"What should I do? Isn't this great?"
Song Shijun walked over and pointed to the love letters and gifts on the table.
"Tsk tsk, there are so many love letters and so many gifts. Isn't it nice for you to enjoy the feeling of being a goddess and an idol?"
However, Han Qiqing didn't feel good about it. Instead, she felt very uncomfortable.
"Just because of a video? They like me?"
She said she didn't know what these people were thinking.
And this kind of love is not real at all, it is all illusory.
Mu Xiaoxiao doesn't think so, "They like you because they think you are kind and they like your inner self. This video is just a medium for them to get to know you. I don't think there is anything wrong with it."
Han Qiqing shook her head, "I don't want to be an internet celebrity!"
Song Shijun said funnyly, "No one wants you to be an Internet celebrity. Don't worry, they are just temporarily blind and they will be fine after a while."
Han Qiqing picked up the pillow and hit him.
Song Shijun dodged and fell into the single sofa nearby.
He stood up, plucked the love letters on the coffee table with his hands, and clicked his tongue twice, "There are quite a few."
Mu Xiaoxiao looked at him, smiled, and said jokingly, "Shijun, you said in the morning that no one wants Qiqing, now it's a slap in the face."
Song Shijun patted his face cooperatively.
"I forgot that China has more than a billion people, and there are always a few who are blind."
As soon as he finished speaking, a pillow flew over.
Song Shijun flexibly reached out to grab it and held it in his arms.
"Here, let me see how disgusting the love letters they wrote are."
He leaned forward to get the love letter. Mu Xiaoxiao waved his hand away like a fly, "No, these are for Qi Qing, only Qi Qing can see them."
Song Shijun pouted and leaned back on the sofa, "If you don't want to read it, don't read it. It's not that I haven't read the love letters. I just want to give her some advice so that she can analyze which love letters are fake and which ones are real. Sincerely."
Han Qiqing frowned, looked at the love letter on the coffee table, and said worriedly, "I don't even know if I want to read it..."
"Look, why don't you look?" Song Shijun encouraged, "Quickly take apart a few and take a look, and I will help you analyze them."
To put it bluntly, he just wanted to read the content of the love letter.
Mu Xiaoxiao saw through his little trick and said to Han Qiqing, "Qiqing, if you want to see it, wait until you get back to take it apart and take a look."
Han Qiqing thought for a moment and nodded, "Yeah."
Song Shijun pursed his lips, looking uninterested.
He folded his hands on the back of his head and said with regret, "If I had known, I would have been in the same group as Qi Qing, so that I could be caught on video and have a taste of being popular."
Han Qiqing was too lazy to pay attention to his weirdness and said to Mu Xiaoxiao, "Xiaoxiao, do you want something to drink? I'll get it for you."
Mu Xiaoxiao said, "No, I'll just go get it myself."
But Han Qiqing insisted on getting it, and Mu Xiaoxiao said she wanted hot milk tea.
Song Shijun said, "Big red man, I want to be hot too."
Han Qiqing rolled her eyes at him, "If you keep calling like that, I won't let you get it!"
"Ahem, Qiqing, get me a drink, thank you." Song Shijun quickly changed his tune.
Mu Xiaoxiao covered her mouth and laughed.
After Han Qiqing left, she moved to the edge of the couch, close to Song Shijun, squinting at him with her eyes bent, and asked snickeringly, "Shijun, are you jealous when you see Qiqing receiving so many love letters?" Bar?"
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