Qiao Yitong frowned secretly, a little disgusted: "Mr. Xiao, this is my personal business, do you manage too much."
Xiao Mingshu's face sank instantly, and Qiao Yitong's body was tight, ready to leave at any time.
But the next second Xiao Mingshu's face returned to normal, smiling, and even speaking softer: "I just care about you and don't want you to be harmed. I don't want to take care of your private affairs. Don't get me wrong."
Qiao Yitong breathed a sigh of relief and asked suspiciously: "Are you... my fan?"
Xiao Mingshu blinked his eyes with an innocent face, "Of course I am, don't you believe it?"
Qiao Yitong didn't say a word.
Xiao Mingshu said: "I have known you since your debut. I have watched every variety show you participated in on every TV."
Later, Xiao Mingshu told the TV series that Qiao Yitong has played since his debut, and even every role and the final ending of each role, which is more detailed than Qiao Yitong himself.
If Qiao Yitong was suspected before, then he believes it now.
Xiao Mingshu beckoned, and someone immediately behind him came over and put a box on the table. He opened the box. It was full of things about Qiao Yitong, photos, posters, and even human-shaped cards.
"Your company doesn't do anything. I made these. There is also a waiting pillow, but it is too big to bring it. But I have a photo. Would you like to see it?"
Facing Xiao Ming Shu Xiyi's eyes, Qiao Yitong only felt uncomfortable and embarrassed: "No need!"
Xiao Mingshu took the phone and sat next to Qiao Yitong and clicked on the phone to show her: "It's okay, it's not troublesome anyway, you see, this one was made by me when you were fifteen years old. Now it looks a little small. I hold it every day. Sleeping, so it’s a bit old, but it’s okay, I have already found someone to do it again."
In his photos, there are not only waiting pillows, but also posters that Qiao Yitong has never seen before. The walls are covered with mud. Qiao Yitong is embarrassed except for embarrassment, because she has never seen a fan like Xiao Mingshu.
Qiao Yitong didn't know what to say, Xiao Mingshu said to himself: "I wanted to see you a long time ago, but our old man didn't allow me to come out. This time I also secretly came out, Tongtong, can I take a photo with you? Don't worry, I won't send it out, I'll watch it myself."
Seeing Xiao Mingshu looking at him pitifully, coupled with his innocent and beautiful face, Qiao Yitong's heart softened.
Xiao Mingshu immediately turned on the camera function and took a few shots and was not satisfied. "This picture is not good enough. I am not handsome enough to match you. This picture is not good. It made me too ugly. I want to retake it. One..."
Qiao Yitong: "..."
She didn't understand his psychology very much. From her point of view, she looked pretty and cute at best, like a minor, so why did she give birth to the illusion that she was a stunning beauty.
Xiao Mingshu had been taking pictures, and he reluctantly returned when the steak was served: "Tong Tong, can you sign me?"
Qiao Yitong said dumbly: "Yes."
Xiao Mingshu's eyes suddenly flashed with a surprise light, and he took a knife to slice the steak with some excitement, cut the steak into small pieces, and then put it in front of Qiao Yitong, cautiously in flattering.
"Tongtong, you eat."
Qiao Yitong looked at him, and a strange feeling suddenly appeared in his heart. After saying thank you, he asked: "You... really like the TV I played?"
She used to play some supporting roles, but because of her looks, the role was quite lovable, but I don’t know why he likes it, and she likes it so much...
Xiao Mingshu saw her take the initiative to speak to herself, and said with a smile: "I like it, I am your fan, of course I like you, I like every role you play, but..."
Qiao Yitong was a little curious: "But what?"
Xiao Mingshu looked at her for an instant, and said seriously: "The characters you play are very lively and lovely, very lively, and can make people feel happy, the real you, there are too few words, and you don't laugh."
At the end, Xiao Mingshu was a little bit distressed: "You should laugh. You look good when you smile. I have never seen anyone smile better than you. You should be carefree."
Qiao Yitong's hand that crossed the steak, his eyes were astonished and at a loss, then he lowered his eyes in a panic, and the hand holding the fork shook a few times.
There was a wave of fluctuations in her heart. She grabbed the emotions in her heart, curled her lips and smiled and said: "I am like this myself. All TV shows are performed in performances. That is not the real me."
She started filming at the age of nine. She has seen too many intrigues in this circle. She is always careful and suppresses herself. Maybe she doesn't even know what personality she is. Why does he say that she is carefree.
Xiao Mingshu didn't say anything, just tilted his head and said, "But I like to watch you smile."
Qiao Yitong did not respond again, looking down to eat the steak.
Xiao Mingshu asked abruptly, "Is the steak delicious?"
Qiao Yitong said: "It's okay."
In fact, she doesn't like steak, so she can barely eat one meal.
Xiao Mingshu's dark blue eyes seemed to stick to her, and he said gently: "Tongtong, you are dishonest."
Qiao Yitong raised his eyes to look at him, there was no temperature in his eyes.
But Xiao Mingshu didn't mind, instead he smiled and said, "I remember your interview said that you don't like western food."
Qiao Yitong put down his fork: "Since you know, and you invite me over, can I think that you did it on purpose."
Xiao Mingshu was a little angry, but was very happy: "If you don't like it, you can say no."
Qiao Yitong choked: "..."
Is this her fan
It is estimated that it is black powder.
"I'm done, thank you for the steak, I will leave if I have anything else."
Qiao Yitong didn't want to get along with him anymore. He always felt that the person in front of him was very dangerous. Being watched by those dark blue pupils, there was always an illusion of being seen through by him, which made her feel bad.
"Then I'll see you." Xiao Mingshu also got up, "Tong Tong, can you still film, can I go to the troupe?"
Qiao Yitong said indifferently and remotely: "No, thank you."
Xiao Mingshu sent Qiao Yitong out of the restaurant. Before the two of them reached the door, one of them walked in.
"Young Master." The visitor is not someone else, but Mo Wenlang.
Xiao Mingshu frowned unhappy when he saw him: "What are you doing here?"
With a smile on his face, Mo Wenlang squinted his eyes when he looked at Qiao Yitong, "Miss Qiao, hello."
Qiao Yitong didn't know Mo Wenlang, "Do you know me?"
As soon as Mo Wenlang wanted to speak, he was pushed aside by Xiao Mingshu, and the innocent face instantly cooled down: "Mo Wenlang, are you investigating me?"
If it weren't for investigation, how did Mo Wenlang know Qiao Yitong
Mo Wenlang wanted to explain. Suddenly a few luxury cars drove from a distance and parked at the entrance of the restaurant. The doors opened, a pair of shiny leather shoes fell on the ground, and Huo Jingyan in a suit and imposing imposing suit walked out of the car.