I'm just a little white face who doesn't need to fight

Chapter 269
At noon, the sun was hot, and the early autumn wind did not cool it much.

Chuhe and Su Muyan went all the way to the hotel arranged by Jiyun Culture Company and checked in.

Originally, the hotel should be arranged by Fujixun Video, but since Jiyun Culture Company is going to help Chuhe hold a fan meeting, Chuhe is currently going with Jiyun Company.

"Mr. Chu, I'll come to you later to discuss matters related to the meeting. You should take a break first." Zhang Jing said goodbye. She was the person in charge of the fan meeting and was quite busy.

Chuhe will also be very busy tomorrow. The fan meeting will start at [-] o'clock, and then the solo concert will be held in the evening.

"Okay, you don't have to worry about me." Chu He waved his hands, he and Su Muyan were enjoying themselves.

As soon as Zhang Jing left, the suite became clean. Su Muyan took off her clothes and went to the bathroom, screaming ghostly while washing: "Ah, what should I do? What song should I sing in my private concert?"

She has already entered the show, and feels that she has to sing to repay her fans.

Chuhe couldn't help laughing: "I advise you to stop singing and leave a fantasy for fans."

"I sing so well in Japanese, but you look down on me, hmph!" Su Muyan was not angry, but she still had a B number in her heart. Her level is only live singing, and it would be ridiculous to hold a concert.

Chu He ignored her, took out his mobile phone and sent Liu Zhiqing a text message: "President Liu, I feel that you are back."

Chuhe kept looking around at the airport, trying to find Liu Zhiqing, but he couldn't find it.But his sixth sense is quite strong, and he always thinks that Liu Zhiqing will come back.

"You feel wrong, I'm still dazed, wearing black silk." Liu Zhiqing replied.

The corner of Chu He's mouth twisted: "Impossible, you are not used to wearing black silk outside, so don't be shy, are you back?"

"You guess."

Damn, President Liu is getting more and more skinny.

"You have a good rest, don't make any mistakes at the fan meeting." Liu Zhiqing said again, but still refused to say if she was back.

Chuhe has no choice but to give up, you go on.

On the 35th floor of the Shenzhen Airport International Hotel, in the luxurious presidential suite, Liu Zhiqing put down her phone, smiled and yawned wearily.

She had already taken a shower, put on a loose bathrobe, lay down on the bed, and the huge waves on her chest swayed several times.

She is really tired.

I rushed back from Italy non-stop, and the sixteen-hour plane journey couldn't take a good rest.When I arrived in Shenzhen, I dressed up carefully, put on the shame to show up in black silk, and even had a verbal battle with the ancient beauty girl. It is impossible not to be tired.

Now that Liu Zhiqing didn't want to move as soon as she stuck to the bed, it was impossible not to have a good rest for a day.

But she didn't fall asleep immediately. Instead, she endured the discomfort of dry eyes and looked at Weibo—she was very concerned about the online reviews of her little boy.

This time thousands of people pick up the plane, what do netizens think?

Liu Zhiqing looked one by one, although she saw some bad reviews, such as scolding Chuhe for being flamboyant and exaggerated, most of them were positive.

"Chuhe's fan base is not only good-looking, but also high-quality. They are not crowded at the airport, but scattered outside, trying not to block the traffic."

"This is probably a mature star chasing model. Those little fresh meat fans are really disgusted to see it. Last time I was blocked at Hongqiao Airport for half an hour. All the idiots are like eager to eat shit."

"After all, he is a cultural person. After all, Chuhe still writes books, not the entertainment industry."

Looking at these comments, Liu Zhiqing's mouth curled up unconsciously, she was secretly happy, and she was still a little bit proud.

But, after all, Liu Zhiqing is a person who pursues perfection, and she is very upset to see people scolding Chuhe on Weibo.

She thought for a while and posted Weibo as Mu Zhiqing: "Thank you for supporting my brother @楚** fan meeting, repost this Weibo and follow @楚**, 100 people will be drawn to share 50 yuan."

Liu Zhiqing learned this trick from others. She usually saw some lottery draws on Weibo. This time she followed suit and took out a huge sum of 50 yuan in one go.

