Lord Fu’s Forensic Wife

The news on the Internet is that after someone finally got off the plane half an hour later, the assistant handed over the tablet:

Brother Yan, this.

Someone glanced at it and took it:

What?

asked.

The assistant pursed her lips:

Cough, the previous hot search.

Trending?

Click on the folder.

This, at least there must be hundreds of screenshots, right?

They were all intercepted by the company in advance, and now they have been sent in full.

In the screenshot, comments from netizens and fans accounted for more than half.

When someone gets in the car, they sit in the car.

Read it all carefully, the kind where there is nothing left.

Seeing the end, the corners of her lips curled up even more.

Zheng Bingyang whispered:

Brother Yan, do you need public relations?

This is what Manager Zhou wanted to ask.

If the Huo family hadn't made a move at that time, He Xing would have made a move too.

Obviously, the Huo family is faster.

No need!

PR what?

You brother Yan is secretly happy!

What a rare opportunity?

Netizens from all over the Internet witnessed it together.

There may not be such an opportunity in the future!

Fu Mensao.

It's real!

Of course, Zheng Bingyang stopped talking too much, and secretly sent news to Zhou Huan.

Soon, Zhou Huan replied:

Okay, that's it.

Anyway, Huo's family has already removed all the hot searches, and it can't stir up much trouble.

Since a certain master is willing, then don't worry about it.

If you really manage it, you will suffer!

After knowing each other for so many years, how much do you still know?

joke!

A certain person wanted to call his wife, only to find out that the phone turned off automatically when it ran out of battery.

Forget it, call again later.

Now, first charge.

. . . . . .

The commercial vehicle drove for more than an hour before finally arriving at the entrance of the island where the program group was located.

get off.

Someone stood on the shore and looked at the lake.

Still on a boat?

The assistant nodded:

Yes, Brother Yan.

Where's the boat?

Zheng Bingyang looked around, but he couldn't find the shadow of the boat.

Could it be that the program group forgot that there is a flying guest?

Should, not be.

Well, it was intentional!

Slow life variety show, isn't that still a variety show?

Since it is a variety show, there must be these 'processes'.

At this moment, there seemed to be a mobile phone vibrating sound not far away, and the two began to search.

Finally, I really found a box in the grass next to it.

After opening it, it was a new mobile phone, and the screen was still on.

Moreover, there is indeed an unread text message on it.

Zheng Bingyang's heart skipped a beat:

Brother Yan, isn't the program group trying to let us figure out a way to get there? asked.

Someone who had read the content of the text message stuffed his phone into his trouser pocket before looking at his little assistant:

Congratulations, you got it right!

But no prize!

That's just too much.

Is the program team ready to be human?

At this moment, a shout sounded not far away:

Hello~

The distance is a little far, and it is not clear who the other party is.

Zheng Bingyang waved his hand in response:

Why?

there:

Are you also guests? Do you want to find a way to find a boat for yourself?

It really is.

Zheng Bingyang quickly looked at someone:

Brother Yan, that should also be the guest this time, Gu Jianyi from Huo's Media.

Someone responded softly. Of course, he already knew who the guest was this time.

The people in the distance on the opposite side have already approached. After seeing the people here clearly:

Wow, brother Yan, it's you!