Suddenly being niche, Gu Xingchen was a bit embarrassed.

"What are you doing? Squat, cooperate with me!"

Song Qingyou was too strong, so Gu Xingchen's subconsciously bent his knees and kept at a position slightly shorter than Song Qingyou.

If the two are photographed, it is estimated that jumping into the Yellow River will not be cleaned.

Fortunately, a few people who ran over later, at a glance, a man and a woman were at the corner, and didn't stay in the corner for a while, so he hurried away.

Song Qingyou immediately opened his hand, "I seem to see your assistant."

Gu Xingchen blinked and didn't understand what the other party meant.

"I didn't expect Mr. Gu to be a person who escaped."

Some time ago, I still called Gu Ge politely.

Sure enough, Song Qingyou has no respect for himself.

Gu Xingchen talked a few words in his heart.

Then I heard Song Qingyou say:

"If you don't want to be taken back to work by your assistant, please ask Mr. Gu to help post on Weibo."

"Eh-?"

Gu Xingchen really did not expect that there could be this development.

But without waiting for his reaction, Song Qingyou dragged his sleeve and dragged him to the lounge of the background of the show.

Gu Xingchen looked around: "This is--"

"Kyushu's show." Song Qingyou stared at him with a whole time, "Gu brother will help, right?"

The meaning of threat should not be more obvious.

Gu Xingchen's face muscles twitched slightly: "Okay, what do you want me to help?"

"After reading this show."

After finishing speaking, Song Qingyou passed on the picture of Gu Xingchen, and asked him to send a Weibo.

Gu Xingchen only looked at the topic of the hot search, and knew the purpose of Song Qingyou did this.

—— Let him attract the audience and popularity.

This is the work of raising your hands.

Gu Xingchen took a honest photo, and finally wanted to@, but it was discovered by the latter, so I had to delete@.

As soon as Weibo was released, the praise comments rose tens of thousands of instantly.

I believe that soon, the auditorium in front of the stage can be filled.

Song Qingyou was about to drive Gu Xingchen to the auditorium, and the people on the big side of A came over.

"Professor, we have arrived at the door, where are you?"

"I come here immediately."

After hearing the title "Professor" again, Gu Xingchen's intuition had problems.

But before he asked, Liang Ting suddenly pushed in.

"Grapefruit, this is--"

Someone turned around.

Liang Ting was very surprised: "Ah! It's Gu Xingchen!"

More than thirty women, like a little girl, covered her mouth.

At first glance, Gu Xingchen's passers -by.

Gu Xingchen showed a gentle and kind smile: "Hello, I'm Gu Xingchen, you should be the designer of the Kyushu brand?"

Liang Ting nodded and looked at Song Qingyou, and wanted to ask what was going on.

Gu Xingchen took the initiative to explain:

"Sorry, I suddenly entered the background. In fact, I was chased here by the media just now, just to help me ..."

"I have heard the names of Kyushu before, and I really want to try this brand's clothes, but I have never had a chance to meet you."

Also "green pomelo", they were not familiar with each other at all.

Song Qingyou glanced at him, and he was determined that the other party had never heard of Kyushu before that ...

There is a saying, he sees people talking, and the ability to see ghosts is quite strong!

No, Liang Ting's heart was blooming, and Zhangkou said that he could make some clothes for Gu Xingchen!

Song Qingyou really couldn't hear it anymore, reminded: "The show is about to start, Sister Liang is still busy."

Liang Ting nodded: "I take Mr. Gu to the auditorium."

"Then I'll pick up the device."

Song Qingyou left after speaking, but you can still hear the later conversation.

"Don't you go to the audience seat?"

"Grapefruit is not an audience, she is a model I invited."

"Models? Have she been a model before?"

"No ... I guess this is the first time."

"How many of her? I have to take a good look later."

"What about green pomelo is the finale-"

The sound of the back gradually farther.

Song Qingyou is full of black lines.

It is a secret to say that she can go to the finale? You can be asked casually. What is the secret?!

I didn't expect Liang Ting to be capable and smart, and it looked so reliable, but her mouth was so unreliable ...

Song Qingyou pondered helplessly. After this show passed, he would wake up with Liang Ting.

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Exit at the background of the show.

One man, one woman, and two young people are staring at the people in and out from time to time.

There is still a small box in the boys.

They are members of the laboratory and doctoral students brought by Qin Xiuyuan.

"Shen Yang, what do you say that Professor Song is like?"

Zhong Rou, who was standing beside him, couldn't help asking.

Shen Yang: "It's a woman."

"nonsense!"

Song Qingyou has guided them remotely, but any problem, she can help solve it.

Unfortunately, Song Qingyou did not show up in the laboratory, which was very curious for a time.

"You said, will it be that female star? Otherwise, how can the teacher let us send this device to a place like a fashion show?"

Shen Yang: "Maybe."

"I just said casually, you really-"

Zhong Rou snorted, "Forget it, don't tell you, I can't hold a few words for a long time!"

Without the words, Song Qinggou came out of the inside.

As soon as Zhong Rou saw her, she glared, "No, no ... is it a coincidence?"

In the laboratory legends, Professor Song, who is highly respected by everyone, willn't it really be that star?

God knows, she just said casually!

Watching Song Qingyou walking towards them, Zhong Rou only felt that his head was buzzing, and he didn't know how to speak for a while.

Shen Yang's response was unusual: "You are--"

"Classmate Shen Yang, classmate Zhong Rou, I'm glad to see you, I'm Song Qingyou."

Song Qingyou knew that they might not believe them, and also deliberately took out their chat records with Qin Xiuyuan.

After Shen Yang confirmed, he handed the box to her.

"Trouble you."

Zhongrou settled in Ba Ba said: "Song, Professor Song, me, I am your fan ... I me, can I sign a signature?"
To be continued...