Chapter 65 Your Mumbai

Yun Xiangxiang naturally didn't know that she had been targeted by the big bad wolf. In her opinion, she and Song Mian only got along for a short time.

Song Mian is such a high-ranking person, who has never met anyone, how could he be interested in such a young fruit like her.

She was still filming quietly, and she didn't realize that Song Qian was taking care of her more thoughtfully.

The only difference is that Song Mian is really a grateful person and has a sense of responsibility. He will send her a text message every two days.

Simply asking her about her physical condition, and not saying anything else, made Yun Xiangxiang feel unprepared.

Later, Yun Xiangxiang felt that this was too inconvenient, so he asked Song Mian if he had a wechat. It would be more convenient for them to add a wechat.

In this way, he stepped into Song Mian's trap step by step, but he didn't feel it, and even gradually became a habit of contacting him, and the topic expanded from health...

Six days later, Yun Xiangxiang successfully completed the filming. Her efforts were noticed by the entire crew. Lin Jialiang specially organized a finale banquet for her. All the leading actors were present, which gave her a lot of face.

Yun Xiangxiang took a group photo with a group of staff and posted it on Weibo.

[Actor Yun Xiangxiang V: It's over~~~]

[Aww, Goddess, you finally got some news, I almost tore through your previous Weibo! ! ! ! 】

[There is another ration, when will it be released]

[It suddenly occurred to me that the Goddess is filming Xiangjiang movies this time, and many Xiangjiang movies cannot be shown in the mainland! 】

[Upstairs, don't have a crow's mouth, my goddess must not be shooting sensitive subjects! 】

Yun Xiangxiang posted a Weibo, and the fans screamed.

At the same time, Song Mian also saw Yun Xiangxiang's news for the first time, silently forwarded and liked it, and commented hard.

But Yun Xiangxiang had too many fans, thousands of them in a few minutes, and Song Mian was a little dissatisfied.

The caring little butler, Song Yao, understood the young master's thoughts in seconds: "Young master, it is impossible for you to stand out like this."

Song Mian handed the phone to Song Yao: "Prominent."

Song Yao thought for a while while holding the phone, and then acted decisively.

[Your Mumbai V: Congratulations to the goddess, forward the lottery, draw 9999 cash red envelopes for one hundred people, only for Yunduo fans! 】

The 9999 cash red envelope immediately attracted the attention of countless people.

[Hold the grass, big fan, one million shots! 】

【Bless me to win the prize! 】

[Is it too late for fans? 】

[Ah, ah, the goddess, come and watch your fan x-on:actoryun think about it. 】

With this shot, Yun Xiangxiang was on the hot search, and the topic was #云倾考豪粉#

Song Meng naturally noticed it the first time, and then immediately notified Yun Xiangxiang.

Yun Xiangxiang took the initiative to chat with this fan privately after reading it.

[Yun Xiangxiang: Tuhao, don't do this in the future, thank you for liking me, but I will have a psychological burden if it costs too much. 】

"Master, Master, Miss Yun took the initiative to send you a message." Song Yao immediately handed the phone to Song Mian.

Song Mian was very satisfied with this reaction, and looked at Song Yao's operation: "Well, next month, I will ask Uncle An to give you an extra line."

Song An is the chief steward of the Song family, that is, Song Yao's father. Their family has been master and servant for generations.

Song An first followed Song Mian's grandfather for a few years, and later became Song Mian's father's confidant. Now Song's important matters are always in his hands.

It is said that they are master and servant, but the head of the Song family has always regarded their family as confidants, and trusts them more than people connected by blood.

A line in Song Mian's mouth is a big wave of power, but Song Yao is very excited.

As Song Mian's little housekeeper, his young master took care of him, but he was still suffering under his father's hands, feeling deeply ashamed for the young master.

Song Yao's biggest goal now is to send his father to be the master's companion!

Song Mian didn't have time to care about the little butler's joy, so he personally replied to Yun Xiangxiang.

[Your Mumbai: Happy. 】

Yun Xiangxiang didn't expect the other party to reply like this, and she didn't know how to answer even though she was always eloquent.

[Yun Xiangxiang: Are you a rich second generation? 】

She thinks that such a person should be the kind of rich second generation who squanders their parents' money and doesn't know the sufferings of the world. She can persuade her appropriately.

【Your Mumbai: I should be N generation】

Generation N! Is this kid joking? It is said that the rich will not last for three generations?

【Your Mumbai: I spend my own money】

[Yun Xiangxiang: Making money is very hard...]

【Your Mumbai: No Hard Work, It's Easy】

She can't answer this!

[Yun Xiangxiang: As long as you are happy [smile]]

【Your Bombay: You Are Not Happy】

[Yun Xiangxiang: Hahaha, the fans are happy and I am also happy]

Can you say you are not happy? What right does she have to be unhappy? If someone spends her own money, does it make her feel uncomfortable if she spends it?

As an idol, she has done everything she should do, and she has no right to make decisions for others.

【Your Mumbai: Your fans are happy】

Yun Xiangxiang: ...

You may get 10,000 yuan by retweeting Weibo, can you not be happy?

[Yun Xiangxiang: I have to catch a plane, so I won't talk [bye]]

After quitting Weibo, Yun Xiangxiang didn't want to join in the fun, and Song Meng asked her to forward it too. Isn't this encouraging fans to throw money at random? Although she also wanted to make a move, she got 10,000 yuan.

Yun Xiang wanted to catch the plane not because she was trying to shirk, but because she really bought today's ticket.

Yun Zhibin and Su Xiuling had already gone home first because the second year of high school started early. There were many people around her, so Su Xiuling didn't worry about it, and let her start school by herself to sign up.

At the airport, Yun Xiangxiang sent Song Mian a text message as promised.

The corners of Song Mian's lips raised slightly after receiving the text message: "Song Yao, prepare a set of clothes for me tomorrow."

"rest assured……"

"Forget it, I will choose by myself."

Before Song Yao could promise, Song Mian interrupted him.

Song Yao: ...

Young master, please give me a chance to show off!

Yun Xiangxiang naturally didn't know that in order to meet her tomorrow, Song Mian not only pushed for an appointment with a high-ranking person, but also spent three hours choosing clothes the night before.

Song Yao shook his head when he saw it: If he fell in love with a woman, he would become like this? He still loves himself.

Yun Xiangxiang, who turned off the phone and got on the plane, didn't know, because she was on the trending search, Xue Yu clicked in and found the lottery weibo, and reposted it decisively.

[Xue Yu V: What if you get caught in the European spirit of rubbing against junior sister? 】

Then a large wave of people came, expressing that if they fail to win, the winning rate will also be lowered!

And Xue Yu's fans condemned him for grabbing 10,000 yuan with these little dicks, it's really disgusting.

With Xue Yu at the beginning, the artists he knew with Yun Xiangxiang, including Han Jing, also got involved.

In an instant, the weibo lottery became popular, and the number of people who followed Song Mian increased sharply, but he only followed Yun Xiangxiang.

By the time Yun Xiangxiang found out, it was already three hours later that she got off the plane. It was two days earlier that Yunlin was going to start school, and Ke Ke, who accompanied Yunlin back home, drove to pick him up.

Regarding the stalk of the red envelope, I wrote it in September last year when I saved the manuscript. At that time, the upper limit of cash for the bib was still 5,000, so I changed it to a red envelope instead of a direct cash prize. In December, it was because of Prince Wang. , the bib changed the rules.

I say this to let everyone know that the virtual text has nothing to do with any real people.