Employment Guide For Professional Fans

Chapter 27 Confiscated Accounts and Xiaoyu

"What are you doing?"

Just as I was indulging in this pot of delicious chicken soup I made, my phone was suddenly pulled away from behind by a pair of hands.

I turned my head and saw that Song Pianran came out after putting on makeup. He was wearing a tailored black suit with wide shoulders and narrow waist. He was standing tall and straight on the stairs behind me, holding my Mobile phone, squinting to read the words on the screen carefully.

I was shocked, the hairs all over my body stood on end, I jumped up in fright, and Qi Guoqing on my lap rolled down the stairs.

"The only one I think and love is him..." Song Pianran let it go, and even read it out loudly.

——What kind of experience is it like to be seen and read aloud by steaming a small fan circle essay that confesses to an idol?

——It's like when you are deeply intoxicated in an elegant concert, you are suddenly stripped naked, only a rainbow boxer is left on your body, and you are forced to run around the venue three times, with four engraved on your back. The big characters are not "serving the country with loyalty", but "I am a fool".

"Hey, Qi Xiaoyu, are you hiding here to write love poems?"

He raised his brows slantingly, and my unsatisfied little heart fell ill again, beating wildly twice, subconsciously retorted: "I didn't! No...you give me your phone!"

"Let me see who you wrote to." He stretched out his arm, and I couldn't reach it no matter how hard I grabbed it, "Aite——Song, Pian, Ran."

As if struck by lightning, I maintained a weird shape of stretching my neck on tiptoe.

The last piece of rainbow boxer briefs that concealed her shame was also stripped clean.

He approached me with a smiling face showing eight big white teeth, and asked, "Excuse me, who is Song Pianran?"

I smiled stiffly.

He stretched out another finger and pointed at his nose, his eyes widened with a surprised expression: "It can't be me?"

I laughed dryly and explained: "I'm working, working."

He smiled happily: "Your job is to think about me and love me?"

Working beside him for two years, I have cultivated to be a great actor.

His brows frowned slightly, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and his tone was sincere and sincere: "I am an employee and you are the boss. I think about you and love you all the time. I think it's just a conceived idea. I hope you will shine brightly in the stars." !Love is the love of admiration, my admiration for you is really like a deep imprint in my heart!"

He nodded solemnly.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

This wave is already very good, try your best.

"What about this?"

He stared at the screen and tilted his head, his small face was full of great doubts, and he recited affectionately: "There is nothing in his body that is not delicate, he is noble like a god, and the world kneels at his feet and begs for his mercy." I ask the sky and the earth, and then I ask myself, what is the meaning of life without Song Pianran! Song Pianran, you might as well kill me if you don’t marry me!"

This is a daily routine of blowing rainbow farts with my eyes closed yesterday.

Yesterday, I would not have expected that the beautiful rainbow would turn into lightning and thunder. I was hit in the head and my brain crashed.

Song Pianran shook the phone at me with a nasty smile that succeeded in a prank.

I slowly came back to my senses, the tears of shame and remorse had silently flowed dry in my heart.

Youyou heaven, how thin you are to me!

He asked: "Is this also the conceived thought, the love of admiration?"

Sadness flows against the sea.

I replied in grief: "It's wishful thinking, love that doesn't know self-love."

Qi Yu, an old drama player, was solo killed by Song Pianran, a fresh meat in a vase.

I lowered my head and said with a serious tone: "I was wrong, I was really wrong, I was so stupid, really."

——I was wrong. I should have gone back to my hometown to take the civil servant exam. Now I have two children.

——I'm so stupid, how could I find such a job that doesn't even have five insurances and one housing fund after I have a 985 master's degree?

Thinking of this, I can't help but feel sad, it's really deserted.

"Where did you go wrong?"

"..."

Where am I going wrong?I just don't know where I went wrong!

It's really miserable.

"It's not wishful thinking, nor is it love that doesn't know self-love."

Such a sentence came from the top of the head.

"what?"

I raised my head abruptly, just in time to meet Song Pianran's gaze, and he turned his head unnaturally.

This makeup artist is not good enough, why did she paint Song Pianran's ears so red.

"Hahaha!" He turned his head and gave me a vicious look, "Why is the mouth so big? Imitating a hippopotamus?"

"Oh."

I quickly closed my mouth.

he:"……"

I:"?"

He: "Do you understand what I mean?"

I don't understand if I understand, but I still have to pretend to understand, so I nodded.

Him: "Huh?"

I quickly shook my head again, stood on tiptoe and brought one ear up.

Be respectful and listen to the teachings.

He breathed a sigh of relief, put one hand in his pocket, and tugged at the tie around his neck with the other.

"It means that you can continue to imagine me and love me, I allow it, yes."

He bent down, grabbed my ear, and shouted loudly: "Do you understand this time?"

This time I really understand.

Thinking is imagined thinking, not wishful thinking; love is the love of admiration, not ignorant self-love.

A Q version of Song Pianran popped up in my mind, wearing a little swan suit, fluttering around with wings.

The little swan Song Pianran curled her lips, her wings drooped limply on the ground, and muttered aggrievedly: "What's so good about being a civil servant, what's so good about having two children, what's so good about five social insurance and one housing fund!"

——There is nothing good about these, Song Pianran is the best.

Song Pianran, the little swan, flew away happily, and with a wave of her wings, clusters of small lemon-yellow bubbles were set off.

"Stupid to die."

This time it was not the little swan Song Pianran who spoke, but the big devil Song Pianran in a black suit.

He crossed his arms and looked at me condescendingly: "What are you laughing at?"

When I touched my face, the corners of my mouth were almost grinning to the base of my ears.

"It's ugly." Song Pianran concluded.

What about me?Aren't you laughing a lot yourself? !

"From now on, your Weibo account will be checked by me every day."

He covered his mouth with his hands, and laughed twice.

"what?"

"Ah what?" Song Pianran tapped my phone on my head, "Confiscated!"

I covered my head and looked at him silently, trying to send out light waves of begging to influence him.

Although this is a job account for professional fans, for convenience, I used this account to secretly follow a lot of girl group girls and sisters!I also quietly paid attention to many dating websites such as True Love Network and Lotus Network!

"What are you looking at? Are you not happy?"

Begging for light waves to fail.

"I-I-I-I-"

I struggled with making up a reason to fool him.

"What are you?"

"I need privacy too!"

I can only come up with the most outdated reason in human history.

I glanced at him, unsure.

"What privacy?" He put the phone back into my hand and flicked it on my forehead, "You are also confiscated."

The author has something to say

As the No. 1 mother of Qi Xiaoyu, I personally agree to pass the "Proposal for Confiscation of Qi Xiaoyu".

All participants are invited to speak actively and express their opinions.

If you agree, please deduct 1, if you disagree, please deduct 2.

Those who agree will get X10 dog food and X10 sugar; those who disagree will get X10 for Song Pianran's taunt and Song Wuyi's kick for X10.