Bent By the Male Protagonist’s White Moonlight

Meng Xia was still buzzing in her head when she walked out of the dessert shop. The sunlight outside was poisonous and hot, and the heat wave could be seen on the road in the distance, but at this moment, she was like falling into an ice cellar, and her body was freezing to the bone.

The screen of the mobile phone in his hand was still on, and there was a text message from Dad Meng.

[Father Spring Bug: I have to come back on Saturday, I have arranged for Xiao Lin to pick you up at that time. 】

When Mosquito and Tiantian came out of the mall, they saw Meng Xia standing at the door of the "Little Sweetheart" store.

"Xia Xia, is Wan Wan here!" Mosquito waved in front of Meng Xia's stunned eyes, "Hey! Wake up, are you stupid to see Wan Wanle?"

Meng Xia snapped back to her senses, and when she heard the word "Wan Wan", she blushed unconsciously, but then she felt a deep sense of powerlessness...

She handed the fan in her arms to Mosquito and Tiantian, and the next second, she heard several high-decibel screams rang out at the door of the store.

"Ah ah ah! It's the autograph of the legendary husband Wan Wan! Xia Xia, you are so arrogant."

"I'm going to go home and offer the fan. This will be our family's heirloom in the future!"

"Xia Xia, have you taken a photo with your husband? Have you taken a picture of your husband's beauty?"

Meng Xia shook his head helplessly, "They don't allow it."

"Is your husband still a little sweetheart?"

Meng Xia continued to shake her head, "Already gone."

Meng Xia's almond eyes were watery as if they were about to burst out in the blink of an eye, with her head bowed and her face full of depression like a child who did something wrong.

Mosquito and Tiantian were also reluctant to say anything to her, and immediately patted her on the shoulder to reassure her: "It's okay, there is another time."

Is there a next time? Meng Xia pursed her lips, feeling a little sad in her heart. She just touched her thigh, and slipped away from her fingertips before she could hug her.

"There are still three hours before the concert, let's go in and sit down." Tian Tian suggested.

Before, I didn't enter Little Sweetheart because I was afraid that I would be kicked out by the clerk after staying there for too long. Now that the signature is in hand, the three of them don't have to continue to sunbathe in the sun.

Walking into Little Sweetheart, the three of them sat in the place where Ning Qingwan and the others sat. Mosquito and Tiantian, like two little perverts, kept smacking their lips and touching the seats and tables.

"Oh~ this is the chair my husband sat on."

"Ah~ this is the table my husband touched."

"Ah~ even the air is fragrant."

Meng Xia twitched the corners of her mouth, poured herself a glass of lemonade, and drank the water to suppress her shock.

Soon the waiter came over with a small cake.

Apricot eyes turned slightly, and his eyes fell on the matcha cake in front of him. His thoughts were seduced by the aroma of the cake, and he remembered the embarrassing scene just now.

She still remembered that the peach blossom eyes had an eye-catching tear mole, which added a bit of charm to the delicate face, making it enchanting and colorful.

The temperature of the man's fingertips seemed to remain on his lips, as cool as nephrite.

She stammered and called "husband" again. Mo Li and Cheng Xu couldn't help laughing in their ears, especially the one with short hair called Cheng Xu, who just laughed and said she was silly.

Ning Qingwan withdrew the hand on her lips, and then touched her head, she said softly, "Little girl, study is the most important thing."

She spoke like an elder in the family, and tactfully shattered all her hopes.

If she said it directly, could you send Ji Tong to prison ahead of schedule? Will the ending be different?

Meng Xia was thinking wildly, but Ning Qingwan got up and left without even finishing the cake. When the group of them left, Meng Xia vaguely heard Cheng Xu's complaint. "Every time I encounter illegitimate meals, I can't eat desserts well"

Recovering her thoughts, Meng Xia angrily poked at the cake in front of her with a small fork, causing the cake to tip over. Looking at the rotten cake, she sighed leisurely.

It's really hard to change her life or something. If she hadn't given up on plastic surgery for fear of pain, she must be a carefree second-generation rich second-generation, Ji Tong and everything are floating clouds, and it has nothing to do with her half a dime. .

For Ning Qingwan's concert, Meng Xia had a bad luck. Not only did she grab the infield tickets, but she was also in the front row. Except for the expensive ticket price, everything else was perfect.

Meng Xia and Mosquito separated and sat in his place.

