Mr. President, have you had enough?

"Yes, it's a man like me, but there are still women who don't like it."

"That's because her eyes are on the top of her head. She thinks it's good to see far away, but she doesn't know that the closest one is the best, but she can't see it."

Ye Qiao stretched out his hand and put it on her long hair, his voice was a little hoarse, "That's really good."

Feeling the temperature of his fingertips rubbing against his hair, Ma Chunchun's throat tightened, and he took the initiative to lean his head towards his chest, with his hands on his waist, "Brother Ye, before I became your assistant, Have you ever met crazy fans?"

He chuckled, "It's too much to say."

"I saw it on the Internet. When you were a singer, you shared a dormitory with the other three members of the group. Some fans mailed you bloody sanitary napkins. I don't know if it's real or fake?"

Ye Qiao snorted coldly, "Not only this, but also using that menstrual blood to write and mail it. It's too crazy, there is no sense at all."

Ma Chunchun smiled lowly, "It's not just that, I once saw on a forum that a netizen wrote: A pair of woolen underwear stolen from Ye Qiao's dormitory——"

Before she finished speaking, the voice above her head hurriedly clarified, "Of course it's not true. Our dormitory used to be very tight, and ordinary people couldn't get in at all."

Ma Chunchun still remembers that when she saw these news on the Internet, she commented under the news, saying that the friend is dirty, what is there to show off in a man's underwear.

As a result, a bunch of idiot fans attacked. For example, the number one idiot fan said directly: Are you envious, jealous, or hateful?Do you know how expensive these underwear are?You can't afford to work for a lifetime.

Brainless fan No. [-] continued to speak: Are you a mistress raised by some man?We are all aunts, do you understand me?

Later, n brainless fans joined forces to attack her, so that in the future, Ma Chunchun did not dare to comment on other people's news on the Internet.

"I think so too."

She never thought that she would become Ye Qiao's assistant in a daze, and that she would be so close to him, even sharing the same bed.

"I didn't expect you to pay so much attention to my news before."

"No, it's just that you had a lot of gossip before and met you more times, so I know you." She refused to admit it, she searched it on the Internet.

"In the entertainment industry, only the most popular artists will get more news, and if there are more news, many people will know them."

"I know, it's called hype."

"The two words of hype can be big or small. The private life of a celebrity is transparent. If you write something on Weibo, post a picture, talk about a topic, and it happens to coincide with the release of your movie or TV series, netizens will Not to mention hype, there are also special hypes, for example, those who deliberately slipped their skirts or fell down on the red carpet, these two deliberate elements account for a high proportion."

"You don't seem to have any. Most of your news is that you have an affair with this female celebrity, and that female celebrity is ambiguous. Brother Ye, those female celebrities who gossip with you are not good-looking."

Ye Qiao agreed with what she said, "Yes, after taking off the makeup, they are no different from ordinary people, you might as well look pleasing to the eye."

Ma Chunchun was very happy. This night, the two of them opened their hearts for the first time, and they went to bed very late.

Although the exchanges are all related to the entertainment industry, they still have a common language.

******

Yang Chang's body was cremated in the crematorium and buried in the cemetery on the mountain.

Many reporters interviewed Yang Chang's family, but they agreed with Gu's family that Yang Chang's family kept silent about her death, and only said that this matter is over, people are dead, and the living will continue.

On the first seven days, Cao Xintian attended the banquet.

After the banquet was over, she drove to Yang Chang's grave in person.

After looking around to make sure no one was there, Cao Xintian took off the glasses from his eyes, squatted there, took out two cans of beer, opened them one by one, poured one can against the tombstone, and drank the other by himself.

Looking at the photo on the tombstone, she laughed, "I came to see you, I know, maybe, you must hate me very much and don't want to see me."

After taking a few sips, Cao Xintian calmed down, "But, you don't want to see me, I'm here too, Yang Chang, you shouldn't die, but, you're too greedy, I'm not enough to give you money , you still want Changqing, huh - do you think I'm dead?"

No one answered her words, only the cold wind of depression was blowing on her biting face, and her voice died with the wind.

"I warned you, and you ignored it, so don't blame me for being ruthless. Originally, I wanted you to go down with An Xiaonuan, but in comparison, she is still smart and has a big life."

The picture on the tombstone looked at her with a smile, but couldn't speak.

Cao Xintian looked at it, finished his drink, and stood up, "Okay, you can live well down here, I won't accompany you, and I won't come to see you in the future."

Stepping on high heels, Cao Xintian turned and left, the beer can in his hand was pinched and deformed.

****

The weather was gloomy in the afternoon.

It doesn't look like it's snowing, but it looks like it's raining.

After the clinic found out that Gu Zhenzhen was pregnant with a girl, Mother Ma started playing mahjong again. Anyway, there was a sister-in-law who took care of Gu Zhenzhen at home.

She plays mahjong every day, keeps up with the fashion, and goes shopping on Taobao, doing nothing.

In her forties, since she knew how to take care of herself, her face has become much younger than before, and she is willing to spend money on clothes. She wears famous brands and looks like a lady.

Following another poker player of similar age, they came out of the beauty shop, and the two went to the hair salon to have their hair done together.

"Let me tell you, you recently dressed up like a 30-year-old young woman, young and fashionable. Seriously, you are so young, why didn't you think about finding one?"

Mother Ma smiled happily, "It's over 40, what are you looking for, I am satisfied with raising my son, and I have never thought about the other half."

This sentence is against my will.

How could she, who had squatted in front of her son and daughter-in-law's door to listen to intercourse many times, not think about it?

"Now that my son is married, I have to think about it," the poker player said in a low voice, "Didn't you say that at thirty you are like a wolf, and at forty you are like a tiger? You are only a little over 40 years old, and you will have a long life in the future. You plan to be lonely for the rest of your life, don't you even have someone to talk to?"

Mother Ma heard this, her heart itched unbearably, "But, I don't know a similar man at all."

The poker player said mysteriously, "Let me tell you, the hair salon we will go to later is full of young guys doing hair. This hair salon is different from others."