Heart attack

Chapter 313 Blind Date
She took time out to attend Wendu's movie meeting, and she didn't tell anyone about it.

"Hot search. Mr. Tang, you are already a frequent visitor, understand?" Sheng Peiqing held up his mobile phone, "Your appearance is simply easier than any artist, and it takes minutes to be on the hot search."

Tang Hongyi: "The hot searches these days don't cost money?"

After roughly looking through the content on the hot search, the specific things were everything that happened at the meeting that day. Many people teased her that she was here to make trouble.

Some people even asked why she disliked Wen Du so much, the fans were so jealous, but she slapped Wen Du's hand arranging her hair in distaste.

The reason for being on the trending list was that a blogger wrote about the incident, expressing the jealousy of 10,000 fans, and was liked by the cheap Wen Du, triggering this trending reunion.

Tang Hong also covered her head, since she first appeared on the trending list, it seems that she has been on the list frequently.

After a few glances, he closed it. Tang Hong didn't really want to care about these rumors.

Even if there are too many hot searches, she is a little annoyed.

The reason why she used a pseudonym at the beginning was that she didn't want her private life to be exposed too much, but now she has no privacy at all.

"No, do you think I have to hide for a while? I feel that the audience pays a lot of attention to me. I definitely don't..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Tang Hongyi's cell phone rang for a while, and she fixed her eyes, with the look of retribution coming.

"What's the matter?" Sheng Peiqing held the small bench, "I met a call from my ex, or is it a debt collection?"

"Can we think about it better?"

Tang Hong also picked up the phone, with Sheng Peiqing's snickering voice in his ear.

The sound was in my ear, and was quickly covered by the person on the other end of the phone.

Song Qingke: "Tang Hongyi, what's going on with you? Are you going to be an artist or an Internet celebrity?"

"I don't." She opened her mouth and complained, "I can't resist the curiosity of the people who eat melons."

"All right, all right, I don't care about what you have. I don't want to hear about you in the company. Every time it scares me, I thought you were involved in some economic dispute."

The news of flipping through the files on the other end came rolling in, and Tang Hong on the other end picked his fingers uninterestedly.

Song Qingke: "I won't say too much, as long as you don't have this idea, I don't want to bring a case against my daughter, and, that..."

"Stop!" Tang Hongyi vaguely guessed what he was going to say, and said immediately, "I'm a little busy, I'll tell you tonight, and we'll talk later."

"You dare to hang up and try."

"..."

Tang Hong also put the phone back to his ear again, "Say it."

Song Qingke: "Your mother thinks that you should get married, otherwise the group of Yingyingyanyan who is popularly searched every day will have too many matches, and people will become swollen. It is a good thing to take care of yourself."

"I know."

"I know what you mean by that. I can tell you that your mother's experience tells you that you should celebrate your birthday soon. After your birthday, you will be thirty next year."

"Ms. Song, your daughter, Men Qing'er." Tang Hong also frowned, and was attracted by Sheng Peiqing who was chatting.

Her phone made a crackling typing sound, and she was typing very fast.

"Menqing, what are you talking about? The boyfriend you mentioned before is nowhere to be found. What are you trying to use to lie to me now?"

Tang Hongyi: "I didn't lie to you, that one broke up, a year ago."

Song Qingke: "Then you are also single now, look at me and Old Tang, we are both in our fifties and sixties now, and we won't be able to see it in the later years."

"Mom, don't say that."

Recently, Fu Liwan made some PTSD, which made her unable to listen to the topic of death.

Song Qingke: "If you don't want to hear it, just listen to it. I've found a good house for you this time. You must be satisfied. Why don't you go and have a look?"

"Looks as handsome as your father?"

"80.00%, your dad is the most handsome, no one else can compare."

　Tang Hongyi: Thank you for the invitation.

　　Song Qingke: How dare you! ?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)