The page displayed on the screen is the backend interface of the Weibo post Gu Qiusha's pseudonym "Qiushan".

Little Crow is helping Qianshan reply to private messages to fans.

Not to mention, the tone is really vivid, and I can't tell that it is a bird's reply—

"Thank you for your liking, I will draw more attentively."

"Thank you for your support, see you tomorrow night."

"Thank you for your reward, good night, baby Silver Leader!"

Fuxiqin: "Damn it, Brother Jin, you are a big man, who speaks like a woman. Are you embarrassed?"

"Why? Men can't be tender and tender? Besides, I'm now helping the shining shirt. I'm so harsh and angrily that the girl is scared, are you responsible?"

"It turns out that tonight's evidence was thrown out on Weibo and compared pictures, and the green tea vest of Gu Shiyin was defeated step by step. Is it you, brother?"

"Of course, otherwise Gu Qiusha would be addicted to painting, so there would be no such thing as Weibo in the world? Her fans have exceeded 100 million. Of course, there must be a professional bird to take care of her."

"Brother Jin, I think you are quite v587!"

"On average, this crow is only responsible for typing. It is all ordered by his ancestors!"

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Fuxiqin couldn't help but secretly glance at the little woman who was on a video call with Bo Gucheng.

A sweet smile rose on her lips.

Who would have thought that such a innocent little woman was a fairy boss who could control everything behind the scenes and destroy the enemy while talking and laughing?

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When he woke up, Gu Qiusha's fans exceeded 100 million, but they were already close to 200 million.

This is a grand occasion that Penguin Reading has never seen before. Even the celebrity boss on Weibo, only the legendary actress Yun Qiao, who had more than 200 million fans.

A little painter actually has the momentum of running side by side with the actress queen?

For a moment, all the people were trying their best to find out what the light shirt of the hand was and whether there were any capital bosses behind it.

While serving Nangong Mo to drink tea, Fang Yumei looked for an opportunity to mention it: "Second Master, didn't you ask Ma Qie to transfer the shallow shirt to you before? Mr. Ma said he couldn't make the decision, and the phone he gave him couldn't find the person and the location could not be found?"

"Yes." Nangong Mo held an architectural drawing in his hand, staring blankly and responded casually.

Fang Yumei continued to flatter, "I heard that a tarot card master was very good at attending the celebrity cocktail party that day. I found him online and spent Shigeon to ask him to calculate it once. As a result, he really calculated it. The man in the shallow shirt is in the southernmost part of the empire, and it should be around Qingcheng!"

She said as if she offered treasure.

Only by currying favor with Nangong Mo can she stand out in the future.

After that night's celebrity reception, she deeply felt the huge gap between herself and the famous socialites of aristocratic families. If Nangong Mo could admit that she was a temporary girlfriend, not a maid, she would be proud in the socialite circle in the future.

Especially if you can stomp hard on the two hateful little bitches Xing Yue and Xi Zuer!

So she tried her best to do what she liked and found a tarot master to tell fortunes.

I thought Nangong Mo would praise her or reward her.

Who knows.

Nangong Mo just said coldly: "To this extent, you still need a Tarot card? Her collection account is an anonymous escrow account opened by Qingcheng Bank, which is not a difficult task to check."

What?

The Fourth Master had known it a long time ago?

Damn it, the Tarot master should be able to calculate the scope of the Kuishang Family more accurately.

Fang Yumei regretted it in her heart.
Chapter completed!