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Chapter 460 Jing Xing: "You don't love me either"

The concert starts at 10:30 and ends at [-]:[-]. There is no rest time in between. Wei Ran still has to catch the early morning flight. If he doesn't eat something in advance, he won't have time when he gets busy.

Wei Ran lowered his head and took a sip of coffee slowly, then blinked his left eye at him, and the twitches in his black jade-like eyes were ambiguous and affectionate: "Guess."

Jing Xing: "..."

His brother's bad taste came up again.

Therefore, Jing Xing said very cooperatively: "I guess you ate."

Wei Ran snorted, put down the coffee he was holding, then raised his hand to cover the corner of his lips, and said in a low tone, "You have changed, you don't love me anymore."

Jing Xing: "?"

"I haven't eaten yet." Wei Ran put down the coffee he was holding, and looked at him with one hand on his chin, looking like he was about to cry, "You can't even guess whether I have eaten or not, so how dare you say you love me?"

Jing Xing also snorted, and asked him slowly: "Then do you think I have eaten yet?"

Wei Ran's ending sound raised, and he blinked his right eye ambiguously: "I guess you ate it."

Jing Xing's voice was light: "I guessed wrong, I didn't eat, and you don't love me either."

Wei Ran: "..."

Lin Qingyou, who was watching the play from the side: "..."

The way these two get along is inexplicably a little bit like loving and killing each other.

Wei Ran and Jing Xing were arguing with each other. At this moment, the little assistant came over suddenly and reminded Wei Ran: "Brother, it's 06:30, it's time to broadcast."

Before the start of the concert, there was a ten-minute short interactive live broadcast, which was a small benefit for fans who failed to get tickets. Wei Ran gestured to him that he understood, accepted his role, and turned to face him. Jing Xing said: "You two sit down first, I'll go to the broadcast."

The tablet is on the other side of the sofa, and the little assistant has already prepared things and is waiting for Wei Ran to come over.

"Brother, do you want me to call the lighting artist and make-up artist over?" The little assistant adjusted the angle of the camera and asked again.

Wei Ran waved his hand lazily, too lazy to bother: "No need, just ten minutes, just play for a while."

The little assistant wanted to say something, but looked up at Wei Ran's face that could withstand the camera's various angles of death, and swallowed the words silently.

Forget it, having good looks is capricious, whether the lights are on or not is secondary.

The moment Wei Ran's face appeared on the screen of the phone, his fans went crazy. The lower left corner of the phone frantically popped out barrage messages, which were refreshed at a dizzying speed.

[The brightest flower on the grave]: Husband!Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo !Husband I love you! ! !
[Student, your boyfriend dropped]: Ahhhhhhh!Wei Ran! !Fuck, Fuck, Wei Ran is on the air! ! !

[Let go of that brother and let me come]: Zai Zai look at me!Look at me, look at me, look at me!Mom loves you!Mom loves you!
[Wei Ran's Little Sweets]: I want to blow up my brother!What kind of goddamn beauty is this, sisters, I will die!

Wei Ran looked at the frantically refreshing barrage messages, moved closer to the screen, and greeted lazily with a smile: "Hi, comrades, good evening everyone."

Wei Ran usually treats his girlfriends with one mouthful of baby, but when it comes to interacting with fans, he keeps a proper distance from them all the time, never calls any ambiguous names, and every mouthful makes people return. When it came to the "comrades" in the anti-Japanese era, the fan interaction they engaged in was like an underground party's secret mission meeting.

[The brightest flower on the grave]: Damn it!My husband's eyelashes are longer than my leg hair.

[Then turn the clouds to see the sun]: ah ah ah brother come closer!I'm taking screenshots like crazy.

[Let go of that brother and let me come]: Wait!Leg hair? ? ?The sister with the brightest grave, are you a man? !
[Hold high the banner of worrying about CP]: Take a screenshot!
[The brightest flower on the grave]: Sister!We are all brother Wei Ran's little sweets, don't discriminate against our male fans, okay?
In this live broadcast in front of the stage, the fan interaction session will broadcast the private messages sent by fans, Wei Ran will definitely not read them, so this difficult task falls to the little assistant.

The little assistant held a large microphone connected to a loudspeaker in the front field, and recited the words written by fans to Wei Ran in an eloquent voice.

—My dear husband, you have messed up my heart, when will you mess up my bed?
——But baby, do you like apple juice, grape juice, watermelon juice, or me, a bastard?

——Husband husband, you are my stomach, you are my lungs, and you are the eternal treasure in my heart!
The earth-flavored love story after sentence is really a bit irritating to the ears. After listening to it for a few minutes, Jing Xing finally couldn't take it anymore. He turned his face to look at the little assistant who was deeply involved in the play, and admired him for not changing his face. Say such nonsense.

With such a small accident, Jing Xing's back came into the mirror, and a new row of barrage immediately appeared on the screen of the live broadcast.

[The brightest flower on the grave]: Huh?Husband, who was that figure from behind just now?

[Let go of that brother and let me come]: Zai Zai, is this the new little assistant?
[Student, your boyfriend is gone]: Looking at his back, he is also a handsome guy, but why do I remember that Brother Wei Ran said that he would not change assistants?
[Wei Ran's wall grass]: With all due respect, I think I can do this handsome guy too.

[Officially certified Mrs. Wei]: Damn, looking at the back looks a little nice, doesn't it?
[The brightest flower on the grave]: Sisters above, please be more confident and remove the dots.

This concert is fully undertaken by Chenrui Group. Chenrui entered the entertainment industry in just three or four years, but the momentum is very strong. Dozens of its artists have already ranked among the first-line actresses, and its male artists are even more It has been nominated and won numerous awards in the film and television circle.

In the VIP seats in front, in addition to the star artists under Chenrui, there are also many fathers who are investors of the company. The huge electronic silver screen shows dynamic photos of the universe, and the word "star" on the left and right split screens is eye-catching.

The stars on the stage were shining brightly, and the support hands of various colors under the stage joined together to form a sea, spreading all over the audience, shining brightly, and the sound of music and shouts intertwined, which was deafening.

An excited big brother held up Wei Ran's support card with both hands, and shouted frantically: "Husband! Husband!! Husband, look at me!!!"

Another male fan was also not to be outdone, and shouted loudly: "Husband, I love you! I want to give birth to you!! Husband, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh husband!"

"..."

Lin Qingyou followed the voice, and saw a rough man with a big red bow on his head, holding a support card in both hands, twisting his waist boldly and hotly, and shouting "husband, I love you" .

(End of this chapter)