There was a lot of noise all around, and every fan was discussing Ning Qingwan frantically until the bright lights on the stage came on, and a beautiful figure appeared in the center of the stage.

Wearing a black studded leather jacket, ripped jeans, and a pair of Chelsea boots, he became the focus of the audience as soon as he appeared, and he was beautiful and sassy.

Ning Qingwan raised her hand and tied her black curly hair like algae. Her movements were neat and neat. With her fair and slender fingers, she took the pick on the electric guitar. With the sound of the piano, the big screens on both sides projected her at the same time. In terms of body shape, at this moment Ning Qing seems to have changed into a standard ascetic goddess.

Under the slender and curled eyelashes are a pair of charming peach blossom eyes, with black double-tailed eyeliner outlined at the end of the eyes, and the tear mole near the corner of the eye seems to glow under the illumination of the stage lights.

Fans screamed one after another, one after another, Meng Xia felt that his ears were deaf.

Every concert, she feels, is a shocking audio-visual feast.

Ning Qingwan made a silent gesture, and the field immediately became quiet, only occasionally remembering a roar or two.

"Husband Wan Wan, I love you!" It was a female voice.

"Husband, I'm going to give birth to monkeys for you!" This is a male voice...

Ning Qingwan didn't know whether to laugh or cry when she heard the fans' names, and suddenly remembered that little girl in the afternoon, with her sweet and glutinous voice, and called her "husband" just like them.

A voice came from the headset, "Sister Qingwan, it's alright."

Ning Qingwan smiled slightly, her unique smoke overflowing from her lips, she said loudly, "Are you ready?"

Fans immediately shouted in unison, "Husband, get ready!"

As the music sounded again, Ning Qingwan's sultry voice resounded in the stadium of Nuoda. All the fans followed her singing and waved the custom-made cheering sticks. The stadium was like a blue ocean. .

Meng Xia got goosebumps because of her singing. She has always been shy, and she looks like an outlier among a bunch of fanatical fans.

Perhaps it was this special place that was caught by a certain camera, and the people in the background saw the face that was somewhat similar to Ning Qingwan, "When we interact later, the light hits her."

After a few songs, in the interactive part of the intermission, the host came to the front and cut to the point after a rainbow fart, "Let's see who the lucky one is today, the lucky one can ask your husband A question and a chance to get on stage and hug!"

Ning Qingwan's good-looking brows frowned slightly, but the organizer actually made an assertion and added a hug.

Li Mo glared at the person in charge in the background, "What hug? Why is it different from what we said before."

The person in charge hurriedly bowed and apologized, smiling all over his face, "Sister Mo Li, I'm sorry, but we really didn't hug. It's estimated that the host has been hosting too much. Why don't you ask the host to explain and correct it?"

Mo Li sneered and threw a good hand. If the explanation is not in place, the fans will probably fall into trouble. She is even more afraid that she will encounter a fanatical fan who will turn Wan Wan...

The lights swept back and forth in the auditorium, and fans held their breaths hoping to be illuminated by the beam.

"It's actually a hug this time!"

"Ah! I hope the ancestral graves will smoke!"

Ning Qingwan looked at the scene under the stage, her eyes became colder and colder, and a worried voice came from Li Mo's headset, "Wanwan, I can't change the hugs to shoulders later. I'll handle the public relations after the end."

In the end, the beam of light fell on Meng Xia. After being reminded by others, Meng Xia stood up in a daze.

Brows slightly stretched out, and Ning Qingwan raised her eyebrows to look at the familiar face, which was really fate.

There was a gasping sound around, and many fans were whispering.

"So lucky!"

"I'm going, I can get in touch with Wan Wan's husband directly and at close range!"

Meng Xia's childish face was projected on the big screen, and there was some resemblance to Ning Qingwan between his eyebrows and eyes, but the two had completely different temperaments.

A new round of whispering began in the audience.

"Just look like Wan Wan."

"It's still my Wanwan husband who looks good."

Meng Xia had no time to pay attention to the cynicism from the fans. She was a little confused, and the lady of the field service handed her a microphone.

The host looked sideways at the big screen and smiled, "This young lady who looks like Wan Wan, what question do you want to ask Wan Wan?"

Fans all around looked at her, "Ask your husband if he has a partner?"

"Oh, my husband doesn't have a partner! Quickly ask her what type of girl she likes!"

"It's too straightforward!"

Meng Xia swallowed her saliva. Her palms were sweaty and greasy. She tightened the microphone in her hand.

