Ji Mingyue, the president of Beihuan Entertainment, is well-known in the circle as the flower of Gaoling.
He always wears a suit that is straight and buttoned perfectly. He has a cold, indifferent face, and he exudes the aura of keeping strangers away from him.
Everyone thought that Ji Mingyue was cold-tempered and arrogant, until one day, a glaring comment on Reuters' Weibo account, which was newly promoted to the top, caught the attention of netizens.
Kiwi Entertainment V: Dan Congjie Reuter's photo [Picture] He is worthy of being the urban dancing younger brother, with such a figure! Such manners! Absolutely amazing! Another day of being stunned by my brother's handsomeness!
Ji Mingyue V: [Ahhhhhh! Those looming abdominal muscles! Let me see what's wrong! No way, life is really hard. When I was a kid, I couldn't finish my last meal, but now I can't finish my upper body but my lower body! ]
A group of netizens:
[? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ]
[Mr. Ji's account has been hacked? ]
[Why can't it be that... Mr. Ji dialed the wrong number? ]
[Woc! ! ! Ji is always a fan of Shan Congjie? ! ]
[Where is the aloof CEO like me? ? ? ]
[My younger brother is indeed in good shape, but Mr. Ji, this is not a no man's land! ]
The person involved was not aware of it at all, and the comment area was instantly filled with excitement.
# Aloof president instantly turns into a fanboy#explosion
# wear a pair of underpants#hot
The comments were quickly deleted, but the popularity did not diminish at all. Related topics jumped into the hot search, rising again and again. Another person involved responded calmly——
Shan Congjie V: [There is nothing for the next meal, but I will be satisfied with this one. Mr. Ji, add WeChat? ]
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Ji Mingyue is a person of contradictions. In reality, she is afraid of strangers in social circles. But on the Internet, she lets herself go freely and is diagnosed with social syndrome syndrome by netizens.
As a senior LSP, Shan Congjie, a newly promoted top player who combines good looks and abdominal muscles, has unsurprisingly become one of Ji Mingyue's "electronic male gods".
Social media fear that chasing stars is not easy, so licking one's face and writing essays in the comment section is Ji Mingyue's only pleasure. He thought he was hiding it well, but he never expected that one day he would actually choose the wrong number and stage a large-scale horse-trading scene.
Social students and netizens teased Shan Congjie for moving next door because it was a trivial matter...
WeChat rang at the right time, and Ji Mingyue turned on her phone.
It's a big problem.
Shan Congjie: [Good evening, brother. I forgot my keys when I went out. Can I go to your house and sit for a while? ]
Shan Congjie: [Oh ~ I saw the lights in your house are on, you should be at home, right? ]
Ji Mingyue, who was planning to pretend not to be at home:...
The society may not be slowed down by Dan Congjie. Ji Mingyue's eyelashes trembled slightly and she slowly closed her eyes, pretending not to see.
However, the next second, there was a crisp "ding-dong" sound in my ears.
In the darkness, the screen that had not been extinguished was particularly dazzling. Ji Mingyue opened his eyes and glanced casually from the corner of his eye. He could see clear curves and smooth and tight eight-pack abs.
Ji Mingli's Adam's apple rolled and she silently replied:
[! ]
[Convenient. ]
For the first time in my life, my abs defeated social fear!
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Contemporary netizens are comparable to Sherlock Holmes.
Some time after the horse-dropping incident, netizens surfing with microscopes looked through layers of clues and accidentally uncovered the star-chasing account suspected of Ji Mingyue.
A certain singer's new album is released, a certain actor's movie is released, a certain boy group's singing and dancing video, Ji Mingyue's presence is everywhere.
…
The grass on the wall falls with the wind.
Netizens suddenly realized that the aloof CEO was not only a star chaser, but also an out-and-out "Neptune"!
At night, Ji Ming, a second-time socialite, logged into his account and frantically deleted his black history. Suddenly, a heat source came close to him from behind, and his slender and powerful arms wrapped around his waist.
"Didn't you say that I am the one who cares about you?"
There was a trace of grievance in the clean and clear voice: "It turns out that my brother's heart is made of durian, and there is a person on each tip."
The fake aloof real company is afraid that the president of lsp will be attacked by someone who looks like a naughty dog but is actually a sinister vixen
Food guide:
1. Being exposed to great contrast, you can really let yourself go
2. I am afraid of being in society, but I am a fan of love cookies in the entertainment industry.
3. No prototype, no prototype, no prototype! The author is not star-struck!
4. The author's writing style is from a primary school student, and the logic is useless, so don't pay attention to it.
Intention: Choose light from darkness.