Wei Ran became famous when he was young, and he was only sixteen when he was known as the pastry chef of China National Banquet. Because of his young age, he was regarded as a group favorite by the whole chef circle.

I heard that when he was young, he had come into contact with a mysterious big man who worshipped him as a teacher for his craftsmanship, and almost perfectly inherited his mantle, especially in the state banquet cakes.

Now he was hired directly by Qionglou Yuge when he was just an adult, and he became the head chef of the pastry department.

"Yes, Wei Ran." Jiu Jie raised her eyebrows and looked at Jian Shutong, "Don't you admire him very much? It happens to take this opportunity to find a way to connect with him. If you can succeed in apprenticeship, it will also help you attract fans."

Jian Shutong smiled lightly and lit a cigarette.

The thick cigar was held between her white jade fingers, and the eye circles between her red lips and white teeth looked out of tune with her cheongsam.

She smiled faintly, "I only adore Wei Ran, but I have no plan to worship him as a teacher. After all, he only studies Chinese pastries, and I have no interest in continuing to study Chinese food."

"No matter how exquisite the oriental dim sum is, it looks like that, flashy and not real. How can the quality compare to the western state banquet?

Jiu Jie wiped out the cigarette butts in the ashtray, "That's true."

Jian Shutong quickly finished smoking the whole cigar, and his addiction to cigarettes was expressed. The cheongsam with the smell of smoke was extremely unsuitable for the human setting.

"On Weibo, I will arrange some more navy band rhythms, and take advantage of this wave of hot searches to catch up on the popularity."

"You can act as if Qingyue joins to help you drive traffic. After all, she has a lot of fans who will watch it. You should behave well and try to attract her and Shi Qingan's fans to your side."

Jiu Jie squinted at Jian Shutong, she didn't feel anything wrong when she said these words, after all, she used these methods to promote people these years, and she has become accustomed to this.

"Yeah." Jian Shutong just responded lightly.

...

The scolding war on Weibo is still going on. The navy bought by the nine sisters ended up participating in the melee, and Jian Shutong really attracted a lot of fans.

[I want to fight] The fans of a certain actress's family are really disgusting. They are so low in quality that they can't help spray people everywhere, and their popularity is ruined.

[I love ha ha] If the singer doesn’t release an album, he doesn’t hold a concert, so he always goes to participate in variety shows to make money and fans, and I let my fans come to rub the heat of my home.

[Back to the back and bind] Are you there? Are you upstairs? You fell to the ground and I stepped on it.

[Purple Heart Moyu]? ? ? This is obviously the first time our goddess Qingyue has participated in a variety show, so please find out!

Bo Yucheng looked at these comments on Weibo with a deep gaze.

His long and narrow eyes were slightly narrowed, and there was a cold light in the black ink pupils, and he said in a deep voice, "Well of music."

"Come to Liao, come to Liao." Wen Le pushed the door and walked into the office.

He smiled hippiely, "Boy, what do you want?"

Bo Yucheng glanced at the screen indifferently, with a little impatience and anger between his brows, "Take me out of Weibo."

Wen Le is unknown, so he slowly typed one:?

"Weibo?" He took out his mobile phone inexplicably, and looked down the most recent hot search, "Ah, my goddess Qingyue is going to record a variety show, but I haven't seen any news about Miss Shi."

He thought what happened to Shi Qinglan being hung up on Weibo.

Bo Yucheng suddenly raised his eyes, swept over Wen Le with a cold eye, gritted his teeth and said, "Goddess?"

"Yes, Qingyue is my goddess!" Wen Le didn't notice anything wrong, "Boy, do you want to listen to her songs? She has a thief, a great voice and a **** voice, and countless male fans around the world!"

The look in Bo Yucheng's ink pupil was even colder.

He locked his eyes tightly on Wen Le, "I heard that mining is currently taking place on the outskirts of Xicheng. It seems that a supervisor is needed..."

"Hiss." Wen Le felt the slight coolness behind him, he noticed something wrong, and took a breath.

He immediately consciously silenced, "Boy, I won't chase stars!"

"You go." Bo Yucheng's lips lightly opened, his voice was as cold as if he had just been released from the ice cellar.

The ghost cried and howled, "Ah, I don't want—"

He heard that the mining projects in the suburbs are difficult, and those absenteeism climb out of the hole every day like briquettes of unrequited emotion.

"There is no discussion about this matter, you can get out." Bo Yucheng's voice was extremely cold, and his eyebrows were indifferent and merciless.

Wen Le never expected that things would turn out to be like this.

He obviously came into the office to listen to instructions, but he didn't know what was going on, so he was thrown away for mining first...

Weiyi blamed Wenle and turned and left with tears that did not exist.

Bo Yucheng scanned the screen with cold eyes, and simply slid the keyboard in front of him, tapping quickly with his slender and white fingers, and personally went to the court to clear up those negative remarks made by Qingyue.

Immediately after that, the Weibo comment area was suddenly clear...

All the black powder's speeches disappeared bizarrely, and some even changed their trumpets to cry, asking themselves why the trumpet was muted!

"Tsk tusk." Nan Xiyue shook her head lightly.

She was half lying on the bed with a mask on, her bathrobe wrapped around her body to reveal a large clavicle, her slender and white legs overlapped, and a Bluetooth headset hung on her ears, "My dear, your husband is fine."

The efficiency of cleaning up black powder was so high that she was gone before she even had time to notify the public relations side.

Shi Qinglan curled her red lips lightly, "Don't shout, you're not married yet."

Upon hearing this, Nan Xiyue raised her eyebrows in surprise, and the mask almost slipped off her face. She immediately reached out and patted her cheek.

"The boss hasn't proposed to you yet?"

She was a little slurred because of the mask, "Then he can't, I must first get a marriage certificate to encircle you. After all, Qingyue has countless male fans all over the world, it's dangerous."

Nan Xiyue already knew about Bo Yucheng taking off her vest, and it was not a secret to him that it was Shi Qinglan that Qingyue was.

"You must help me stare at the public opinion on Weibo recently."

Qinglan was a little annoyed when she said this, her eyebrows frowned, "I had known that my second brother was going to participate in this variety show, so I pushed him, if there is a scandal again, I will kill him!"

Nan Xiyue tweeted softly, "I didn't expect you to be a strict husband. He wouldn't be like the overbearing president in the novel. In the future, when you participate in the award ceremony, you are not allowed to wear such styles as tube top, strapless and backless. Clothes..."

Shi Qinglan: "..." She thought she might be right.

"Nan Xiyue, you should worry about your marital affairs!" The girl replied angrily, "Mother and child have not been in love for 25 years, are you still laughing at me here?"

Hearing that, Nan Xiyue was choked by her instantly.

She rolled her eyes and looked up at the ceiling, "I am single and I am happy. Besides, I focus on my career. A strong woman like me doesn't need a creature like a man at all!"

Shi Qinglan's red lips curled lightly before she didn't believe her nonsense.

At the beginning, Nan Xiyue would cry every time she was drunk, why no man would dare to pursue her, so she cried so much.

Shi Qinglan thought about it, and a small light bulb suddenly lit up in her head, and a sly flash in her eyes, "I suddenly remembered...My two brothers are single."