Mrs. Huo, she is very charming

Of course, when Huo chose Jiang Fanxing as the spokesperson of the whole line, what he valued must be her popularity and traffic.

According to data analysis, 70% of Jiang Fanxing's fans are male, with the largest proportion between 18 and 30 years old.

In this part, the income is stable and the consumption ability is high.

Of course, the speed of powder removal is also quite fast.

Not long after Jiang Fanxing's microblog was published, the number of microblog fans decreased by 200000.

Song Zheng didn't know that she would suddenly make it public in advance, and her phone has been blown up by the media.

All afternoon, she didn't hear the phone.

In the same way, I explained it over and over again.

Dry mouth.

When she finally turned off the phone and sat down to drink a glass of water, she was told that Jiang Fanxing's Weibo fans were decreasing at a speed she had never seen before.

She just wanted to drag Jiang Fanxing to give him a good beating.

Of course, she just thought about it.

I dare not.

"Where is she now?" Song Zheng asked Mu Qibao with a violent temper.

Mu Qibao shook his head. "I don't know."

"Aren't you her assistant? Why don't you know anything! "

Muqibao, "..."

If you can't stir it up, you can't hide it.

"Well, I'll call her and ask about it." With a touch of oil on the soles of your feet, you can slip away.

Song Zheng clenched her teeth.

"Sister! Here you are

Mu Qibao just walked to the door and ran into Jiang Fanxing.

Jiang Fanxing nodded, took a look at the song Zheng, and asked with his eyes: how about it?

Mu Qibao: the fried chicken is angry, it's going to explode!

Jiang Fanxing, "..."

Jiang Fanxing tut for a moment, walked in.

A face of flattery, "Zheng sister Would you like some coffee

I raised the coffee bag in my hand.

Strong coffee aroma, fragrant.

Song Zheng glared at her angrily, "do I still have time to drink coffee?"

Jiang Fanxing Yes, yes

"Oh Song Zheng turned her head and turned the back of her head to her, "Mrs. Huo, what can I do for you?"

"Nothing. I just want to buy you coffee." Jiang Fanxing put the coffee in front of song Zheng, "give me some face, taste it, it's good to drink."

Song Zheng still ignored her.

Dare not beat, still can't lose temper!

Jiang Fanxing and Mu Qibao looked at each other and spat out, "your favorite American style, really don't drink it?"

Song Zheng, "..."

"And your favorite cheesecake." Jiang Fanxing took out another beautifully packed cake box and put it in front of song Zheng.

"Have some! After eating, I have the strength to continue to answer the phone

Song Zheng, "..."

If you don't eat it, it's nothing!

Anyway, she has money!

It's Mrs. Huo again.

"Just do it. Sooner or later I will be killed." Song Zheng takes the coffee and cake and stares at Jiang Fanxing.

Of course, she only dares to stare at Jiang Fanxing.

"No, no, I have my husband to protect me, and you have me to protect you."

Jiang Fanxing, "bang se."

Jiang Fanxing smiles brightly, "drink it quickly!"

Song Zheng sighed and sipped her coffee.

Well, it's fragrant and mellow. It's really delicious.

"How come all of a sudden it's open?"

"No good. Don't you see someone on the Internet telling me I'm pregnant? Just admit it. It's not my style to cover up. "

"Then you just expose your husband's identity."

“…… That won't do

"It's not your style to say good cover up?" Song Zheng despises it.