"Jack, he's never been so excited. It seems that you really suit his heart. He's one of the best golden song writers in China, and I'm here. You'll definitely get a fire in the entertainment industry."
Pei Ximian said well, he was not very interested.
Fire and no fire are not so important to him.
Pei Ximian took out his mobile phone and took a look. It's already more than five o'clock. Qingqing should be almost off work at this time.
After thinking about it, he dialed Shen Wanqing, and it was soon connected.
"Hello, Qingqing?"
Tang mu, who was driving in front, could clearly feel Pei Ximian's tone and expression. In a moment, he became gentle and clever, which was completely different from the unusually indifferent teenager in the recording studio.
Pei Ximian gently sipped his lips and drooped his eyelashes. He gently asked, "it's nothing. Just want to know Qingqing, are you off work now?"
"It's off work. I'm home."
Hearing the speech, Pei Ximian's long eyelashes trembled. He hurriedly said, "have a good rest first. I'll be back soon. When I come back, I'll cook for you."
Shen Wanqing lay on the sofa and smiled, "no, I'll cook today. Didn't you follow Tang Mu to the studio today? It's only over now. It should be very hard. So let me do the cooking."
"But..." Pei Ximian frowned slightly.
"Why, I'm afraid that my cooking is not delicious and dislikes me?" Shen Wanqing lazily picked one eyebrow.
Pei Ximian's fingertips curled up. He shook his head and pursed his red lips: "no... it's not..."
"Well, I'm going to cook. Remember to come back." Shen Wanqing smiled lazily and hung up the phone.
Pei Ximian put down his cell phone and looked out of the window.
The car quieted down at once.
Tang mu, who has always been silent and quiet, had to bow down to Pei Ximian when he met him. He coughed and Pei Ximian looked up at him coldly.
Tang Mu said, "do you have a microblog?"
Pei Ximian thought for a moment and nodded: "yes, my former agent registered one for me."
"A microblog account has been thinking for so long? Has it been useless?"
"HMM." Pei Ximian pursed his lips and looked very cold.
Tang Mu looked at Pei Ximian with an expressionless face and felt that the whole person was powerless. He then said, "later, you will give me your mobile phone and I will help you re authenticate your microblog number. After all, you are no longer a star language person, but a Sinovel person."
"OK."
Tang Mu parked the car aside. He looked sideways at Pei Ximian in the back seat, "mobile phone."
Pei Ximian casually handed Tang Mu his mobile phone. Tang Mu opened his mobile phone and took a look. Without looking carefully at other people's desktop, he directly clicked into the microblog.
After clicking into the microblog, he found that the microblog account had long been offline because he had not logged in for a long time.
After a few minutes, finally boarded the microblog.
But Tang Mu was stunned.
This phone is fine. Why does it suddenly get stuck?
Tang Mu had no choice but to forcibly turn off his mobile phone.
After starting up again, I entered the microblog. This time, there was nothing.
Tang Mu helped Pei Ximian re authenticate his identity information. He returned to the home page to see if there was any error. As a result, he saw the number of Pei Ximian's fans, and the whole person was shocked.
Five... Five million two hundred thousand fans?!
Tang Mu turned in surprise and asked Pei Ximian, "did you buy this number of fans?"