And the postscript: "Thank you for your approval of Senior Qiong Meng. I am flattered. I will definitely live up to my expectations."

As soon as this statement was made, Weibo was completely exploded.

Qiong Meng is a celebrity writer herself, and she has her own popularity.

The Zhalang broke out several times before he returned to normal.

Many people left messages on Mu Qingli’s Weibo.

"Don't live up to expectations? Haha, wait for a slap in the face."

"My God, why do I feel so narcissistic?"

"Search taken and saved, waiting for a slap in the face."

"Play Jun Jiuge well? Live up to expectations? Do you understand Jun Jiuge? Have you read the original work? It's so shameless!"

“…”

Facts are better than words, and Mu Qingli is too lazy to respond more. After she tagged Qiongmeng, she turned off her phone and continued to remove her makeup.

When she went back, Fei Yin sent her back.

"Uncle Qi, "The Empress" will be aired at 8:00 tonight." After all, it is the first TV series in his life, and Mu Qingli is still a little excited, so after seeing Fu Lanshen, he couldn't wait to share it with him.

Fu Lanshen nodded slightly, "Well, I know." So he even prepared the projector and was ready to share it with everyone.

"How did you know?" Mu Qingli asked curiously.

Fu Lanshen said: "I've read your Weibo."

Mu Qingli said in surprise: "So Uncle Qi, do you also play on Weibo? I thought that older people like you don't play with these things?"

An older person?

The expression on Fu Lanshen's face frozen in this moment.

"Am I so old?" Fu Lanshen turned his eyes slightly and looked at her with a grim look.

Are you still old when you are twenty-eight?

She is only seventeen this year.

The difference between the eleven years old.

Although I thought so in my heart, Mu Qingli still had a strong desire to survive and said, "Ah no! You are not old at all, you are very young! It's my tongue that was wrong..."

Hearing this, Fu Lanshen's expression looked a little better, "I made fruit fish, do you want to eat it?"

"You want it!" Mu Qingli nodded, "Where is it, I'll get it."

"I'll go." Fu Lan stood up lightly and walked towards the kitchen.

After a while, Fu Lanshen walked out of the kitchen with fruit scooped.

There are a lot of cut fruit in the fruit fishing.

Mango, strawberries, kiwis, pitted lychees, and even pitted pomegranate seeds, one spoonful at a time, the cold is so cool that it is so cool.

Mu Qingli took the fruit fishing, "Thank you, Uncle Qi, by the way, what is your Weibo account? We are in contact with each other."

Fu Lanshen continued: "I have followed you. Give me your phone and I'll get the account."

Mu Qingli handed him the phone casually, "The password is 5609."

This is a string of numbers she pressed casually, and it has no special meaning.

Fu Lanshen took the phone, logged onto Mu Qingli's Weibo, entered his account, clicked to follow, and then returned the phone to Mu Qingli, "The Weibo account is my name."

"Okay." Mu Qingli nodded.

**

On the other side.

Xiao Ai did not go to the crew today.

Instead, they asked Bai Huashang to take a hot spring bath together. The two of them were wearing yukatas and sat in the pond, chatting about interesting things from the past, with smiles on their faces.

Suddenly, Xiao Ai changed the subject and said, "Sister Hua Shang, how long have we known Wen Lan?"

Bai Huashang frowned slightly, "You said Lanlan?"

Xiao Ai nodded, "Yes."

Bai Huashang smiled and said, "Lanlan is twenty years old this year, and we have known her for twenty years. Speaking of which, we both watched Lanlan grow up."
Chapter completed!