I’m Secretly Married to a Big Shot

"Is it the account on Weibo?"

"Ok."

"Are there many fans?"

"Not many, there are tens of thousands of fans."

However, they are real fans.

Every time she tweeted, she could have hundreds of comments.

Originally, she had thought about running that Weibo well, but after Qiao Chen suddenly became ill and was told that she had a heart attack, she had no thoughts about it.

She was thinking all day long about how to cure Qiao Chen's disease.

"Tens of tens of thousands of fans are also good." Nana said seriously, "Don't look at the fact that many people now have millions of millions of fans, but there are tens of thousands of real fans, if tens of thousands are true fans, It's still pretty good."

"Sister Mianmian, why didn't you update your Weibo later?"

Qiao Mianmian said roughly: "Something happened at home, so I don't have time to get those."

"Oh, that's how it is……"

The two said as they walked, they were about to reach the shooting site, and they met Huang Yilin who was walking towards them head-on.

Huang Yilin also saw them.

She stopped and first looked at Qiao Mianmian from the top to the bottom with cold eyes, and then frowned a little, her eyes colder.

Qiao Mianmian also looked at her indifferently. She would call her Senior Huang before. This time, she didn't even greet her.

Now that Huang Yilin is already hostile to her, no matter what she does, this hostility will not disappear.

In this case, she does not need to maintain something deliberately.

Qiao Mianmian's completely different attitude from the previous one, Huang Yilin naturally felt it.

Huang Yilin stared at her coldly for a while, then suddenly smiled and said: "Why does Miss Qiao look at me with such eyes, as if she is dissatisfied with me?"

Qiao Mianmian also tickled his lower lip, and then said, "Senior Huang is worried. You haven't done anything that is sorry for me. Why should I be dissatisfied with you?"

Huang Yilin's face changed slightly, the smile on his lips froze for a few seconds, and the cold color under his eyes became more and more fierce: "Is it? That seems to be a worry for me. Miss Qiao's makeup is good, it seems this time The make-up artist is good."

Qiao Mianmian heard her suspecting that makeup artist.

She did not explain, and smiled lightly: "It's pretty good."

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Huang Yilin's face sink, and then turned her head, staring fiercely at the assistant beside her.

The assistant was so scared that his face went white all at once, and immediately said, "Sister Yilin, I have..."

Just said a few words, as if thinking of something, raised his head and looked at Qiao Mianmian who was standing opposite them. His face was white again, and he immediately closed his lips tightly.

Huang Yilin stared at the assistant more fiercely, "Fool!"

The assistant didn't dare to refute for half a word, holding an umbrella and trembling.

Huang Yilin sullenly withdrew her gaze from the little assistant. Her cold and fierce gaze fell on Qiao Mianmian again. After slamming her fiercely, she turned and left.

The assistant held the umbrella, trot and chased it, and supported the umbrella firmly above her head.

"Bah, disgusting woman." Nana waited for Huang Yilin to leave, and finally spit out the breath that was holding her heart. He spit out the back of Huang Yilin's back, "I pretended to be like something in front of me. So disgusting behind."