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

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

In this part, the income is stable and the spending power is high.

Of course, the depowdering speed is also quite fast.

Not long after Jiang Fanxing's Weibo was posted, the number of Weibo fans decreased by 200,000.

Song Zheng had no idea in advance that she would suddenly make it public, and her phone had already been blown up by the media who asked for it.

For an entire afternoon, she hadn't heard a phone call.

The same words, explained over and over again.

Thirsty.

When she finally turned off the phone and sat down to drink a glass of water, she was told that Jiang Fanxing's Weibo followers were decreasing at an unprecedented rate.

She almost wanted to drag Jiang Fanxing over and beat him hard.

Of course, she was just thinking about it.

Don't dare.

"Where is she now?" Song Zheng endured his temper and asked Mu Qibao.

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

"Isn't it her assistant? How can I not know anything! ”

Mu Qibao, "......"

I can't afford to provoke it, so I can't hide it.

"Well, I'll give her a call and ask!" A smear of oil on the soles of his feet, and he slipped away.

Song Zheng gritted his teeth.

"Sister! It's coming! ”

As soon as Mu Qibao walked to the door, he bumped into Jiang Fanxing.

Jiang Fanxing nodded, glanced at Song Zheng inside, and asked with his eyes: How is it?

Mu Qibao: The fried chicken is angry, and it's about to explode!

Jiang Fanxing, "......"

Jiang Fanxing snorted and walked in.

With a flattering face, "Sister Zheng...... Do you want to drink coffee? ”

He raised the coffee bag in his hand.

Intense coffee aroma with a fragrant aroma.

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

Jiang Fanxing, "...... Yes, yes, yes! ”

"Huh!" Song Zheng turned his head and pointed the back of his head at her, "Mrs. Huo, what are you doing!" ”

"It's nothing, I just want to have a coffee." Jiang Fanxing put the coffee in front of Song Zheng, "Give me some face, taste it, it's delicious." ”

Song Zheng still ignored her.

Don't dare to beat, you can't lose your temper!

Jiang Fanxing and Mu Qibao glanced at each other, stuck out their tongues, "Favorite American, really don't drink it?" ”

Song Zheng, "......"

"And my favorite cheesecake." Jiang Fanxing took out another box of beautifully packaged cakes and put them in front of Song Zheng.

"Eat some! After eating, I have the strength to continue answering the phone. ”

Song Zheng, "......"

Don't eat for nothing, don't eat!

She's rich anyway!

It's Mrs. Huo again.

"Do it, sooner or later I will be killed." Song Zheng took the coffee and cake and glared at Jiang Fanxing fiercely.

Of course, she was limited to daring to stare at Jiang Fanxing.

"No, no, no, I have my husband's protection, my protection."

Jiang Fanxing, "Boom." ”

Jiang Fanxing smiled brightly, "Drink it!" ”

Song Zheng sighed and took a sip of coffee.

Well, it's fragrant and mellow, and the taste is really good.

"Why is it suddenly public?"

"There is no such thing as a good thing. Didn't you see someone on the Internet breaking the news that I was pregnant? Just admit it. It's not my style. ”

"Then just expose my husband's identity."

“…… No way. ”

"What about the style that says it's good to hide and hide it?" Song Zheng was disdainful.