It didn't take long for what Feng Lanchu said to An Zhi's fans to spread on Weibo, and fans who were mourning the baby's retirement flocked to him.

[Seeing Teacher Xiaofeng is equivalent to seeing Anzhi, I feel that my soul has gained a little comfort. 】

【An Zhiqiu must read our letter】

[Baby, Anzhi, mom has given you all the marketing numbers for you, come back quickly. 】

【Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooovy 】

【I hope Anzhi can return soon. 】

[I have the same opinion as Teacher Xiaofeng. I like Anzhi, and I hope to be as good as Anzhi. So I've been working on it. 】

[As a passer-by, objectively speaking, Jiang Anzhi’s forced withdrawal from the circle is really miserable. His marriage is indeed the biggest event of the year. With him ready to be known by fans in the next second, there is no concealment. 】

[I also think, now that I think about it, it's actually quite romantic. This man actually told me that he was married in this way. 】

【And damn it, I found that I was even more infatuated with him when he showed off his baby. 】

[I really want to see what his family looks like fishing. 】

[Mr. Xiaofeng and An Zhi's combined genes should be invincible. 】

[After all, I was guilty. When Anzhi announced it, I was so confused that I didn't jump to the police. If I jumped out to speak for Anzhi, would he not have quit the circle. 】

[Upstairs is piercing my heart, I am also guilty, can Anzhi give me a chance to redeem my sins. 】

On the Internet, Anzhi's fans are sometimes happy and sometimes depressed. This kind of mood is indescribable, and finally turned into hatred for the marketing account. Anyone who sees black fans or marketing accounts dying, immediately calls the police.

For a time, the Internet air was clean.

Anzhi and Jiang Che only saw the news that Feng Lanchu was surrounded when they were having lunch, and Jiang Anzhi immediately called.

"I'm fine, you don't have to worry." Feng Lanchu said carelessly on the other side: "I'm eating, so you can go fishing."

After hanging up the phone, Feng Lan picked up the boiled fish at ease, and the boiled fish made by the teacher's wife was indeed a masterpiece.

Professor Zhong and Mrs. Zhong at the dinner table looked at each other tacitly, and then Professor Zhong made a joke

"Damn girl, even we are hiding it."

For the past three years, I will not talk about concealing the news of my husband. Anyway, he was the one who set up the variety show.

When Feng Lan first heard the movements in her hands, she laughed and said, "Me too... I really don't know how to speak."

"I still like this young man very much." The teacher's wife approached from the side: "The only thing I love to watch is his plays. I didn't expect you to marry him."

"Lucky shit." Professor Zhong also shook his head, feeling very disgusted with his favorite student.

In fact, when the two elders were watching "Homeland Guardian", Jiang Anzhi and Feng Lanchu were very compatible, and it would be great if they could get to know each other earlier.

Unexpectedly, the fate turned out to be round and round, and the two turned out to be a couple long ago.

"Speaking of which, when will we bring a real person to meet us?" The teacher's wife encouraged from the side.

When Feng Lan first heard the words, she readily agreed, "I'll let them bother you after the weekend."

"Okay, okay, that's the deal." Mrs. Zhong burst into joy in an instant.

"Why do you want to meet your son-in-law? You obviously want to show off your autograph to the Lao Hua's next door."

The teacher's wife smiled triumphantly when she heard the words: "That's not true, who let me have such a movie king as my apprentice-in-law."

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