"What?"
Tang Mu showed Pei Ximian the 5.2 million fans. Pei Ximian was also surprised. He shook his head, "it's not me. I only had a few fans before."
Tang Mu also heard about Pei Ximian. When Xingyu was concerned by his agent, he put all kinds of pressure and robbed resources. He just wanted him to be soft. As a result, Pei Ximian didn't pay any attention to those resources.
If Zhang Li hadn't deliberately robbed Pei Ximian of her resources, even if Pei Ximian played a male number three and a male number four, it would definitely be popular!
As long as the attention is concerned, Pei Ximian's face is here, it can't be fire!
"Is that what your previous agent bought for you?" Tang Mu asked hesitantly.
Talking about Zhang Li, Pei Ximian's eyebrows and eyes were stained with disgust. "It's impossible. She is the last person who wants me to be angry."
Tang Mu thought, "yes. Who is this?"
Pei Ximian's black eyes suddenly flickered.
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When Pei Ximian returned to Repulse Bay, Shen Wanqing had already cooked dinner.
After entering, Pei Ximian went to the kitchen and found Shen Wanqing. He clings to the woman's body from behind, soft and comfortable.
He rubbed the tip of his nose against each other's neck and kissed gently.
Shen Wanqing was just having dinner. He just felt his neck itching.
She couldn't help smiling, "don't... Itch... Itch... Really, don't lick..."
The woman's low and soft smile begged for mercy deepened Pei Ximian's eyes. His dark eyes were calm and collected the slightest palpitation at the bottom of his eyes.
Pei Ximian kissed each other's long neck a few times, leaving a red kiss mark.
Finally, the white and delicate boy rubbed skillfully: "Qingqing, I'm back."
Hearing the speech, Shen Wanqing couldn't help laughing. His beautiful eyebrows and eyes were rippling with a smile like nothing.
"Well, my baby, welcome home."
Pei Ximian couldn't help laughing because of their replies. It's really childish.
Shen Wanqing patted his hand around her waist, "loosen it and go to the table."
"MMM ~ not loose ~" Pei Ximian shook his head.
"Why?"
Pei Ximian's lips were slightly hooked, and the young man's thin and soft crimson lips gently rubbed the root of her ear, and a warm and hoarse voice sounded in her ear:
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"Huh?"
He suggested, "microblog."
Shen Wanqing understood. She lazily picked her eyebrows. "Finally see? How do you like it?"
"I don't like it."
Shen Wanqing's face collapsed.
Seeing this, Pei Ximian smiled and continued: "but I like 520."
He gently rubbed the woman's slender waist line with his fingertips and asked, "when did you do it?"
"It's almost been more than half a month." Shen Wanqing doesn't remember when.
More than half a month
That's almost not long after they first met.
Then, Shen Wanqing went on: "anyway, I'll check you when I get back to the company the next day after I sleep, and then I'll buy you a batch of zombie powder."
Shen Wanqing's words were justified. After that, he patted Pei Ximian on the shoulder, "when your new song comes out, there will be no such embarrassment as having only a few fans!"
Her tea eyes were shining, and she seemed to really feel that she had made a very wise decision.
This lovely picture fell into Pei Ximian's eyes, and Pei Ximian couldn't help laughing.
He looked down at Shen Wanqing and kissed each other on the cheek. "Sister is great."