Demon, I Want You to Help Me Cultivate!

Feng Bingbing sent Lin Mu a photo.

It seemed to be a selfie.

It wasn't her face that was photographed, but her slender, well-proportioned legs.

From the photo, it looked like Feng Bingbing was sitting on a car seat, holding her phone to take a picture of her legs.

This wasn't really anything special.

The key point was that Feng Bingbing was wearing a short skirt, and from her ankles to her calves and thighs, she was covered in a pair of white stockings.

This was something Lin Mu couldn't stand.

Black stockings are true love, white stockings are heresy!

Bah!

Lin Mu felt it was extremely improper.

How could a girl casually send such a photo to a man?

What do you mean by this?

Are you testing me?

Didn't we make it clear yesterday? What exactly does this woman want?

Lin Mu felt his dignity as a man had been challenged.

Does Feng Bingbing think that by sending a photo of white stockings, she can make me yield?

Heh, Junior, you think too dirty of Senior!

Lin Mu sneered and typed in the chatbox: "Change to a pair of black stockings."

Cough cough.

Lin Mu grabbed his right thumb, which was about to press the send button, with his left hand. After a moment of silence, he deleted the message and retyped his reply:

"Junior Feng, I'm at work."

Is that clear enough?

But Feng Bingbing quickly replied: "Senior, I'm at work too. Look, this is my schedule for today."

Only then did Lin Mu notice that on Junior Feng's knee, clad in white stockings, was a small piece of paper with her work schedule for the day:

"9:30 AM, Nanan Bell and Drum Tower, Defu commercial shoot."

"2:00 PM, flight to Shencheng."

"6:00 PM, Shennan Satellite TV, recording 'Singing Youth'."

"10:00 PM, vocal practice."

Lin Mu coughed dryly. So Feng Bingbing wasn't showing him her legs, but her daily schedule.

Damn white stockings, they've clouded my mind!

Lin Mu didn't know how to reply for a moment.

It seemed Feng Bingbing was quite hardworking, traveling between Nanan and Shencheng, over a thousand kilometers apart, in one day, and still having vocal practice at 10 PM.

But why are you filming a chocolate commercial at the ancient and charming Nanan Bell and Drum Tower?

That doesn't match at all!

Bah, the entertainment industry is so messy!

This girl is too annoying. I'm still at work, and you suddenly send a photo of your legs. If someone saw it, wouldn't they misunderstand me?

Lin Mu decided to block Feng Bingbing.

He clicked the top right corner of the chatbox, then clicked into the friend settings where the avatar was a string of "Candied Hawthorn Skewers." His finger pressed down on the slider for "Add to Blacklist."

Just as he was about to slide right to add Junior Feng, this destabilizing factor, to his blacklist.

Feng Bingbing sent another photo.

Lin Mu paused, hesitated, and then retreated to the chat interface.

I'll see what this girl sent, then block her. It's not too late.

But this time, it wasn't white or black stockings, but a photo of a fair, small hand holding a skewer of Candied Hawthorn.

Then Feng Bingbing sent a voice message, her voice clear and bright:

"Senior Lin, I just bought a skewer of candied hawthorn after getting off the car. Look, doesn't this candied hawthorn look like the ones we used to eat when we were kids?"

Lin Mu froze for a moment, and an image, so distant that only black and white remained, uncontrollably surfaced in his mind:

A bruised and swollen little boy sat by the roadside, enduring the pain with the stoic demeanor of a great hero.

A little girl in a dirty white dress ran over with two skewers of candied hawthorn and offered one to the little boy.

"It's something for kids, I don't want it," the little boy snorted coldly.

"It's very delicious. It won't hurt anymore after you eat it," the little girl insisted, holding out the candied hawthorn with her big eyes blinking.

The little boy took it disdainfully, took a bite, his eyes lit up, and he finished it in a flash.

Seeing that the little girl still had a skewer in her hand, he asked strangely, "Why aren't you eating?"

The little girl smiled sweetly and said in a crisp voice, "I'm saving it for you."

After speaking, she held the second Candied Hawthorn Skewer in front of the boy.

The boy was furious, "Do you think I'm a glutton?"

"It's delicious, and you'll become a great hero if you eat it."

The little girl said very seriously.

The boy took it, took a bite, his eyes lit up again, and he gnawed on the stick.

The little girl squatted beside him, resting her chin in her hands, looking up at him, her eyes like water, her smile gentle.

"I really miss the Candied Hawthorn Skewers from Star City."

Feng Bingbing sent another voice message, filled with nostalgia and a hint of sadness. Her voice was pleasant, like a fine spring rain, refreshing the heart.

Lin Mu was silent for a moment and replied, "The boss is calling a meeting, bye-bye."

After that, he exited WeChat, put down his phone, got up to make a cup of goji berry and red date tea, sat back down at his desk, and picked up a newspaper to read.

I won't block her for now.

After all, I'm about to become the first paparazzi to enter the entertainment industry as an artist, and I might face many temptations in the future.

Although Feng Bingbing has issues with her brain, her appearance and figure are top-notch. Interacting more with such a beautiful celebrity can be considered a test of my self-control.

If I can train myself to be unshakeable and indestructible, it will be very helpful for my future in the entertainment industry.

In this regard, Feng Bingbing is currently still useful.

A demon, I want you to help me cultivate!

Nanan, Bell and Drum Tower.

Feng Bingbing and Xiao Zhu arrived at the commercial shoot site, and the director arranged for her to go to the makeup room to touch up her makeup first.

Feng Bingbing walked into the temporary makeup room and saw a woman already sitting inside and applying makeup.

Xiao Zhu immediately became a little nervous and muttered in a low voice:

"Defu actually invited Xu Lingyu to film with Little Bing? Aren't they afraid of trouble?"

The theme of this commercial was "Defu, as smooth as singing," so the manufacturer invited Feng Bingbing and another female singer to shoot it together.

This person's name was Xu Lingyu. She was about the same age as Feng Bingbing, and her appearance and singing style were also similar to Feng Bingbing's, but her popularity and status were a little bit behind.

Everyone in the industry knew that Xu Lingyu and Feng Bingbing had always been at odds, and sparks were bound to fly when they were together.

At this moment, Xu Lingyu turned her head and saw Feng Bingbing. As expected, she giggled and said coquettishly:

"Oh, isn't this the Little Diva who openly confessed to a man at a concert but no one responded?"

The atmosphere in the makeup room immediately froze.

Several makeup artists stood awkwardly in place, looking at each other.

Feng Bingbing's confession at the concert last night was undoubtedly the hottest news of the past two days, and almost everyone in and out of the industry knew about it.

And the most embarrassing part was that such a beautiful and popular Little Diva of the Music Scene confessed in public, but no one came on stage to respond. Countless people were watching Feng Bingbing's joke behind the scenes.

As a sworn enemy, Xu Lingyu naturally wouldn't miss this opportunity to stab her rival in the back.

This sentence truly hit home and was a fatal blow.

For a moment, everyone in the makeup room fell silent, subconsciously looking at Feng Bingbing.

Some were sympathetic, some were excited, and some were gloating.

Xiao Zhu was terrified and held Feng Bingbing's arm tightly, whispering:

"Little Bing, calm down! Sister Wan Qing told you not to cause trouble!"

She wasn't worried about Little Bing being retorted, but rather about Little Bing retorting.

"Heh."

Feng Bingbing smiled calmly and walked gracefully in front of Xu Lingyu.

"It's over."

Xiao Zhu couldn't hold her back at all, sighed, and covered her eyes.