Wei Ran became famous at a young age and was known as the pastry chef at the Chinese state banquet at the age of only sixteen. Because of his young age, he was regarded as a group favor by the entire chef circle.

I heard that when he was young, he had come into contact with a mysterious boss who was a master who learned his skills and almost perfectly inherited the master's mantle, especially in state banquet pastries.

Now that he has just become an adult, he has been hired by Qionglou Yuge and has become the chef of the pastry department in one step.

"Yes, Wei Ran." Sister Jiu raised her eyebrows and looked at Jian Shutong, "Don't you admire him very much? She just happened to take this opportunity to find a way to join him. If you can successfully become a disciple, it will also help you attract fans."

Jian Shutong lit a cigarette with a chuckled.

The white jade-like fingers were clamped with the thick cigar, and the circles spit out between the red lips and white teeth seemed out of place with the cheongsam on her body.

She smiled faintly, "I only admire Wei Ran, but I have no intention of taking him as my teacher. After all, he only studies Chinese pastries, and I have no interest in continuing to study Chinese cuisine."

"No matter how exquisite oriental snacks look like that, they are flashy and unreal, how can they compare to the Western palace banquet?"

Sister Jiu twisted the cigarette butt in the ashtray, "That's true."

Jian Shutong quickly finished smoking a whole cigar, and her addiction to smoking was expressed. The cheongsam accompanied by the smell of smoke was extremely incompatible with the character.

"I will arrange some water troops to lead the rhythm on Weibo, so I can take advantage of this hot search to gain some popularity."

"Just think that Qingyue joining can help you bring traffic. After all, she will watch it when she is a lot of fans. You can perform well and try to suck her and Shi Qing'an's fans to your side."

Sister Jiu glanced at Jian Shutong with a slanted eyes. When she said this, she didn't think anything was wrong at all. After all, these methods have been used to promote people over the years, and she has become accustomed to it.

"Yes." Jian Shutong just responded lightly.

...

The verbal war on Weibo is still going on. The navy soldier bought by Jiujie ended up participating in the melee, and Jian Shutong really attracted a lot of fans.

[I want to fight] A fan of a certain actress's family is so disgusting. Her quality is so low that she can't help but criticize people everywhere, and her popularity is corrupt.

[I love hehe] Singers don’t show albums or hold concerts, and they often go to variety shows to make money and fans, and even let their fans come to take advantage of the popularity of my Shutong family. Ihehe.

[Bringing over and ties]? Are you in trouble upstairs? Your face fell to the ground and I stepped on it.

[Zi Xin Mo Yu]???This is obviously our first time in a variety show for Goddess Qingyue. Please find out!

Bo Yucheng looked at the comments on Weibo with a slightly deeper look.

His narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and the dark ink pupils, which were as dark as vaguely painted, suddenly said in a deep voice, "Wen Yue."

"Come to Liao and come to Liao." Wen Le immediately pushed the door and walked into the office.

He smiled and said, "Master Bo, what are your instructions?"

Bo Yucheng glanced at the screen indifferently, with a hint of impatience and anger between his eyebrows, "Treat the Weibo for me."

I was so happy that I slowly made a slight :?

"Weibo?" He took out his phone for no reason and looked down at the recent hot search. "Ah, my goddess Qingyue is going to record a variety show, but I haven't seen any news about Miss Shi."

He thought something happened to Shi Qinglan was posted on Weibo.

Bo Yucheng suddenly raised his eyes, swept at Wen Le with a cold eye, and gritted his teeth sinisterly, "Goddess?"

"Yes, Qingyue is my goddess!" Wen Le didn't notice anything wrong at all, "Master Bo, do you want to listen to her songs? She has a stunning figure and a sexy voice, and she has countless male fans around the world!"

The expression in Bo Yucheng's motto pupils became even colder.

His eyes were locked on Wen Le, "I heard that the suburbs of Xicheng are mining recently, and it seems that a supervisor is needed..."

"Hiss." Wen Le felt a hint of chill behind him. He noticed something seemed to be wrong and took a breath of chill.

He immediately consciously banned his words, "Master Bo, I won't chase stars anymore!"

"Go." Bo Yucheng's cold lips opened, his voice as if he had just been released from the ice cellar.

Wen Le cried and howled, "Ah, I don't want it-"

He heard that mining projects in the suburbs were very difficult, and those absentees crawled out of the hole every day like unemotional coal balls.

"This matter is unanimous, you can get out." Bo Yucheng's voice was extremely cold, and his eyebrows were ruthless.

Wen Le never expected that things would turn out like this.

He obviously went to the office to listen to the instructions, but he didn't know what was going on, so he was thrown into mining first...

Yingying monster Wen Le wiped away tears that did not exist and turned around and left.

Bo Yucheng swept the screen with cold eyes, simply slid the keyboard in front of him, tapped his slender and white fingers quickly, and personally came on stage to clear Qingyue's negative remarks one by one.

Immediately afterwards, the Weibo comment section suddenly became clear...

All the black fans' speeches disappeared bizarrely, and some people even changed to cry after changing the quotation, asking themselves why the large quotation was banned!

"Tsk tsk tsk." Nan Xiyue shook her head lightly.

She was half lying on the bed with a mask on her face, her bathrobe wrapped around her body and her large collarbone, her slender and fair legs overlapped, and her ears were covered with Bluetooth headphones, "Little baby, your husband can do it."

The efficiency of cleaning up black fans is so high that she has disappeared before she even has time to notify the public relations side to take action.

Shi Qinglan's red lips were gently tilted, "Don't shout, I'm not married."

Hearing this, Nan Xiyue raised her eyebrows in surprise, and the mask almost slid off her face. She immediately reached out and patted her cheek.

"The boss hasn't proposed to you yet?"

She was a little confused because she applied a facial mask, "Then he can't do it. If I had to get a marriage certificate to wrap you up first. After all, Qingyue has countless male fans around the world, which is dangerous."

Nan Xiyue already knew about Bo Yucheng's vest, and it was not a secret that Qingyue was Shi Qinglan.

"You must help me keep an eye on Weibo recently."

When she said this, Qinglan was a little annoyed. She frowned slightly, "I had known that my second brother would participate in this variety show, so I would have pushed him if there were any rumors about it, I would have been shaking him!"

Nan Xiyue lightly said, "I didn't expect that your husband would be strict. He wouldn't be like the domineering president in the novel. In the future, you will not be allowed to wear clothes like the domineering president in the award ceremony. If you attend the award ceremony in the future, you will not be allowed to wear any styles of clothes such as strapless, shoulder-shoulder-shoulder-shoulder-shoulder-shoulder-shoulder-shoulder-shoulder-shoulder-shoulder-shoulder-shoulder-shoulder-shoulder-shoulder-shoulder-shoulder-shoulder-shoulder-shoulder-shoulder-shoulder-shoulder-shoulder-shoulder-shoulder-shoulder-shoulder-shoulder-shoulder-shoulder-shoulder-shou

Shi Qinglan: "..." She thought she might have guessed it right.

"Nan Xiyue, you should worry about your marriage!" The girl replied in anger, "The mother and the fetus have been single for 25 years and have not been in a relationship. Are you still laughing at me here?"

Hearing this, Nan Xiyue choked by her instantly.

She rolled her eyes and looked up at the ceiling, "I am single, I am happy to be single, and I will focus on my career. A strong woman like me doesn't need a creature like a man at all!"

Shi Qinglan's red lips were gently tilted, so he didn't believe her nonsense.

Thinking about the time, Nan Xiyue cried every time she got drunk, why no man dared to pursue her? She cried so hard...
Chapter completed!