entertainment headline queen

Chapter 126
——Did Yu Baobao mention Xia Han today?mentioned.

——Does Baby Fish like Xia Han?dislike!He obviously likes me more! ! ! ps: I beg Baby Yu not to make me slap my face.

——The daily life of Ti Xiahan, the baby fish. get√

——My heart is ashamed, my male god always likes to mention the actress next door, or the actress I don't like.

——I am a fan of Xia Han, so I would like to say weakly, thank the male god for mentioning us Xia Han.

——To be honest, baby, I am your fan, and I really want to tell you not to hype La Xiahan, you don't need it.You want to be on the hot search and we will help you get it, but don't bring cp, I like you when you are single.

——No, I like you who is with Xia Han, please check more, thank you.

—— Xia Han fans are shameless.

——Chu Yu mentioned that Xia Han is shameless, who is afraid of whom!When I, Xia Han, have no fans?
Li Yue looked through dozens of articles, and the attitudes of the fans were also different.

Some people are used to Chu Yu mentioning Xia Han every day, and some beg Chu Yu not to brush anymore, because they really don't like Xia Han.

Of course, there are also fights, there is no way, as long as a fan's tone is slightly bad, it must have caused a cycle of scolding.

No one wants to let their own baby suffer, and Li Yue is used to it now. Anyway, Chu Dashen took Xia Han on Weibo, and that was to send traffic to Xia Han. He was quite happy to see the result. He completely became a bystander, watching the excitement with relish.

Not to mention, some fans scolded him so wittily, even he had to applaud and say hello in his heart.

It's a pity that I didn't use this energy in my studies, otherwise I must be a very lucky person.

He looked at it for a while and then went back to check the trending search, and sure enough, he saw Xia Han and Chu Yu holding hands on the trending search, and the title was "Chu Yu Xia Han's love for three generations".

Li Yue secretly logged into the trumpet and forwarded this Weibo.

@智早后的小辣鸡: I don’t know if there is any love in the third world, anyway, they now have the first life 23333
Anyway, not many people pay attention to his trumpet, and his retweet will definitely be drowned in thousands of comments, so it doesn't matter if you tell the truth.

But he thought well. Unfortunately, his Weibo appeared in both Xia Han's topic square and Chu Yu's topic square. Now it's all right, the number of likes is rising, and the number of comments is also rising. Not a few.

——I agree with the blogger, I thought so too, but I didn’t dare to say it.

——Blogger hold on, Weifan is coming to tear you apart.

——Bloggers, please respect yourself, don’t rise to the level of a real person, just a character in the play.

——Take the baby fish away, we don't make an appointment.

——Fuck, hold your uncle, don't make an appointment every day, don't worry about it, you baby fish have a big face.

Before Li Yue could react, his private messages were bombarded frantically.

Sure enough, as the comments on Weibo said, many fans came to bombard her indiscriminately.

——Blogger, you'd better delete that Weibo post, it's just to start a war, don't say it as many times as a real person.Baby Yu shouldn't make an appointment with Xia Han.

- delete delete delete!
——Blogger, are you still there?Touch your head, the male god has a lot of single fans, I know you must like Xia Han, in order to prevent the other side from saying anything nasty about her, you should delete it, and you can be more clean.

He was educated in turn, whether it was Xia Han and Chu Yu's true fans, brainless fans, or black fans, there were several who commented and sent private letters, and the meaning of a few words was similar.

He watched it as a series, and the world constructed in the minds of fans was almost paranoid about being persecuted.

Everyone in this world wants to kill my idol, and everyone in this world doesn't know how hard my idol is.

As for the brain circuit of sunspots, it is actually similar, he/she is a bitch, no matter what he/she does, he/she has a scheming heart, and his/her existence is the original sin.

"Hey, it's not easy to be a star." Li Yue had seen enough of these fans' dramas, and finally deleted this post with empathy, in case these little cuties would get angry and vent their anger Come on.

"Pangpang, what did you see and feel emotional?"

Xia Han had a mask on her face and a blanket covering her body. Even the hands she used to play with her phone wore gloves. She was fully armed for fear that she would get sunburned.

Originally, she didn't want to be so exaggerated, but the designer insisted on pulling Xia Han to dress up like this, saying that she couldn't get tanned for a cover shoot, or she wouldn't come back for nothing, and there will be cooperation next time, so she must keep her best good condition.

Xia Han expressed admiration for the fluffiness of this designer. He deserves to be a person who handles big things, but he is different.

"I'm thinking, just 24 hours a day, I don't know how many people are hiding behind your back and saying bad things about you. Of course, there are also people who say bad things about you in person. If you let those extreme sunspots face your goblin-like face , Do you want to rush over and throw sulfuric acid at you?"

Li Yue was filled with emotions, those black men were sometimes well-trained, and of course their hatred for Xia Han was extremely extreme.

