Chapter 101 The face-slapping drama begins (please ask for votes)

  The next morning, Ruan Qi opened Weibo, and tens of thousands of messages flooded her palms.

The topic of   #林健阮柒# hung on the hot search all night. Fans of Lin Jian were very angry and thought that this hot search was deliberately bought by Ruan Qi in order to keep up with Lin Jian's popularity.

  Many irrational fans went to Ruan Qi’s Weibo to swear. Ruan Qi’s fans are small, but they are noisy. They can only be beaten by Lin Jian’s fans.

  Ruan Qi casually clicked on a few private messages cursing her, and his eyes darkened when he saw the words involving family members in them.

  Baby Barley makes breakfast and walks in with the dried clothes.

  It twisted its head and glanced at the phone, Ruan Qi, the display on his chest flashed.

   "Dad, you are in a bad mood." Baby Barley said milkily.

  Ruan Qi put down the phone, looked at it with his chin, and said with a smile, "Yes, someone scolded my mother."

  "Dad’s mom is grandma." Baby Barley threw her clothes on the bed, and the manipulator clicked madly on the display, "Which little calf doesn't want to live anymore! This baby gave him a colorful bang!"

  Ruan Qi: "The colorful bangs are no longer needed. Come here, Barley, and there is a task for you."

  —*—*—

  At 8:30 in the morning, Ruan Qi arrived on the crew on time.

  She walked in all the way, and the crew cast strange eyes.

   "This group of foolish people," Bai Li chuckled as she sat cross-legged in the system, "It seems that no matter which plane you are in, there will be some people who listen to the wind or the rain, and have no judgment at all."

  Ruan Qi's complexion was as usual, and he went straight to the dressing room to make-up.

  Not long after, Lin Jian came.

  He greeted everyone in a gentle manner, and he was considerate and polite everywhere.

  Ruan Qi opened his eyes and watched him walk into the dressing room through the mirror.

   "Xiao Ruan, morning." Lin Jian greeted her kindly, as if things on the Internet didn't exist.

  Ruan Qi peach blossom dangled her eyes, showing a sweet smile.

   "Ms. Lin is early."

  Lin Jian calmly observed her expression.

  "Xiao Ruan," he took advantage of the makeup artist to go out to fetch things, and leaned close to Ruan Qi, with an apologetic expression, "I'm sorry about what happened last night. I apologize to you for my fans."

  The white glass in the system spouted out with a mouthful of water.

   "Damn! Push all the mistakes to the fans?! Why is this guy so thick-skinned?!"

  Ruan Qi's expression remained unchanged, and he smiled sweetly: "Mr. Lin doesn't need to apologize. Don't do bad things, don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door. I'm fine~"

  Lin Jian smiled softly. He slowly turned his head and looked vaguely at the assistant standing at the door.

  The assistant dropped his hand and made an ‘ok’ gesture.

  ...

  Today, Ruan Qi’s scene is quite heavy, and he has been busy until noon to rest.

  As soon as the director yelled ‘cut’, Shen Wenqian walked over with a calm face.

  "What's wrong with Brother Shen?" Ruan Qi asked.

  Shen Wenqian did not speak, took her to the side, and stuffed her a bottle of mineral water.

"An hour ago, a marketing account posted photos of you two chatting in the dressing room on Weibo. #林健阮柒# also rushed to the second most searched topic. Lin Jian's fans were angry and went crazy on Weibo Square I scold you for being a hot star."

  Ruan Qi took out his mobile phone, clicked on the hot search and looked around.

  Sure enough, they all scolded her.

  Shen Wenqian: "Lin Jian has more than 20 million fans, and his fighting power is extremely impressive. Xiaoqi, don't you let the public relations department take action?"

  Ruan Qi did not speak, she glanced at the time.

  11:40 noon.

  The little girl raised a sweet smile: "Brother Shen, in 20 minutes, I will show you the face-slap-slapped show~"

  　 Ruan Xiaoqi: I haven't slapped my face for several days, rubbing my hands excitedly.

  　　 Author: I haven't slapped my face for several days, rubbing jiojio excitedly.

  　　 Babies, bring the tickets, and I will show you the face-slapped show tomorrow.

  　　

  　

  (End of this chapter)