Spoiled Marriage: Big President, Little Sweetheart

  Lin Anxin took the bracelet and walked outside the hotel with a headache.

  She is good at dealing with harassment, but she really doesn’t know how to deal with this kind of boy confession.

   At this moment, the phone in her bag "ding-" rang.

  Lin Anxin put away the bracelet and took out the phone.

   is an unfamiliar number.

  She clicked on the text message, just a few simple words: I’m Lu Zhiang, this is my number, look at the ins.

  She finally had a pain in her head, which was not so headache.

  She clicked on the ins and found Lu Zhiang's ins number.

  I found that there were not a lot of content on his account, and it was as simple as his own personality.

  However, although the content on his ins is pitiful, there are not a few fans who follow his ins.

  Lin Anxin counted it again and found that since there are millions of traces.

  She suddenly felt distressed for her ins account that had been in operation for two or three years, and only 100,000 could not be tracked.

  Sure enough, there is a natural gap between the number of fans of male celebrities and female celebrities.

  One hundred thousand and several million, it is simply the gap between heaven and earth.

  Should she tell Shanni to buy some zombie fans?

  Lin Anxin also thought about it this way, and didn't really plan to buy zombie fans to fill the storefront.

  She looked left and right, looked up and down, she didn't see what was on Lu Zhiang's Instagram.

  The latest ins is the cover of a new song a few months ago.

   "What the hell?" What does he want her to see?

   Just when Lin Anxin was about to quit, Lu Zhiang’s ins suddenly updated.

   is a black and white picture!

   is a hand, holding a bracelet in the palm of the hand. The pendant of the bracelet is very unique, in the shape of an angel wing.

  The bones of the hand holding the bracelet are distinct, and it is Lu Zhiang's hand at a glance!

  There is also a sentence on it-‘I sometimes really want to become a bird so that I can fly into your heart. ’

  Is this... open confession?

  Lin Anxin's heart palpitated.

  Lu Zhiang’s enthusiastic fans responded much faster than her. Lu Zhiang’s ins was updated in less than a minute, and someone immediately commented below.

  【Front row. Wow, I actually got the first place. 】

  【The boss actually updated the ins, I'm so lucky. 】

  【I also want to become a bird and fly into the heart of the boss. 】

  【Isn't this the line of that movie? 】

   [Could it be that I was the only one to see that the bracelet was a women's style? what's the situation? The boss is simply talking about movies or confession. Why do I feel so ambiguous? 】

  【Go upstairs! The boss must be the ins posted by watching this movie. If he was confessing, I would...a hunger strike in protest! 】

  【Hahaha, I want to be a sensible fan, stay closer to his works, and stay away from life. Even if he really announces his girlfriend someday, I will also wish him well. But I want to send razor blades to that woman, and it will be black for that woman's life from now on! 】

  【Upstairs +1】

  【Upstairs +10086】

  ……

  In just a few minutes, Lu Zhiang’s ins have been reposted over 10,000, and his favorite likes are even hundreds of thousands.

  Lin Anxin was dumbfounded and saw the popularity of the band for the first time.

  Before, she had only heard that Lu Zhiang was very popular when she was chatting with others on the set. She thought it was ordinary and very popular. I didn't expect it to be so popular! This kind of popularity is definitely the top traffic star.

  Lin Anxin was still marveling at Lu Zhiang’s popularity when she heard the buzzing sound of cellphone vibrations.

  She clicked on it, and it was all private messages and Aite.

   is basically telling her that Lu Zhiang has watched her movie.

  Lu Zhiangfa-ins likes her role very much.

  There are also some small fans of Lu Zhiang who sent private messages asking her about her relationship with Lu Zhiang.