Rebirth in Showbiz: How to Win the Showbiz Emperor's Heart?-Chapter 347: Various Versions

In the afternoon, she took Xiao Zhi and went straight out, deciding to use the oldest method: shopping!

She wanted to use shopping to win hearts!

#Poor Tong Xiaopang rarely plays the rich, how about giving her a like#

As a result, she was caught by lurking reporters, who immediately released the topic "#AfternoonMeeting#", causing a frenzy online.

Within an hour, countless versions had appeared, mostly discussing the custody of the child.

Version one: The child of Little Fatty and Bo Yimo, the two fell in love while acting together, got together, had a passionate night—oops, sorry, I mean that intense—resulted in a child. Haven’t you noticed how the child’s eyes look like Young Master Mo’s?

Version two: The child of Little Fatty and Wen Shu, they had known each other since childhood, a bitter love, always using the sibling excuse as a pretense, but actually already had the child.

Version three: The child of Little Fatty and Mr. Han, they met at a cocktail party, fell in love at first sight, dated for years, but since Mayor Han disagreed, they could only date in secret. They cooked the rice, hoping to make Mayor Han agree.

Version four: The child of Little Fatty and Gu Feng, the manager and their own artist’s story, spending days and nights together, deeply in love, hiding it from everyone, and had a child.

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The versions with the highest likes were the first and second, with the fourth closely following.

At this moment, Gu Feng’s phone was already blowing up. When people asked him whose child Little Fatty’s was, he was completely baffled.

What child?

Did she have a baby with Young Master Mo so quickly?

Isn’t this a bit too fast...

But when he saw all the different versions online, his heart collapsed.

Having rumors with others is one thing, but why was he also dragged into it?

He’s innocent, okay!

With Miss Tong?

Just thinking about it is terrifying!

This life, next life, the life after that... it’s never going to happen!

Gu Feng was burning with rage; this oddball never seemed to stop causing trouble!

He must have had the worst luck in eight lifetimes to end up with such an artist!

Gu Feng felt very sad. He was not even a professional manager; the other brothers were all doing well, but he ended up being a professional "cleaner-upper."

#Brother Feng, don’t cry, stand up and fight, the road ahead is still long, take care of yourself#

Gu Feng was too angry to speak, so he rushed straight to Holy Heart Orphanage.

Isn’t it? The buzz from yesterday’s missing mahjong game hasn’t even cooled down, and today there’s an illegitimate child? Do they think he’s too idle?

So when Tong Yan returned to the orphanage hand in hand with Xiao Zhi, Gu Feng was sitting with a dark face at the door.

Tong Yan couldn’t help backtracking a few steps, "Brother Feng, why are you here?"

Gu Feng sneered, "Miss Tong, having fun?"

Uh.

Brother Feng seems angry?

Tong Yan cautiously asked, "Brother Feng, what’s wrong?"

Emotions are running high outside, and this big superstar doesn’t know a thing??

Seeing this big and small pair hand in hand, eating ice cream in the middle of winter, no wonder the reporters wrote random things. If he didn’t know the inside story, he’d almost think they were mother and son.

Gu Feng took a few deep breaths, holding back his anger, "Miss Tong, are you aware of yourself as an artist? Knowing you attract gossip, yet you still run around with a kid everywhere? Don’t you have enough issues already? I really am..."

But he also knew that he couldn’t blame her; artists have their own lives, after all, just because they might get written about, should they stay at home all day?

Tong Yan looked at Xiao Zhi, then at herself. Could it be...

Tong Yan let go of Xiao Zhi, took out her phone, and checked Weibo.

Xiao Zhi looked at his empty hand, pouting his little mouth.

Tong Yan calmly finished reading all the versions and said with interest, "Brother Feng, I never thought they’d say we are a CP, want to..."