Changbai Mountain Promotional Video, What the Hell Are You Shooting a Stolen Pen?

"It's clear that our tourism bureau has nothing to do."

Sighing, Jiang Yueqing continued her work with a bitter face.

"The number of tourists in the scenic spot has tripled, and it started at noon today?!"

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Five thirty in the afternoon.

"I'm so tired..."

Jiang Yueqing, who was dizzy from get off work, staggered back home from work.

"Yo!"

Song Chen, who was sitting on the sofa, waved his hand handsomely.

"I'm so tired..."

The zombie-like Jiang Yueqing ignored Song Chen, who had a handsome smile on his face.

Went straight into the bathroom.

Song Chen, who was sitting on the sofa, looked at Jiang Yueqing's back with a dazed expression.

"Al? Ignore me?"

"Ahhhhh!!"

Just when Song Chen was wondering what kind of game Jiang Yueqing was playing, Jiang Yueqing in the bathroom suddenly screamed.

"What's wrong!"

After hearing the screams, Song Chen immediately rushed into the bathroom.

Snapped! !

"Ahhhh!"

This time, it was Song Chen's scream.

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"Oh my day!"

Song Chen covered his red and swollen right face, and said innocently to Jiang Yue who had changed his clothes.

"You screamed suddenly, didn't I worry about you?"

Damn!My face hurts!Why does a quick slap hurt so much!

"I was just frightened by the sudden burst of cold water."

Jiang Yueqing blushed and tightened her clothes, her clenched fists shouted at Song Chen.

"Then you can't break in suddenly! Song Chen, you are no longer a child, remember that there are differences between men and women!"

Song Chen covered his face and glanced at Jiang Yueqing resentfully.

If you have something to call Chen Chen, if you have nothing to call Song Chen, oh, woman, I see through you.

However, under the effect of the stress reflex, the waving fist still scared Song Chen on the sofa to jump up immediately.

If you are hit by this punch, you may die!

"By the way, why did you come back suddenly!"

Facing Jiang Yueqing's questioning, Song Chen was very helpless.

"Can't I even go home?"

"There are reporters chasing me everywhere. Only at home is the safest."

Jiang Yueqing suddenly said, "Sure enough, those reporters are all here to find you."

"??"

Song Chen looked at Jiang Yueqing with a puzzled expression, and moved a little with no strength.

"Well, you'll find out when you go to work tomorrow."

Jiang Yueqing has a headache when he thinks of the reporter before the tourism situation.

Even if there are security guards suppressing, they can't make those guys quiet.

Every staff member entering and leaving the tourism bureau will be interviewed by reporters, which brings a lot of trouble to Jiang Yueqing.

And after the reporters were kicked out, they would still come over.

"Really, I'm going to take a bath."

The strange itching all over my body was getting worse.

Song Chen already felt a little irritable, and stood up to take a shower.

"The water heater is broken, it's all cold water."

Jiang Yueqing kindly reminded Song Chen.

"Then I'll go down and find a bathroom."

Song Chen shook his hand, and after rushing the road for a day, it was already dusty.

"Aren't you afraid to go down and be recognized?"

"Tsk!"

"These reporters are really annoying."

Song Chen immediately stunned, turned around and went back to his room in annoyance.

I don't know why, since the promotional video was uploaded to the Internet.

Song Chen's body began to have a strange feeling, and as time passed, the strange feeling in his body became more and more serious.

As if the blood in the body was burning, the whole person panicked.

"Aren't you going to eat? Chen Chen."

Jiang Yueqing turned to look at Song Chen who had entered the room, and asked strangely.

This was the first time she saw Song Chen, a cook, who went back to sleep without eating.

"Being a director is too tiring and has no appetite."

Song Chen returned to his room and threw himself on the bed.

He stretched his limbs vigorously, trying to get rid of that strange heat.

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Song Chen just got down, and the chat group of the "Tomb Raiders" crew was really lively.

Innocent: [My WB followers have increased by several million! ! QAQ! !And there is absolutely no intention of stopping! 】

I am Wang Yueban: [Isn't it a good thing!By the way, wb is fixed!Didn't it just crash a while ago? 】

Zi Xuan is Aning: [@ Qilin Tattoo, have you seen it?You are so hot right now! 】

Kirin tattoo: [I haven't seen it yet. 】

The third master of the Wu family: [Hahaha, are you all home yet? 】

Innocent: [No, in the company, the agent said that something seems to be happening today. 】

I am Wang Yueban: [Yes!At home, brother Liu, would you like to have a drink? 】

Zi Xuan is Aning: [I want to drink too!add me! 】

Unicorn tattoo: [+1! 】

Innocent: [It seems to be very lively on the Internet now, all of which are hot searches about "Tomb Notes"! 】

I am Wang Yueban: [More than that!People on the street now know me!Obviously you didn't know me before! 】

The third master of the Wu family: [It shows that the popularity of this drama is very high, and it was really a good thing to follow at that time. 】

Kirin tattoo: [All thanks to Song Director. 】

Innocent: [What about Director Song?Does he know the news? 】

I am Wang Yueban: [Should you know?There was no response. 】

The third master of the Wu family: [Now he is the most popular, the whole world is looking for him. 】

I am Wang Yueban: [That is, Director Song has no wb, otherwise Director Song should have the most fans! 】

The third master of the Wu family: [Maybe Director Song is looking at us secretly at this time~]"

Zi Xuan is Aning: [Maybe he fell asleep too?After all, it's a day's journey! 】

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"No, I can't sleep at all!"

Song Chen, who was lying on the bed, said with a look of resentment, and threw the phone that kept vibrating in his hand aside.

"Thanks to you."

The phone has been ringing continuously since the very beginning, and all kinds of messages are bombarding the phone.

The same is true for Wb. Although Song Chen doesn't have his own wb, Song Chen has other trumpets.

And one of these two trumpets is used to scold himself, and the other is used as a paparazzi who sells information about the crew.

They are all accounts that are easy to attract the attention of netizens.

For example, now, there are at least tens of thousands of private messages in both accounts.