I'm just a little white face who doesn't need to fight

Chapter 275 The lowest-looking fan group in history
"Don't take it off!" The woman's cheeks were hot and she glared angrily.

"Really not taking it off?" The man temporarily stopped, breathing rapidly.

"Don't take it off!" The woman is determined, like a proud white swan, strong and elegant, but there is a hint of shame in the invisible.

"Then... just sign it directly." Chu He took out a signature pen from his trouser pocket, and signed his name "Chu He" on Liu Zhiqing's black silk leg.

Liu Zhiqing blinked and kicked over: "Nervous!"

"Don't move, write my name on the left leg, and write our whole life on the right leg." Chu He grabbed Liu Zhiqing's right leg and continued to write.

Liu Zhiqing looked devastated, wanted to hit someone but gave up.

"Hurry up and get out to meet your fans!" Finally, when Chu He stopped writing, Liu Zhiqing went into a rage, very cold.

Chu He clapped his hands and nodded with satisfaction: "My little fan, you have to keep this black silk for a lifetime."

"Get out, get out of here." Liu Zhiqing didn't want to talk, she crossed her legs angrily, and played with her mobile phone by herself.

This psychopath actually signed his own black silk, and the lonely man and widow reunited after a long absence, so that's all he does?

How determined is my old lady to wear black silk to see you!
"Pleasure value from Liu Zhiqing -9999."

The corner of Chu He's eyes twitched, and he said with a half-smile: "Zhiqing, you've changed, I think you don't reject me anymore, and you won't get goosebumps when you touch your legs."

Liu Zhiqing was startled, seeing Chuhe's smirk, her cheeks felt hot.

Yes, why not physically reject it?
what am i expectingWhat am I thinking about?
Liu Zhiqing was a little flustered, she quickly lowered her head and straightened her hair, and said as calmly as possible: "Okay, you go out to eat quickly, and you have to meet fans later."

She suddenly calmed down, and regained her status as a domineering president.

Chuhe smiled, and suddenly leaned close to kiss her on the forehead, and then ran away.

It took Liu Zhiqing a while to react, and she chased after her violently: "You are courting death!"

As soon as she went out, a group of people looked at her in astonishment, and Chu He asked in confusion while eating: "Miss Liu, what's the matter?"

Liu Zhiqing glared at him viciously, and quickly closed the door.

Leaning against the door, she took a deep breath and touched her forehead unconsciously. There seemed to be a strange feeling where Chuhe kissed her.

Goosebumps are about to rise, but halfway up and gone again.

Liu Zhiqing stroked her arm, bit her lip lightly: "Damn pervert! I'm so used to you!"

After she finished cursing, she couldn't help snickering again, and quickly regained her composure, and took off the black silk.

Chuhe's name and his whole life were written on the black silk, it was as childish as a primary school student falling in love.

However, Liu Zhiqing still folded them neatly and put them gently in her bag.

Well, Chuhe has seen it, and will not wear it again in the future, unless...

Soon, the fan meeting resumed, and the hungry fans flocked up again to get close to Chuhe.

This fan meeting was really shocking and eye-catching.

There are people talking about this matter everywhere on the Internet, from the literary circle to the entertainment circle, many big stars have been alarmed, and they don't understand why Chuhe is so popular.

As time went by, Chuhe's fan meeting came to an end.

The last wave of fans dispersed contentedly, Chuhe was almost exhausted, and collapsed on the sofa when he returned to the lounge.

Xu Dong and the others have already left. After all, they are not small fans, so they can't wait for Chuhe all the time.

Liu Zhiqing did not leave, and she even invited the best masseuse in Shenzhen to wait for Chuhe in the lounge.

As soon as Chuhe came in to rest, the two masseuses began to work, massaging from head to toe, meticulously helping Chuhe relieve his fatigue.

This treatment is no one else.

Chuhe watched Liu Zhiqing making tea while enjoying it: "Zhiqing, you will be saved tonight."

Chuhe also has a personal concert at night, which will be held at the Shenzhen New International Singing Bar, and it is ready there.

But Chuhe was too tired, he probably couldn't sing for an hour, so Liu Zhiqing had to come to the rescue.

Liu Zhiqing glanced at him lightly: "There are so many young ladies who come to see you, and you let me sing? I'm afraid of being scolded to death by them."

This is indeed a big problem. Zhang Jing on the side suggested: "Aren't Ms. Liu and Mr. Chu brother and sister? Besides, Ms. Liu is also a famous singer. "Yasao" is very popular. It's no problem to replace my brother."

What Zhang Jing said made sense, Liu Zhiqing couldn't help but move.

Su Muyan, who was leaning on her shoulder, suddenly said excitedly: "I can also replace brother, I sing very well."

"No." Chuhe vetoed it with one vote.

Liu Zhiqing chuckled: "Okay, I'll grab the limelight, and I hope I won't be scolded too badly."

Zhang Jing was overjoyed, and immediately went to make arrangements and issued a statement.

As the director of goingmusic, Zhang Jing has always been looking forward to Chuhe and Liu Zhiqing's success, but both of them are indifferent to fame and fortune, and now they can sing on stage one after another, which is undoubtedly a great thing.

Soon, Ji Yun Culture's official website released a statement explaining Chuhe's state and Liu Zhiqing's decision to replace him in the second half.

As soon as this statement came out, it sparked heated discussions because it was too sudden after all.

"Liu Zhiqing? The queen who sang "Yasao"?"

"Chuhe is too tired. It's impossible to sing all night. Someone can replace him."

"Liu Zhiqing is my husband's younger sister? Why do they have different surnames? What kind of adultery do they have?"

There are various opinions, but in general, I still understand Chuhe. Chuhe is not made of iron, and he has to rest when he is tired.

The matter was settled like this, and the fans in Shenzhen rushed to the New International Sing Bar to reserve seats in advance, and they could only listen and watch the live broadcast outside when it was late.

In such excitement, another thing happened.

He Xingjian arrived at Shenzhen Airport!
He arrived late, and when he showed up, he was warmly welcomed by nearly [-] fans, and there were [-] fans outside the airport, almost all of whom were holding a bunch of flowers, all yelling "Brother Jian" frantically.

He Xingjian, as the current top traffic niche, his every move is still very eye-catching, and reporters from all walks of life also went to report.

And the netizens also came to watch the excitement—many people didn't pay attention to He Xingjian before, but because of the Chuhe thousand-person pick-up incident, everyone wanted to be a melon-eating crowd.

A competition unfolded silently.

Soon, He Xingjian's report became a hot search.

"It should not be underestimated. Five hundred fans pick up the plane, full of flowers, and the enthusiasm is high. These are real fans!"

"According to netizens, there were actually more than 1000 people at the scene, but Huale Company dismissed more than half of them to ensure the safety of fans."

"Crazy! The reporter came to the scene and was deafened!"

These reports are a bit strange and seem to be deliberately guiding public opinion.

Netizens are not fools, the more they look at it, the more they feel wrong.

Soon, He Xingjian's Weibo was hacked, and the melon eaters jumped out one after another.

"I am a Buddha, I have to buy public opinion every time I pick up a phone? The reporter can really talk."

"Pooped up, I watched the video, those fans are like stinky fish and rotten shrimp, screaming like village cannons, it's not an actor I am standing on my head and shitting!"

"I'm a film seller who works in the women's restroom. I can testify that He Xingjian's pick-up fans are really ugly. Thank you for saving my camera memory."

(End of this chapter)