paused, and continued, "It's just that the chocolate advertisement we talked about before may be gone..."

"But don't worry, when the limelight passes, I will help you fight for something else."

　Knowing that no one reads it, I still want to complain. I really have no other outlet. Every time I am dissatisfied with what I write, I change it again and again. There are many missing points in the outline. People seem to be wondering if they are really that bad, and they really belong to the state of self-doubt every day.Did I write something really bad?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)