"Compared to throwing sulfuric acid, they want to feed me shit." Xia Han seemed careless, her heart has been strengthened now, at least she can accept the insults from the sunspots with a blank face, and don't give up. There won't be much reaction.

"How much do you want to eat shit? You mention this every day." Li Yue was quite speechless.

"What's the use of thinking about it? You'll get in a bad mood. If you swear at people, you will think that I have an indestructible body, and I have learned to rebound everything. No matter what I swear, I will bounce back, which means they are swearing at themselves." You have to look at the words that praise me more. There are still many kind-hearted and discerning little cuties in this world. Seeing my truth, kindness and beauty, they think that I am perfect. I am the white moonlight on their bedside and the cinnabar mole in their hearts. ..."

Xia Han began to praise himself as if no one else was around, and Li Yue couldn't help curling his lips. He felt that Xia Han was very shameless.

"You're too embarrassed, well, your sunspots will probably scold you again when they see you like this." Li Yue felt that he just worried too much.

How could Xia Han, a brazen mentally retarded person, care about other people's malice.

Generally, she doesn't pay much attention to those voices who scold her from the outside world, unless someone really harms her interests, when she fights back, she will definitely not be vague.

For example, Feng Yun, the former so-called gold master, seemed to have never appeared in front of Xia Han since his ribs were broken, and of course there was Wang Rui.

Xia Han even taught her the principles of being a human being. Even if she got the outside photoshoot, as long as there are better photos than hers, a fool will use this as a bad idea.

"Xia Han, I'm ready to take pictures." The designer over there reminded her.

Immediately, a makeup artist came forward, tore off the mask on her face, put on makeup for her again, and applied powder on the exposed parts of her body, so as not to look bad in the photo.

It takes a long time to put on makeup, but no one around is urging her.

Just after a round of shooting, Xia Han's sense of the camera is very good, plus she is really good at posing, and her eyes are very good, so whether it is the editor-in-chief or the difficult designer, they are all very satisfied with Xia Han's performance.

From the beginning to now, I have never scolded anyone once, nor did I feel anxious.

The bosses all seemed to be in a good mood, so the employees naturally wouldn't show their faces to Xia Han.

Xia Han was wearing flip-flops on her feet. On the slippers were a circle of crystal petals, pink and tender, really cute.

Originally, the designer suggested that Xia Han go barefoot, but the sand was too hot to bear.

Fortunately, she also brought quite a few pairs of shoes, and after wearing them, they matched her whole body just right, very delicate and beautiful.

The turban she was wearing was dark red, and a blower blew through it, raising yellow sand all over the sky. Her black silk fluttered lightly, and she danced with her veil, but Xia Han's eyes were always firm.

Suddenly, the corners of her lips were raised, and there was a smile, as if she saw some flowers blooming, which made people want to stop.

The sound of "click, click" came from the camera incessantly, obviously the photographer had a great time taking pictures.

The designer also praised Xia Han from the sidelines. As the matcher of this outfit and accessories, the designer was undoubtedly nervous.

But it's not that kind of nervousness, but the nervousness of excitement, as if the whole person is trembling, and I really want to know how the person in front of me will make this whole set look beautiful.

Because it is a red poppy, the long skirt on her body is also red, bright and bright.

"Xia Han, can you dance?" Coincidentally, the photographer this time is Wei Yuan, who was hired by "Ecol" last time. He usually has a cold face, and the people around him are obviously used to him. silence.

But when he saw that although Xia Han's posture was beautiful, he always felt that something was wrong, so he couldn't help asking in a low voice.

Not only Xia Han was stunned, but even the designers on the side were stunned.

"I know sword dance." Xia Han replied in a low voice, wiping the beads of sweat from his forehead with his hand.

"The sword dance is better, and the body is soft and vigorous." Wei Yuan expressed his satisfaction.

He originally wanted to say that the filming would start immediately, and he couldn't help but imagine the scene he wanted, but seeing that Xia Han was a little tired from filming, he couldn't help but ask.

Xia Han waved his hand: "It's okay, I'm in good shape, if I want to do a sword dance, I'll do it, but I don't have a sword in my hand, so I'll do some gestures."

"Did you bring a few pieces of red silk with you in the car when you left, find it and cut it for Xia Han." The designer's eyes lit up, as if remembering something, he slapped his thigh suddenly, and there was idea.

Hearing the designer's order, someone immediately ran to the car to look for those pieces of red silk.

Xia Han was pulled aside by the makeup artist to change her makeup. She added a little red eyeliner to the corner of her eyes, and painted a flower-shaped flower on her forehead, making her look even more charming.

The red silk was cut into thin strips for Xia Han to wear on her body.

After everything was dressed properly, Xia Han stood in her own place again. She first posed a few poses to find the feeling, and when she was almost done, she lifted her toes, and suddenly she jumped up, and stretched out one leg straight out. The toes are straightened, and the red silk in the hand is struggling to beat out.

(End of this chapter)