Chapter 1782: One person one vote (1/2)

Chapter 1782 One person, one vote

As Zhong Yanting thought, although Jian Sangyu did not participate in variety shows for half a year, and there were no dramas for half a year, Jian Sangyu's popularity has always been high on the Internet, especially the scarf.

Twenty-four hours after the voting campaign started, Jian Sangyu steadily occupied the first place in the voting ranking of the most popular actresses.

There is one person who is more eager to get Jane Sangyu this award than anyone else.

Gu Shen, he hopes that this award will fall on Jian Sangyu more than Zhong Yanting and Jian Sangyu, and he pays more attention to this selection than her fans.

This is when Jiang Xing and Gu Chen grew up together. It was the first time I saw Gu Chen swiping his mobile phone twice when he was busy on business.

”Brother, are you waiting for someone to call you today?” Jiang Xing couldn't help but notice these actions of Gu Chen. He was writing a report on the head of Gu Chen's office. He didn't expect to see Gu. This picture of Shen distracted.

”Write yours.” Gu Chen answered Jiang Xing without lifting his eyelids.

After finishing speaking, Gu Chen paused again, suddenly raised his head to look at Jiang Xing, and asked, ”How many fans of your bib?”

”Thousands of thousands.” Jiang Xing replied truthfully, ”It's all because of Xiao Sangyu. The fans touched me and followed me by the way. However, my grandpa's fans are a bit more accurate than me. My grandpa's fans have Hundreds of thousands, scary, right?”

”You go forward the bib that Jian Sangyu has made, and, did you vote for her?” Gu Chen asked, ”The voting activity on the bib.”

”I voted, it is necessary. I voted as soon as this event came out last night!” Jiang Xingle said, ”I voted as soon as she sent it out yesterday, and I reposted it. I looked at it at noon. She is now It is the number one on the list of the most popular actresses. Our little Sangyu will definitely win this award!”

Our home?

Gu Chen’s fingertips were buckled on the tabletop, and he corrected Jiang Xing’s words, “It’s my family, not yours.”

Jiang Xing was taken aback, and shook his shoulders, ”It's a good thing, yours, yours, you belong to Xiao Sangyu.”

After speaking, Jiang Xing took his pen and paper and turned and walked away quietly.