This is terrible, there are so many retweeted lottery draws on Weibo, at most tens of thousands, and many of them are fake lottery draws for robots.

Liu Zhiqing didn't understand any fake lottery draws, she said that 50 was 50 real money, and she was going to be Chuhe's "broker".

In just a few minutes, the number of reposts and comments skyrocketed, and countless passers-by were shocked after hearing the news.

"Damn, 50? Is it true? I won't scold Chuhe anymore, please slap me!"

"It must be fake. Chuhe's team has come out to build Chuhe. It's a bit disgusting."

"This Mu Zhiqing is also a signed singer of Ji Yun Company, and she is a colleague of Chu He, and Ji Yun Culture Company is behind her, so don't I need to say anything else?"

50 is still too exaggerated, only Liu Zhiqing, a novice who doesn't understand anything, can be so generous.

The passers-by didn't believe it, and Liu Zhiqing and Chu He were indeed colleagues, others had to suspect that Ji Yun's company was trying to create momentum.

Liu Zhiqing was a little confused when she read the comments, why didn't everyone believe it?Others scolded themselves.

She was not happy, and was thinking about how to deal with it when Zhang Jing called.

"Miss Liu, you need to contact the Weibo lottery draw platform and hand over the matter of forwarding the lottery draw to Weibo staff, otherwise netizens won't believe it." Zhang Jing is very happy, 50 lottery draw, how much popularity will be added, Anyway, Chuhe made a lot of money, and Ji Yun Company also enjoyed it.

"Is that so? I don't quite understand, how to do it specifically?" Liu Zhiqing sat on the bed, trying to force herself.

"I'll help you contact the staff, just wait a moment." Zhang Jing saddled up and waited on him.

Soon, the certification of "Weibo lottery draw platform" appeared under Liu Zhiqing's lottery Weibo. The administrator showed up and made it clear that he would be responsible for the lottery draw, which was fair and just.

This is terrible, the management personnel of Weibo have all come out to take charge, where is it still fake?
Mu Zhiqing's 50 is a real lottery.

In just a few minutes, the number of retweets doubled, quickly breaking through [-], and spreading like a virus.

Liu Zhiqing communicated with the Weibo administrator for a while, and then couldn't bear it anymore, she had to go to sleep.

At this time, in another luxury hotel, Shao Yaoyao and Dong Xiang crowded together to check Weibo, Shao Yaoyao looked contemptuous: "Liu Zhiqing is playing such tricks, I suddenly feel that she is so naive."

"Maybe this is love, Mr. Wu Bo smiled, and a real woman." Dong Xiang deliberately played tricks and made sassy remarks.

"50 can indeed help Chuhe gain popularity, but it's not necessary. Women should be reserved. Spending money is the lowest level. This is not love." Shao Yaoyao said clearly, what a great philosopher.

"You can pull it down, I think you are jealous of Liu Zhiqing, Hanfu can't beat Heisi." Dong Xiang smirked.

Shao Yaoyao was furious on the spot, turned her head and said, "Everyone has their own style, I disdain black silk, why are you jealous of Liu Zhiqing?"

"Actually, you are not short at 1.6 meters, and you should look good in black silk."

"Really?"

"Well, do you want to go shopping and buy black silk?" Dong Xiang tempted.

Shao Yaoyao was moved, and then snorted: "I am suitable for black silk, but because I am the daughter of the Han family, I prefer to wear Hanfu, so I can buy it."

Dong Xiang sighed speechlessly: "My Buddha, let's go."

"You go first, I'll go to the toilet." Shao Yaoyao went to the toilet openly, and then sat on the toilet without taking off her trousers to post on Weibo.

"Thank you for supporting my friend @楚**'s fan meeting, repost this Weibo and follow @楚**, 100 people will be drawn to share 50 cash."

Shao Yaoyao quickly posted on Weibo, and then walked out as if nothing had happened.

Dong Xiang stood at the door playing with her mobile phone, looked up and smiled: "I forwarded it, remember to smack me."

Shao Yaoyao blushed pretty, put on her peaked cap and said calmly: "Don't get me wrong, I owe Chuhe six favors, just help him pay off the debt, now I only owe five."

(End of this chapter)