Mang Mi Ma's Nephew Is In Love With The President, The Little Thing Is Crazy

Zhuo Le opened the backstage of his official account and handed the phone to Bai Lu.

Bai Lu only felt that the moment Zhuo Le looked at her just now, he was stunned for a while, and felt that no matter what he did, it was worth it.

As long as she was in the same room as Zhuo Le, there was a fragrance that tempted her.

As soon as I smell this aroma, I can't stop secreting dopamine.

This kind of taste, which belongs to Zhuole, makes her happy and comfortable.

Especially when the four eyes met, she could barely restrain herself and wanted to pounce on her.

Fortunately, this stinky brother was not sent by her enemies, otherwise she would have to disarm and surrender.

Now that there are other people present, he can only refrain from looking at Zhuo Le's gaze in order to speak well.

She looked at her toes and said, "In fact, accounts like you, which are basically live fans, are extremely rare, and tens of millions of people will buy fans."

Hearing Zhuo Le's response, she continued: "Tomorrow I will arrange to help you set up a fan support club and an official fan group, and you will never be caught off guard by black fans again."

Zhuo Le asked her, "So, what do you need me to do?" "

You just usually take pictures and cooperate with the group management to do fan activities."

Don't just pull people into the group, liking you is conditional.

Just like looking for a job interview, there will be managers who will screen resumes before you can join, of course, you don't need to be distracted, I will arrange it.

After listening to her, Zhuo Le felt a sense of gratitude in his heart, he was able to think so much about him, and he really put his heart into it.

Bai Lu gave him the feeling that he didn't just want to be close to him like other sisters.

I should thank her well.

Bai Lu gave him some advice, "You have to make it clear to the brokerage company, don't give you endorsements casually, and don't cut vermicelli leeks, because all the people who can be cut are true love fans, don't."

Zhuo Le immediately called Director Chen's assistant and told her what he requested.

At night, he sent Bai Lu back to the hotel.

The lights outside the heartbeat hut reflected the figures of the two of them side by side.

Bai Lu looked around and observed, there was no one around, and gradually slowed down.

Quietly stretched his left hand forward and hooked the little finger of Zhuo Le's right hand with his little thumb.

Zhuo Le smiled knowingly, did not evade, and slowed down to cooperate with her.

They walked quietly like this, tacitly understanding that they didn't speak, not wanting to break the silence.

Since Bai Lu became famous, her life has been chaotic, and she can't remember how many years she hasn't had such a peace.

couldn't bear it anymore, and the two approached the hotel step by step.

Zhuo Le suddenly stopped, leaning slightly to the right, staring at Bai Lu.

"Sister Bai Lu, thank you for today's events, except for my uncle, you are the first person who cares so much for me, thank you.

Bai Lu looked at him, although they had just met, they felt like they had known each other for a long time.

I have the impression that Zhuo Le rarely speaks such long sentences.

It seems that in his heart, he is not vinegar for making dumplings, not autumn pants in autumn, not dispensable in his imagination.

Suddenly he became happy, and the corners of his mouth rose and asked Zhuo Le, "How do you want to thank me."

Zhuo Le put her body facing him, and seeing that she did not resist, he leaned closer, wanting to leave a kiss on her cheek.

I never thought that she would catch up.

So, guided by her, the two stumbled and hid behind the pillar.

Everything was different from what Zhuo Le expected.

The kiss became very long, very long....

By the time we parted, it was almost 11 o'clock at night.

Zhuo Le walked back to Morandi and found that in addition to the accumulation of yin qi to 87, there seemed to be something more in his heart.

This made him a little flustered, hazy, and unsure after being single for two lifetimes.

When I woke up the next day, I saw a message from Bai Lu.

His fan base already has 370,000 people, and the numbers are refreshing every minute.

Fans are broadly divided into three categories.

The first category is rich and idle mother fans and aunt fans.

Undoubtedly, they should also be the highest-status existence in the fan base.

They have enough strength to follow idols.

Encourage him anytime and anywhere to help him get better resources and connections.

What Zhuo Le didn't expect was that this kind of fans accounted for half of his fan base.

You must know that this high proportion is terrifying, and the proportion of fans like other idols cannot reach one-tenth.

Bai Lu ridiculed him for being a rich woman's cultivated idol.

The second category is true love fans who have no money and time.

This kind of fan is also the main anti-black force that Zhuo Le needs most now.

In the future, I can help him do video rankings, vote, retouch, and even stay up late to do marketing for him.

They and the first type of fans are die-hard fans.

The third category, most of which are loose powder for office workers.

They may not have the time or energy to keep an eye on their idols.

But Zhuole is the existence of centripetal force in their hearts.

Zhuo Le opened his account and looked at it.

It's not yet 10 a.m.

Yesterday, I said that my uncle had a black heart and made money by using students, but all of them were washed away by the love of fans.

Even a black fan just sent a message, and it was instantly submerged by tens of thousands of people, organized and disciplined.

Bad speech simply can't be scaled.

When I woke up, there was good news that made Zhuo Le feel good.

I made an appointment with Bai Lu, and after today's shooting, we will have supper together.

Today is the first two-way invitation and one-on-one date day for Sister Yang and Uncle Yang.

He was still a little uneasy.

It's better to go over and take a look, the main line of eating melons is really fragrant.

Turning over and getting out of bed, he washed up while habitually opening the system attribute bar.

[Name: Zhuo Le

] [Age: 18 years old

] [Height: 175cm

] [Weight: 60kg

] [Binding System: Succubus System System] [Succubus Level: 1] [Succubus Experience Value: 87/100

] [Succubus Skill:

The opposite sex has a fatal attraction, blood can sexually enslave the opposite sex, Camouflage]

[

Succubus characteristics: delicate body, fair and silky skin, perfect body appearance. [

Succubus Weakness: Yin Qi as the Source of Life

] [Popularity: 1398267

] [Talent Skills: Proficient in Chinese Dialects, Song God Singing Skills, Huaguo Wrestling King, Piano Master]

That's it, he didn't dare to exchange anything in the mall.

I still have to find a way to increase my popularity.

Zhuo Le looked at his system stat value, and then turned up his pajamas to look at his folded belly.

He hopes that after the upgrade, he won't have to be so scared every day, he just wants to live well.

Maybe you will have a chance to be happy.

I can't help but think of the scene last night.

Summer night, the breeze with the chirping of cicadas, ignorant hearts, warm lips.

After thinking about it for a long time, my mind was withdrawn, and I came back to my senses before I put down the pillow that I was holding tightly.

When I saw that I forgot to close the system attribute bar, I couldn't help but think.

If you get kissed again today, you can upgrade it.

The mystery of what it will look like after the upgrade is revealed.