People always follow the environment, and after more experiences, no matter how strange the experience is, it will feel normal. Just like the first Western meal, I looked at the pile of knives and forks on the table with trepidation, and quietly thought that I was very clever in peeking at other people's skills, for fear that I would be treated as a dirt bun by someone if I made a mistake. However, when you have eaten Western food for a year, you are very arrogant, not only do you not take care of those messy knives and forks, but only pick your own hands, and even say to the brother in front of you: "Dude, the foreign devil's set is fooling, how comfortable and how to use it! Do you want to have a pair of chopsticks?"

Zhao Yongqi is actually similar to the guy who recommends eating Western food with chopsticks, and over the past year, thousands of enthusiastic fans have met, and neurotic ones have not been encountered. The first time he encountered a fanatical fan who suddenly crossed the blockade, he was a little nervous, but now he just stopped in the middle, so that the girls behind him were not threatened, and he didn't even make any further moves. Because he knew very well that in a few seconds at most, the high-level bodyguards who were planted beside them would take down the person in front of him.

Sure enough, among the two men who pretended to be assistants and stuck to Feifei, one of them immediately pounced on the man a few meters away, while the other person had already put his hand into the inner pocket of the inappropriate dual-purpose shirt without moving. If the man who pounced out can't be captured smoothly, it is estimated that the following will be a big scene.

It's a pity that if you want to enjoy a popular drama, it's more realistic to go to the cinema to buy tickets. Thanks to the motherland's gun ban policy, both public figures and ordinary people don't need to worry about rushing out of a terrorist carrying an AK47 to shoot wildly.

Locked his shoulders with one hand, stumbled slightly under his feet, and then the gravity of the earth and the weight of both sides, almost one face, the middle-aged uncle who seemed to be relatively strong had been steadily pressed to the ground. Even the right hand, which was holding a black plastic bag with something inside, had been tightly clasped.

Zhao Yongqi raised his right hand slightly to stop the girls behind him, put it down at the moment, and stood in place and looked at the middle-aged uncle with some interest. To be honest, except for a few elderly people like Deng Chao, the fans here are basically under the age of forty. It's really rare to have an uncle who is a fanatic.

Just when Zhao Yongqi was observing the other party, the security guards who had just come down from a car behind, as well as several more robust VJs, PDs, etc., rushed up to surround the members of the brother group first, and then beckoned the nearby security guards to come forward and work together to capture the uncle.

"Brother Xiao Qi, Brother Xiao Qi, please, stop, stop!" The man who had been pulled up by several guards seemed to have just recovered from the feeling of being knocked unconscious, and saw that Zhao Yongqi, who was surrounded in the middle, was being pulled by the guards to move towards the entrance of the hotel with some reluctance, and couldn't help shouting loudly.

Although scientists believe that the eyes are the window to the soul, they do not agree with the theory that the eyes can reflect the inner thoughts. But Zhao Yongqi felt that the man in front of him only had anxiety and pleading in his eyes, but there was no hatred or other negativity.

Breaking free from the pull of security, he waved his hand to signal the security guards to stop, although he was still pulled and could not get past the security surrounding, but he had already stopped and said loudly: "Uncle, you have something to do with me?"

"Something, something!" As if he saw a life-saving straw, the uncle struggled hard, not breaking free of the protective arm, but there was excitement in his eyes.

After thinking about it, he took a deep look at the middle-aged man who was dressed in a stall, he didn't look like a rich man, his face was peaceful, and he could even see the white-haired middle-aged man on his forehead, Zhao Yongqi shouted to those security guards: "Brother Long, you bring him to the hotel, I will ask him a few words." ”

After finishing speaking, he pulled up one by one and hid behind him, was trying to stretch out his little head, tiptoed over the shoulders of the security guards, looked at the middle-aged uncle's Feifei and Li Zhien, and whispered: "Nothing to see, let's go." ”

Pulled by Zhao Yongqi's big hand, the two little devils who like to come out of the whole thing can only be dragged into the door of the hotel reluctantly in one step and three times.

After entering the hotel, the looks of the security guards immediately relaxed a lot, and they scattered to the periphery, loosely guarding the dozen men and women in the middle.

Not only Zhao Yongqi, but other people also seem to be interested in the middle-aged uncle, basically no one wants to leave here, and they all seem to be waiting to see the excitement.

After a while, the middle-aged uncle was held hostage by two security guards, one left and one right, and entered the lobby of the hotel directly.

Glancing up and down at the uncle a few times, Zhao Yongqi first said to the guards: "You let him go, I don't think this uncle looks like a bad person." ”

"Mmmm, I'm not a bad person, I didn't want to attack you!" the uncle nodded in response.

Although the bodyguard accompanying Feifei frowned, he didn't say anything in the end, just got closer to her, and the two guards naturally listened to Zhao Yongqi, and let go without the slightest hesitation.

As soon as he let go of his hand, he saw that the middle-aged uncle suddenly weakened his knees, fell directly to the ground, and said sadly in the stunned eyes of everyone: "Little Brother Qi, I know you are a busy person, but I beg you, just take a little time to meet my daughter!"

"Uncle, you get up first!" An arrow stepped forward and grabbed the middle-aged man's arm, and Zhao Yongqi's strength directly made him drag the man up.

Frowning slightly, looking at the middle-aged man who had already shed tears, Zhao Yongqi pointed to the coffee booth not far away, and said softly: "No matter what happens, don't kneel down or anything, I will definitely help if I can." Uncle, let's go over there and sit down first, and let's talk slowly, okay?"

"Well, good. Wiping the tears on his face, the middle-aged uncle who seemed to have calmed down a lot, I don't know if he heard Zhao Yongqi's assurance, or because he was treated gently, there was only a little excitement and gratitude on his face at the moment.

A group of "idle people" who watched the excitement, such as oranges or white-haired wolves, squinted their eyes and hung behind Zhao Yongqi, not far or close, just enough to hear the distance of the conversation, and never left. The security guards are more spread around to prevent the hotel guests from getting too close together.

After a while, Zhao Yongqi helped the middle-aged man to sit in the booth, and then the uncle didn't need him to ask, so he said directly: "My name is Wen Chengying, and my daughter's name is Wen Juan......"