Chapter 133 (1/2)

It's not a big deal to talk about the powder removal.

If in normal times, it causes little turbulence in the fans circle at most. If you leave the old fans, you will come to new fans, and it won't be so good.

However, at such a sensitive time, Su Tiantian's biggest powder head is de powdered! And put off the hot search!

Then contact with what happened today, people on the road smell the truth one after another, and they have no good feelings for Su Tiantian for a while.

Some young fans couldn't see Su Tiantian's potential of white lotus, but the old fans left after she took the initiative to remove the powder.

For a while, Su Tiantian's Micro blog paid attention to it, which was hundreds of thousands less visible to the naked eye.

For a star of 70.8 million, these hundreds of thousands may not be much, but these hundreds of thousands are the first people to follow her, and also the most consumptive ashes fans.

But at this time, Su Tiantian didn't realize the seriousness of the matter.

Zhen Shanmei on Weibo, without saying anything, sends a message directly: ”Dad!”!! Please take my knee!! ]

Ningmeng: [the knee is not needed. Please give it to your friend. ]

she thought about it and then sent a message: ”this is not over yet. ]

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at night.

The streets were ablaze with neon lights, and the whole city was gradually calming down.

Downstairs.

In the car, Huo Beichen sits in the driver's seat and uses his cell phone to check the strategies Su ye sent him to pursue women.

The light of the mobile phone hit his face, which made his face bright and dark. His eyes were slightly drooping. His bony but slender fingers crossed the mobile phone and looked at it carefully.

Finally, his vision falls on one of them: to understand what she likes, to give her what she likes, you can pull in distance and cultivate feelings.

Take what you like

Huo Beichen picked up his mobile phone and sent a message.

After a while, in silence, there was one more person at the window, tall and strong, bowed his head respectfully: ”sir.”

Huo Beichen opened the window, propped his arm on it at will, dragged his head with his fingers, and asked in a low voice, ”what does she like to do at ordinary times?”