The fake daughter is really introverted, all the wealthy families are vying to spoil me

Although Gu Chaochao would occasionally use the webpage engine to search his name and read his own news.

But she really didn't know about voting.

"Could it be that those CP fans who tied up with Li Cimu did it for you?" The director snorted coldly, "Go to Weibo and comment on how badly you were scolded by Wang Xueqi's fans. You can see for yourself. It's best Your company can give me a reasonable explanation."

Just as the director hung up the phone, Lin Fei'er called again and told her to go to the company for a meeting.

Gu Chaochao sighed, and pressed his thumb between his brows.

Things in the entertainment industry are really troublesome.

In autumn and winter, it is difficult to get out of bed.

The little girl was nestled in the quilt, swiping her phone. The comments on the Internet were nothing more than saying that she was [-]th line, and she swiped the number one for herself. She wanted to be popular and crazy.

Li Cimu has the habit of getting up in the morning to exercise. When he came back, he put breakfast on the table, then went to the bedroom and hugged Gu Chaochao across the quilt, and kissed her forehead: "Chaobao, get up and eat."

The little girl at this time looked like a wrapped rice dumpling, the bed was too warm, Gu Chaochao didn't want to wake up at all.

"A Ci. Can I not go to the meeting?"

I really don't want to get involved in that kind of meaningless slobbering.

In order to make himself look a little pitiful, Gu Chaochao poked his head out of the quilt and asked sweetly, "Are you okay?"

Li Cimu's handsome face blushed slightly, knowing that Gu Chaochao was pretending on purpose, but the man coughed lightly with his fists in his hands, stood up unnaturally and said, "Eat your food first, so that it won't get cold later."

"Brother Ah Ci."

"Sister Chaochao?"

If possible, Gu Chaochao really wanted to lift Li Cimu's head and see what this man was thinking about every day.

"Don't play anymore." Gu Chaochao tried to push Li Cimu away, she was overwhelmed by him, "It's boring."

"Understood?" The man said in a neutral tone, as if he just watched her perform a funny comedy.

"Yeah. Got it. Little White Flower is so boring, you won't be fooled."

As soon as this sentence came out, a mouthful of old blood stuck in Li Cimu's throat, but he still had to endure it.

"But I see that a certain newly promoted female star is so cute and happy."

Li Cimu turned sideways and lay down next to Gu Chaochao, if he continued like that just now, he would really go crazy.

"Mr. Li still knows about 'enclosing the land to be cute'?"

"Your Brother Anan, you still know a lot—do you want to learn more about it?"

Dare to love, brother Anan's stalking can't pass.

Throughout the dinner table, Li Cimu's handsome face was wearing the self-evident smile just now.

Gu Chaochao handed him a big bun filled with red bean paste: "Hurry up and eat, go to the meeting after eating."

The man was biting the straw, which contained the half cup of soy milk she had just left. After gulping it down, he bent down, tied the loose laces on her small leather shoes, and clapped his hands, "I listen to Madam."

The reporter at the lobby entrance of the company is still staying.

Ever since Zhaomu CP bundled CP marketing, now it has caused a disturbance in the rankings.

Gu Chaochao was already easily searched. When the reporters saw Li Cimu and Gu Chaochao who had just stepped off the elevator, they swarmed up: "Miss Gu. Please respond to the problem of falsified data on yesterday's list."

"Everyone has their own room for improvement." Li Cimu took the microphone: "So, it will be a matter of time."

"Won't it feel empty to win popularity by relying on a certain treasure package?"

In the crowd, I don't know who it was, who pointed out the problem so sharply.

"I did it, and I will definitely admit it." Gu Chaochao faced the camera, sonorously: "Now, please make room for a while, and I will give you a satisfactory answer after I return to the company for a meeting. "

At this time, the nanny car sent by Lin Fei'er had arrived, and several tall bodyguards came over: "Please make room."

Early in the morning in Beijing, it was very cool because of the wind.

On the way to the car, Li Cimu tightly held Gu Chaochao's little hand, "Don't be afraid."

"I didn't do that, what are you afraid of?" Gu Chaochao rolled his eyes at Cimu angrily, "I'm not afraid of the shadow slanting when I'm upright."

Li Cimu wriggled his throat, but finally said nothing.

The car arrived at the company, and the two people entered the company through the back door under the cover of bodyguards.

Gu Chaochao heard Wang Xueqi's radical fans waiting for an explanation from a long distance away. When they arrived at the company, the staff of the operation department turned on the computer, and the data of Gu Chaochao and Wang Xueqi was displayed on the projection, "Miss Gu, the data from last night The increase is very abnormal, and according to the fan search, it is found that the addresses of these IPs all come from the same place, which is your community."

Li Cimu said, "It's not that we don't know. These days, it's common for paparazzi to follow celebrities and manipulate data near their homes to stir up news."

The staff also agreed with Li Cimu's statement, "Indeed, I discussed this situation with the PR department before you came, but right now Ms. Gu has just been involved in a fake divorce, and Wang Xueqi's real fan The insistence made us swipe the data, so we reached a stalemate."

"Then what are you going to do about it?" Lin Fei'er, who had been silent all this time, asked quietly.

The operation department paused, "The result of our unanimous discussion with the public relations department is to ask Ms. Gu to apologize to Wang Xueqi on her personal account, and automatically withdraw from the list's eligibility for election."

"It wasn't something Chaobao did, why should she admit it?!" Li Cimu stood up before patting the table, "Do you still think that the water on her body wasn't splashed enough?"

The operation department obviously didn't know that Li Cimu was the company's largest shareholder.

They comforted him and said: "If you want to continue to be popular in the entertainment circle, the temporary patience is worth it."

Gu Chaochao stood up, smiled and said to everyone present: "If I apologize publicly, won't I be indirectly saying that I am doing nothing?"

"As for the subsequent results, the plan given by our operation department is that Ms. Gu can temporarily avoid it for a few days. When the news of other artists dilutes these things, Ms. Gu is returning to the public eye."

"Ha." Hearing what the operation said, Gu Chaochao sneered, "Avoid? The next filming of the new drama is tomorrow. How long do you want me to avoid?"

"Your role will be played by a new actor from the company."

As soon as the words came out, someone tapped the table with their fingers on the spot, "As the screenwriter of this play, the role of the second female lead has been changed, so you don't even have to consider me?"

"Special time, special treatment." The operation department smiled at the man.

Gu Chaochao lowered his head and said with a light smile, "So the meaning of today's meeting is to inform me of the decisions that have been made, right?"

"Wang Xueqi has fans." Li Cimu raised her thin lips, "Our Chaobao family can't have fans? Operations and public relations have been made like this, and I don't think you need to do it in the future."

The operations department and PR looked at each other.

"What did Boss Li say?" The public relations department immediately smiled and said, "The final choice is still up to you."

"There is time for artists to hide—" Li Cimu's handsome eyebrows were stained with frost, and the light in his eyes was like a knife cut on Zhuo Sheng's face, "I don't believe that the operation can't find a navy to purify the network , to control the direction of public opinion.”

"I don't even believe that the public relations can't get a picture of the data collapse to tell reporters that yesterday's data is just a fan P picture, and now the data swallowed by Wang Xueqi has been spit out."