Chapter 444 I Bet Your CP Is Absolutely True!

[Zhanlan-Jingruo bald]: "Don't worry! It's definitely not Shen Qinghuan, our brother Zhan doesn't like her!"

[Why is Chinese so difficult?]: "If you want to talk about the beauty ceiling of female stars in the entertainment industry, isn't it the number one most searched?"

[It's azure blue]: "Yes! Miss Qin Nuan is the real beauty! Her stage tonight really killed me! I was on the scene, and I almost couldn't resist climbing the wall!"

[Azure Blue-Ocean]: "Me too! The Nth day when I want to climb the wall..."

[Zhanlan-Jingruo bald]: "Climbing the wall is so troublesome, just follow the CP! x-on:白蓝-海洋x-on:is azure blue"

"..."

Seeing that the comments talked about herself at the end of the conversation, Qin Nuan, the person involved, expressed a little bit of happiness in her heart.

It's really a fan following the master, and the blue is so good!

After wandering around the comment area for a while, Qin Nuan saw that some netizens started knocking on Song Zhan's CP openly and aboveboard, and they also opened a #send warm # scarf topic.

Qin Nuan clicked into this topic, and found that this topic was opened last summer, that is to say, as early as a year ago, someone knocked on her and Song Zhan's CP!

Qin Nuan was shocked when he heard the news.

The sister who opened this topic is simply too discerning!

She searched for information about the founder of the topic, and found that the blogger didn't post many Weibo posts, but all of them were related to her. It seemed that they were her senior fans. Thinking of this, Qin Nuan hurriedly registered a small account, opened the bib homepage of [Spring Breeze Sends Warmth into Tusu], and secretly clicked on it.

She also sent a private message to [Spring Breeze Sending Warmth into Tusu], "Sister! You are so discerning, I bet the CP you knocked on is definitely true!"

From today on, she is also a part of the big family of Sending Warmth! ——

Emperor Garden

Song Zhan was lying on the sofa with two mobile phones in front of him.

He Wenchu ​​was standing behind the sofa for nearly an hour. Seeing Song Zhan put down his cell phone, he tentatively said, "Brother Zhan..."

"Huh?" Song Zhan looked up at He Wen faintly.

He Wen pointed to the mobile phone on the coffee table, and said bravely, "Look at this mobile phone..."

An hour ago, Song Zhan said that it would be useful to borrow his mobile phone, so he gave it to Song Zhan. Unexpectedly, an hour later, Song Zhan hadn't used it up yet.

It's not that he doesn't want his young master to continue to use his cell phone, let alone a cell phone, his whole body belongs to Song Zhan, and he can dedicate the cell phone to Song Zhan. But the problem is that before Song Zhan borrowed his cell phone, he was listening to a novel about a domineering CEO falling in love with me.

Audio is always off.

In the empty living room of 300 square meters, the speaker was still narrating the storyline in a coquettish voice.

"She looked at his smirking eyes, her face was full of panic, she hugged her body and ran back, he blocked her behind the wall and bullied her, she ran again, he continued to chase, she was doomed..."

Hearing the word mobile phone, Song Zhan's eyes fell on the coffee table, "Here you are."

He Wenru was pardoned, grabbed his phone and ran out of the living room, uninstalling the listening software directly.

After uninstalling the software, He Wen clicked on the scarf and found that many scarves had been posted on his account.

What about "the ceiling of the beauty of female stars in the entertainment industry is Qin Nuan", what about "Qin Nuan and Song Zhan are a match made in heaven, even their names are two words"...

In the living room.

Song Zhan saw that the public opinion on the Internet was largely in favor of himself and Qin Nuan, and he curled his lips contentedly.

He really deserves to be the Chosen One, he is expected by everyone!

Even his microblog account gained 100,000 followers overnight. It seems that many people think that only he is worthy of Qin Nuan. Another ten minutes passed, and Song Zhan picked up his phone again to see how many followers the microblog account had gained.

As soon as he clicked on his homepage, Song Zhan suddenly found a private message coming in.