@Handso Lin Yifan: Didn’t turn from fan to hater, didn’t clap back, just found it funny. Let tell you a joke, soone said my goddess is incompetent at work, hahahaha.
This kind of talk is really like saying Su Wanxin is not good-looking, it’s sothing he cannot tolerate.
After posting on Weibo, Lin Yifan switched to his alternate account for his final bedti ritual: exchanging insults with those keyboard warriors, cursing their ancestors to the eighteenth generation.
Can’t curse on the main account, but can’t do it on the alternate one?
Goddamn it, let show you Brother Fan’s true power!
Lin Yifan cursed for half an hour, feeling satisfied, switched back to his main account, and went to sleep contentedly.
He thought the matter was over, anyway, with things related to Su Wanxin, his Brother Han was always there to handle it.
He was just responsible for eating well and then switching to an alternate account to greet the family of keyboard warriors.
But Handso Lin Yifan never expected that his one post would directly bring his Brother Han to the set.
During lunch break, while eating with the crew, Lin Yifan heard a commotion outside, with staff excitedly running out.
Lin Yifan looked at their actions with disdain.
Really blind, who are they so eagerly going to see? The handso guy is sitting right here, yet they can’t see him?
While eating, Lin Yifan turned around to see which bastard ca to steal his thunder.
Then, amid the crowd of infatuated fans, he saw the expressionless Fu Shihan.
At the mont their gazes collided, Lin Yifan almost choked on his food.
As he coughed violently, he glanced at the potato in his lunchbox, thinking he might die by potato.
Fu Shihan leisurely walked over, watching him cough and stand up, trying hard to greet him.
"Cough cough cough, Han, cough Brother Han." Lin Yifan coughed until he was about to cry, asking, "Why are you here?"
"Need to ask you sothing."
"Ah, well, let’s go to the lounge to talk."
Lin Yifan led him toward the lounge, contemplating his purpose.
In the three to four minutes of walking, staff constantly glanced their way, mainly focusing on Fu Shihan.
One needs comparison, undoubtedly Lin Yifan is handso, or he wouldn’t survive in the entertainnt industry for so long.
But his face, after seeing it often, tends to beco boring. And then look at Fu Shihan, that height, aura, face, physique, tsk tsk tsk, it’s a pity he hasn’t debuted.
So many domineering CEO dramas, why don’t they cast him? He’s the epito of a domineering CEO!
Fu Shihan said nothing along the way, but once in Lin Yifan’s lounge, he directly kicked him on the backside.
The kick almost made Lin Yifan stagger to his knees.
"Hey hey hey, Brother Han, if you have sothing to say, say it properly, don’t use force, I have my dignity now!"
Lin Yifan shot far away, looking warily at Fu Shihan, regretting bringing him to such a place.
Couldn’t we talk outside?
Two grown n chatting in the lounge, secretly, what kind of propriety is that!
Fu Shihan looked at him, sneering. Lin Yifan felt a cold breeze on his back, shivering, tremblingly asking: "Brother Han, what did I do?"
Lin Yifan felt confident, he hadn’t made the company any less money in recent years, why the attitude?
"What’s with the Yixin Couple? Explain to !"
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