In fact, there is still the last day before Xiaowen's ten-day appointment. Zhang Hai wanted to postpone another day to see if her Gua was really so good, but he did not expect that he would fall ill again early in the morning.
This time all the women in the house had seen his blue dragon with fish scales.
There was no more delay, Zhang Hai was also a little scared. It seemed that Zhuge Xiaowen's hexagram was really not so effective, so on the last day, he took a flight to Hong Kong.
There was also Murong Xinluan who was walking with Zhang Hai. She was holding back in Zhong Hai for half a year, and she couldn’t stand it. This time, a singer from Hong Kong was holding a concert at the Red Hall and invited her to join her, so she followed Zhang Hai went to the plane together, and at the same time, she had another task, which was to feed Tao Yang and take urine.
Zhang Hai was still worried that Long Baichuan would be disadvantageous to Murong Xinluan, but when he contacted Xiaowen, she got a point and said that it should be safe, so Zhang Hai agreed to take Murong Xinluan.
When I drove to the Pudong International Airport, Murong Xinluan's star was upset, and she kept asking Zhang Hai, "Do you think anyone will recognize me? If you do, ask the child I am holding, how should I answer?" After a while, he asked, "I haven't released a new song for half a year, and haven't participated in any activities. Wouldn't the fans forget me?"
Zhang Hai smiled and said, "Do you want others to recognize you, or are you afraid of being recognized?"
Murong Xinluan blushed, put Little Tao Yang around in another arm, and said, "Isn't they conflicting?"
"What's the contradiction?" Zhang Hai stretched out his hand to embrace her soft waist, smiled and comforted: "No one will recognize you today, you see you are in sunglasses and a cap, dressed up Like a female spy, how can anyone recognize it? In fact, even if you don’t recognize it, you don’t have to lose it. After all, it hasn’t appeared in half a year, but I have confidence in your singing. As long as you go to Hong Kong to sing, the horse can take over. Entertainment headlines from major newspapers."
Hearing what Zhang Hai said, Murong Xinluan was very happy, but she continued to say: "I used to dress like this and wear a mask. Those fans can recognize me."
"Really?" Zhang Hai didn't believe it. "It's a hat, sunglasses, and a mask, so they can recognize you? Do they have radar in their eyes?"
Not to mention, even though Murong Xinluan hid her head and covered her face, someone actually recognized her.
After the plane took off, sitting in the spacious and comfortable first-class cabin, Little Tao Yang was already asleep quietly, and Murong Xinluan, who had been busy for a long time, put the little guy in the seat next to him. Children are not easy.
At this moment, a girl came across, a seven or eight-year-old girl with pink makeup and two pigtails, very cute.
"Sister, has anyone ever said that you look a lot like Murong Xinluan." The little girl asked milkily.
"Really? It looks like it?" Murong Xinluan touched her pigtail and smiled.
"Yeah, sister, don't you know, you, all in wa
It was exactly the same as Murong Xinluan, and I was almost about to admit my mistake. "
"Oh?" Murong Xinluan laughed, "Then why didn't you admit your mistakes?"
Without even thinking about it, the little girl replied sternly, "Because Murong Xinluan doesn't have a baby."
"Haha." Murong Xinluan couldn't help laughing.
"Sister, can I take a photo with you? I like Murong Xinluan the most." The little girl said again like a little adult.
"Okay." Murong Xinluan readily agreed.
When taking a group photo, Murong Xinluan removed his hat and sunglasses, which immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the first-class cabin, and even the flight attendants gathered.
"Wow, it really looks like Murong Xinluan."
"This is Murong Xinluan?"
"Impossible. Everyone knows that Murong Xinluan does not have a baby. You are not as good as the other girl."
"Hey, there are too many copycat versions now, and the imitation shows are becoming more and more similar, using fakes to make the real."
Zhang Hai's ears are relatively sharp. Listening to these comments, he can't help being funny. The fake products are true and false. There are so many counterfeit products that they really come, and everyone doesn't believe it anymore.
Maybe because this Murong Xinluan is so real, first-class passengers came over to take pictures with her, and Murong Xinluan is also not rejected, he needs to sign for autographs, and take a group photo for a group photo, so people here come As people go, the situation is a bit chaotic.
"Her signature is exactly the same as Murong Xinluan, is she really Murong Xinluan?" At this time, a girl who got the signature began to doubt.
"Yes, are you really Murong Xinluan?" another girl asked directly.
Murong Xinluan is a little embarrassed at this moment. It is not necessary to lie to others, but if you don't lie, how can the children around him explain? It explained that others didn't believe it.
She turned to look at Zhang Hai, who was by the window, asking Zhang Hai to help her lie, so that even if she was exposed in the future, it would be nothing to her.
However, Zhang Hai just smiled, and put his head to Murong Xinluan's scented ear and said, "You have your own vanity and caused trouble, so why do you let me lie? I am also a public figure, and countless girls love me. The object of Huaichun, how can I lie? If it is exposed, where is my reputation? Where is my credibility? My image of brilliance and integrity..."
"You have an image." Murong Xinluan cursed in her heart. If she weren't in front of everyone, she would almost be violent and vulgar. This kid was too bad and helped him with the child for a long time, but he refused to help with this little help.
"Sister, why don't you answer? You are Murong Xinluan, aren't you?" The girl who got the autograph asked again.
Murong Xinluan was so anxious to death. Forget it, I can only admit it frankly. As soon as I was about to speak, I heard Zhang Hai shamelessly say in his ear: "You can ask me for help. Let me touch it ten times."
"Smelly hooligan!" Murong Xinluan's beautiful eyes flashed a sullen expression. She really couldn't stand someone's extreme shamelessness. If it hadn't been confirmed by a series of things, she really didn't believe that the former iron eagle would become such a hooligan.
Hai let out a soft cry of pain, it was obvious that Murong Xinluan's little hand was performing the family law on the soft flesh under his armpit.
Seeing that Sister Murong did not reply to her answer, she flirted with the man in the same seat, the girl became unhappy, and urged: "Are you really Murong Xinluan? Will Murong Xinluan treat her? Fans of the fans are playing big names. If you are just a parody show, please don’t corrupt Murong Xinluan’s public image."
Although the girl was not polite, it was also out of her idol worship and maintenance, and she didn't have any malice, so Murong Xinluan had to respond with a smile, but did she admit it or not
Zhang Hai was actually playing with Murong Xinluan. At this moment, he put his hands flat on his hands, straightened his body, and coughed twice. Murong Xinluan, who is very familiar with him, let out a sigh, and said that this kid is finally willing. Helped.
But what made Zhang Hai depressed was that he just wanted to help Murong Xinluan solve the problem in exchange for the ten touches, and when he was about to speak, he shot Cheng Yaojin halfway.
"What are you doing here? Why is it so messy? Is this an airplane? How is it like a vegetable market? Mainlanders are not qualified."