Jun Ze gritted his teeth and stretched his hand to jump over.

The security guards had already run over with batons, yelling at them not to move, with fierce expressions.

Jun Ze's eyes were surging with anger, he let go of his clenched fists and jumped back obediently.

In front of everyone's eyes, the girls, who are considered crazy fans, rush straight towards their husband's idol Yang Yixing.

The girl was dressed in a wide school uniform, which was empty and funny on her body, and her little face was tense, indescribably nervous and serious.

Then, the crowd shouted in surprise.

One by one, their eyes widened in disbelief as they watched as the handsome girl pounced directly on their hero.

The moment the two landed, the security guards who were like a great enemy also ran to them.

looked at Yan Xiaocheng vigilantly, raised the baton in her hand, as long as she made a little movement, she would be knocked out immediately.

The coach who followed stopped them directly.

Those team members and logistics staff also looked at the two people on the ground with ambiguous eyes.

Yan Xiaocheng breathed a sigh of relief, and the nervousness and seriousness on her little face disappeared.

The pitch-black hair was scattered in front of her forehead, she looked at the young man who was pressed under her, smiled with crooked eyebrows, her eyes were bright, and she reached out to cover his eyes: "Obedient, don't open your eyes." ”

Ah Xing has a phobia of purple, and except for a few people closest to him, outsiders don't know about it.

Among the reporters just now, there was a female reporter wearing a purple dress.

The young man under him doted on the corners of his lips, and closed his eyes obediently,

The boy's voice was clear and beautiful, as pleasant as a violin bass: "Is that so?" ”

Yan Xiaocheng nodded, and then found that in front of the public, his posture was a little awkward.

She blushed, quickly climbed down, and reached out to pull him up.

I don't know what Junze said to the security guard, the reporter in the purple dress has retreated and is gone.

Yan Xiaocheng glanced back, let go of his hand with confidence, and sat on the ground.

Yang Yixing has already stood up.

The young man's facial features are very ordinary, but they can be combined, but they are inexplicably amazing.

The boy looked at the girl who was sitting on the ground, his slender arms stretched out in front of her, and he smiled.

The young man's laughter, like the peach blossoms flying in the sky in April, is full of grace, and it seems to have gone through a cold winter, and suddenly a hundred flowers bloom overnight, lighting up and warming the whole world.

The cheeks of the boy, two deep dimples, filled with the tenderness of the whole world.

There was silence all around, only amazement.

It turns out that idols like to be beaten by others!

The girls are starting to regret it, if you know that's the case, it's good that they pounce on it, if they pounce, then they are the ones who are in close contact with their husbands now!

Crying, how can you let others take the lead and pounce on your husband.

Yan Xiaocheng put his hand in his hand, let him pull himself up, looked up at him with a smile, and whispered: "Idiot, I saved your life again, how can you thank me." ”

He raised his eyebrows slightly, a little puzzled, but suddenly half-squatted in front of her, and his voice was soft and warm: "Why are you so flustered, what if you trip?" ”

The crowd gasped again, all looking at the scene in front of them as if they were stupid, their mouths open enough to fit an egg.

On the red carpet, the teenager half-squatted in front of the girl, and his slender white and shiny perfect hands were like jade, and he tied the girl's loose shoelaces into a special knot like a trick.