Jiang Yuzhi doesn't post much on Weibo, and the last Weibo was two years ago when he won the highest award for an international film, and his agent begged him to post it with a dead face.

Two years!

Not a single tweet!

If ordinary artists were like this, Weibo would have grown grass a long time ago.

Unprecedented.

Jiang Yuzhi posted on Weibo, and then posted a news, and went offline after posting.

【...... Annoying】

However, in just half an hour, the number of Weibo retweets has exceeded one million, which is a terrifying speed.

The comments under this Weibo post are also growing at a rate that is visible to the naked eye.

[Jiangjiang family group pet]: ??? What's wrong with you, cub? What does that mean?

[The only officially certified Mrs. Jiang]: Ahhhh

[Cub Brave Fly]: ? Upstairs ID is a bit crazy? Thank you for providing awakening services!

[Jiang Yuzhi or Peking University, I always have to be one]: Who! Which woman got involved with my family's noble and elegant Jiang Gongzi???

[Milk Chocolate]: Upstairs ID? Fork her out for me!!

……

Fu Yue on the other side, who had just been lying down, suddenly heard the prompt sound of her mobile phone, picked up the mobile phone and looked at it, it turned out to be the prompt sound of Weibo, as a diehard fan of Jiang Yuzhi, of course Chu Ran had paid attention to him before.

Fu Yue rarely played with her mobile phone in a hurry, she clicked on the Weibo and glanced at it, and then the corners of her lips twitched.

“……”

Just, just one word?

That's really capricious enough.

I gave him a thumbs up and then forwarded a wave, and by the way, I went to Chaohua to make a card, like an emotionless task machine, Fu Yue turned his head and put down his mobile phone and went to sleep, falling into a dark and sweet dream with a fragrant and soft pillow.

It was so comfortable to sleep.

She never wanted to be separated from her bed again.

*

This Saturday.

Fu Yue finally came out of the state of being stuck in the laboratory, because she was going to make up for Fu Qingshen's child today, since she promised Mrs. Fu, she could never break her word.

After all, for the money.

She changed out of the white coat and took a random shirt from her closet to change into, and she couldn't go wrong with the shirt and black pants.

Since she is going to make up for class, Fu Yue naturally won't wear bells and whistles like a butterfly.

Fu Qingshen's family lives in a high-end villa area not far from Imperial Capital University, and Fu Yue walked over it, and it took about ten minutes to arrive, which was quite convenient.

Just arrived at Fu Qingshen's house.

Pushing open the door of his bedroom, Fu Yue was unsurprised to find that the dead child stayed in the room and played games until he flew up again, and he was almost in the sky.

Fu Yue: "...... Get up for class. ”

It's already nine o'clock in the morning, Fu Qingshen hasn't gotten up yet, he woke up, wrapped in the quilt and stayed in the quilt like a little idiot who played games and went crazy.

When he silently complained about Fu Qingshen in his heart, Fu Yue completely forgot what he used to be like.

Heard Fu Yue's voice.

Fu Qing raised his eyes lazily, and because of this, Fu Yue also saw the other party's beautiful and slightly soft face, a little feminine, and the facial lines were all exquisite.

The child is probably of mixed race, his hair is flaxen, with some natural curls, and at this time the broken hair is messily attached to the white forehead, which makes him soft and beautiful.