Sleeping with the fox: evildoer, I cover you

Chapter 153 Let Qing Yan Be the Spokesperson ([-])

There is no trace of impurity in her pink face, a pair of big watery eyes, clean and energetic like her.

Ask "Are you ready?"

Jing Han nodded, "Yeah!"

Mi Xiaoxing quickly washed his face, returned to Qingyan, and greeted Jing Han with a smile, "Morning, Senior Sister Jing Han!"

Jing Han smiled and took her hand, "Morning, Junior Sister Xing'er!"

Mi Xiaoxing looked at Qingyan and asked, "Is senior sister coming out of the mountain with us?"

Qingyan nodded, "Hmm!"

Mi Xiaoxing pulled Jing Han and said to Qing Yan, "Then let's go!"

Handsome men and beautiful women are particularly eye-catching everywhere, and most young girls bowed their heads shyly when they saw Qing Yan.

This is the mortal world, and it is impossible to see a man as handsome as Qing Yan in the mortal world.

Mi Xiaoxing once again came to the most prosperous street in the south of Chaoyang City, and everything he saw felt fresh.

It's the same with Jing Han, they usually don't have much chance to come out of the mountains.

Seeing Jing Han, Mi Xiaoxing is just like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden, curious about everything she sees.

Ask "Sister, have you never been out of the mountains?"

Jing Han nodded and said excitedly, "I haven't been out of the mountains for almost a hundred years!"

Mi Xiaoxing was stunned, muttering "Hundreds of years..."

"Yes!"

Qingyan walked beside them without saying a word, with a cold face like a thousand years old.

Passing by a place to buy fans, Mi Xiaoxing took a fancy to a folding fan with a handle thinking of sapphire.

Shouted to Qingyan, "Master, that fan seems to be suitable for you?"

Without saying a word, Mi Xiaoxing took down the fan on his own initiative and said, "Master, try it!"

As he spoke, he insisted on stuffing the fan into Qing Yan's hand, but Qing Yan frowned, not intending to take the fan.

Jing Han looked at Mi Xiaoxing with a smile, probably to see if she could persuade Qingyan.

Mi Xiaoxing began to persuasion with ecstasy, "Master, don't put on a straight face, look at the many beauties looking at you on the street, your image should be accompanied by a folding fan!"

"Why?" Qing Yan finally spoke, his voice was like someone else's glance, and it was fascinating to listen to.

Mi Xiaoxing took the opportunity to hold Qing Yan's hand, opened the fan and stuffed it into Qing Yan's hand.

Said, "Mr. Jia always has a folding fan in his hand. Tang Bohu and the others will always carry a folding fan no matter whether it is spring, summer, autumn or winter!"

Qing Yan frowned, "Tang Bohu?"

Mi Xiaoxing nodded, and helped Qingyan do the modeling, "Uh, he is one of our ancient geniuses!"

Holding the fan in Qing Yan's hand, it was not very eye-catching at first, but because of Qing Yan, the fan seemed to add a bit of color and became eye-catching.

A woman in her early 20s stared at Qingyan with glowing eyes and asked the fan seller, "Boss, do you still have this fan?"

The boss immediately nodded, "Yes!"

Then he took out a fan that was exactly the same as Qing Yan's from under the booth and handed it to the woman, "One tael of silver!"

Hearing this, the woman proudly took out a tael of silver from her pocket and handed it to the fan seller.

Looking at the fan in his hand, he smiled and said, "My guy must be very handsome holding it!"

Mi Xiaoxing frowned, watching the woman leave with a tangled expression.

Then the owner who sold the fan continued to do business, and soon said that the fan in his hand was sold out.

Seeing the fan booth swarming with people, Mi Xiaoxing exclaimed, "The effect of the spokesperson...!"

Mi Xiaoxing walked up to the fan seller boss with a smirk, and said, "Boss, we advertised for you, do you want to pay some endorsement fees?"

(End of this chapter)