The Jinhua Award ceremony was imminent, and no detail could be overlooked, during such tis trending on social dia could either enhance one’s reputation or lead to a significant downfall.
Although Wen Qiao didn’t have any film or television works at the mont and her attendance at the Jinhua Award ceremony was just for an appearance rather than to receive an award, the fact that the organizers had invited her showed their considerate attention. Therefore, they definitely had to present themselves in the best possible state.
Jiang Yao checked and rechecked the content of the article four or five tis, making sure there were no omissions, before finally easing her mind.
She clicked on the comnts under the Weibo post. The top dozen or so hot comnts were all from their own fans and passersby, and there were a few sour comnts amongst them, like "This trending title is so awkward, at a glance it looks like purchased hype," and other inoffensive remarks that weren’t worth taking seriously.
As long as it wasn’t a negative post, trending at such a ti was undoubtedly a good thing.
Wen Qiao also opened Weibo to check out the trending post, mainly to ensure that none of the photos released by marketing accounts were unflattering.
Seeing that she still looked stunning in the photos, with her charming grace, she felt assured.
She switched to WeChat to continue her sweet interactions with Fu Jinghen.
She recounted the details of the recent incident to Fu Jinghen and then asked, "How about it? Am I not amazing?"
Even just reading the text, Fu Jinghen could imagine the little girl batting her watery, large eyes, seeking praise with a small sense of pride.
He chuckled and replied to the ssage, "You are amazing."
Qiaoqiao’s not full: "I know rewards and punishnts should be clear. After I lectured her, I rembered I hadn’t given her an autograph, but I didn’t have any paper, and I certainly couldn’t sign her notebook, so I signed the scarf I was wearing this morning and gave it to her. I had only bought that scarf recently, and I really liked it."
A "You know what I an" emoticon followed the ssage.
Her small sense of pride had turned into a small sense of grievance; it was like she had just spent money and was now coming to him for compensation.
Fu Jinghen: "No worries, I’ll buy you a new one, darling."
Qiaoqiao’s not full: "Hanghang kiss kiss. Kiss JPG."
Looking at the screen with the yellow emoticon puckering up for a kiss, Fu Jinghen suddenly thought of several hours earlier when Wen Qiao had clung to him, refusing to let go until he kissed her.
His eyes softened instantly, and he sent back three of the sa emoticons.
Qiaoqiao’s not full: "What are you doing?"
Fu Jinghen typed three words and sent them: "In a eting."
Then he received a string of ellipses from her.
Qiaoqiao’s not full: "Then continue your eting, we can chat at noon."
Fu Jinghen: "Okay, tell when you get to the hotel."
After receiving her "OK" ssage, Fu Jinghen pressed the lock button and placed the phone beside him.
The mont he looked up, his affectionate expression switched to the calm deanor of a leader. He was about to say "Let’s continue the eting" as he calmly accepted the scrutinizing glances of everyone around, raising his hand slightly when his phone lit up again.
"One mont."
Fu Jinghen picked up his phone again, opening WeChat. It was a ssage from Wen Qiao asking if he had eaten.
Fu Jinghen: "I’ll eat after the eting ends, then I’ll send you a photo."
Qiaoqiao’s not full: "Then have a good eting, finish it and go have lunch quickly, and let them go have lunch too."
Fu Jinghen: "Okay."
After putting down his phone again, Fu Jinghen looked at the chief planner explaining the proposal at the front and gave a ti limit: "Ten minutes."
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