"Old Wan Wan..." Thinking of the embarrassing scene in the afternoon, Meng Xia swallowed the following words, "As for the future object, what type do you like?"

Ning Qingwan looked at the petite figure under the light, her eyebrows raised slightly, and the little girl stopped calling her husband. The charming peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his lips raised a slight smile.

"like me."

The host laughed and joked that she was narcissistic. Fans did not buy it and shouted in the audience that her husband was the most beautiful, her husband was the most sassy, ​​and a narcissistic husband was the most attractive!

Amid the screams, Meng Xia dared to ask again, "Then, is it okay for me to be like this?"

The crowd immediately became quiet, and it suddenly occurred to me that this lucky man was indeed similar to Ning Qingwan, didn't it just coincide with Wan Wan's phrase "like me".

In the sigh, Meng Xia seemed to be able to hear his own heartbeat, thumping as if it would jump out of his throat the next moment.

The next second, her beating heart was shoved back by Ning Qingwan mercilessly.

"No, you are too young."

Well, being rejected twice a day, Meng Xia pursed her lips.

Ning Qingwan looked at the disappointed little face, hooked her lips, and swayed in a light arc. It was really persistent to ask twice a day.

The mosquito under the stage shouted loudly, "We Xia Xia are not small, 34c!"

The audience was silent for two seconds, then burst into laughter, Meng Xia blushed instantly amid the laughter.

The host is also a troublemaker, "Hey? How did you know?" He put the microphone to Mosquito's mouth.

Ning Qingwan glanced at the mosquito, and a dark light flashed in her pupils like splashing ink.

"Old fans who enter the fan group will jokingly ask about the height and weight of the measurements, Xia Xia is the only one who will answer seriously." Mosquito also grabbed the host's microphone and added, "Husband Wan Wan can personally verify later, is it true? the~"

There was another burst of laughter, Meng Xia held his forehead, so embarrassed that he could not escape immediately.

The host smiled and said, "Then invite this beautiful young lady to come on stage and hug our Wan Wan"

Meng Xia's legs were trembling, and her heart fluttered, but with the eyes of a bunch of people, she didn't dare to refuse such a good thing in public.

Meng Xia stepped onto the stage with light steps, her eyes were erratic and she didn't dare to look at the glamorous face, and she was rejected twice. Meng Xia didn't dare to think about Tian Caining for the time being.

Meng Xia took two steps forward and wrapped her arms around Ning Qingwan's waist, and sighed softly. The faint mint scent on Ning Qingwan's body lingered in her nose.

Ning Qingwan looked down at the tip of the girl's slightly red ears, heard the sigh, raised her eyebrows slightly, why did she feel that the little girl was a little unhappy about hugging her?

Thinking of teasing again, Ning Qingwan took Meng Xia into her arms and whispered in a hoarse voice, "Well, it's verified."

Meng Xia's face suddenly became hot, her mind was in chaos and she couldn't think. When she was nervous, she tightened her arms and hugged Ning Qingwan tightly.

Ning Qingwan suddenly pressed against Meng Xia's body. She was wearing only a camisole in her jacket. She only felt a soft spot clinging to her. She looked down at the tips of her red ears, feeling a little hot for no reason.

"Your heart is beating so fast." Ning Qingwan whispered.

Meng Xia suddenly let go of his hand and stepped back half a step away. The fans in the audience were very dissatisfied with Meng Xia's forcible hugging behavior, and they had already started cursing in a bad temper.

Meng Xia scratched his head and pursed his lips. His almond eyes seemed to be filled with water, and he was afraid that a string of water beads would fall in the blink of an eye.

Ning Qingwan sighed inaudibly, feeling that she was bullying a little girl, she was about to use the microphone to say something.

But the soft and waxy sweet voice penetrated the eardrum.

"I'm so excited, old...husband, I'm sorry." He turned around and bowed deeply to the audience and said, "I was wrong, please don't hit me, my wife fans, when you enter Wanwan's house, everyone is a family. You are bigger and I am smaller, I will never dare again next time."

Hearing the laughter from the audience, Meng Xia secretly sighed in relief.

She looks cute and looks soft, and her words are very pleasing. The sudden action of hugging Ning Qingwan doesn't seem to be intentional. Most of the fans' anger has dissipated. .

Seeing the petite figure walking off the stage, Ning Qingwan raised the corner of her lips slightly.

The little girl's name "husband" is always three points sweeter than others.