Fu Yancheng turned a blind eye to her gaze warning, raised his big hand, and put the hat on her down jacket on her head like a pot lid.

Punishment: "......"

What the hell is this man doing?

Insanity?

She clenched her fists and was ready to fight him!

He gave her ...... Hat?

The down jacket was clean, as white as a flower in April, without bells and whistles, and her wide hat almost covered her forehead, and her white goose-egg face became more and more delicate.

Fu Yancheng's pupils shrank slightly, but there was no expression on his face, and his voice was still very cold.

"I don't know how popular you are, but I think a little star like you shouldn't want to be recognized by fans, I can help you block it, as long as you don't move, you won't be discovered."

The punishment was stunned.

So this person is blocking her, holding her, and doing something to her, but he is actually helping her block fans?

"......" This person's brain circuit is too strange, isn't it?

But...... It's better than being a hooligan......

Xing Luoxi pursed his lips, relieved himself speechlessly for a while, and said sincerely, "Thank you." ”

Fu Yancheng's tone was dignified, "Thank you for not needing, you helped Cheng Qian out of the siege, and I will also help you once, we are exactly two clear." ”

There is no truth to this.

The little girl came to ask for an autograph when she heard him shouting, and then attracted everyone's attention, if this was trouble, it was also the trouble he caused her.

He blocked this for her, who was there to help her?

Since it doesn't count, how can it be cleared?

But Fu Yancheng just said it so reasonably.

In fact, if he didn't want to return the favor, how could he be entangled with a girl here for a long time?

Xing Luoxi was a little unaccustomed to his tone, but he still asked suspiciously, "How do you know that I helped Qianbao out of the siege?" ”

Fu Yancheng explained, "Cheng Qian secretly ran to the supermarket, when you helped him out of the siege, an elder happened to see it, and I just learned about it, and you, I have never met me, with your age and experience, it is impossible to know my old man, but Cheng Gan's attitude towards you is extraordinary, and I naturally have a conclusion." ”

Qianbao really ran out by himself.

"Oh......" Xing Luoxi nodded, thinking about it and said, "By the way, Qianbao is ......."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a shrill voice.

"What's the little master? Yang Yuhan, you have to be unreasonable again, and stay here alone for the New Year! ”

In the crowd, a woman in her early thirties frowned, tucked her shoulder-length curly hair, and looked impatient.

The little girl cried and tugged at the corner of her dress, whining and sobbing for her mother.

The faces of the onlookers were not very good-looking.

What the hell is this......

I don't know where to run to leave my daughter here alone, don't say it, I came back and saw my daughter crying, I didn't feel any distress, I opened my mouth and scolded, this, this mother is a stepmother!

"Let go!"

The woman pushed the little girl away, "Yang Yuhan, let me tell you, if you talk about that kind of vase waste all day long, don't call me mother!" ”

"Woo ......"

"Mom...... Master ......"

"Don't Don't ......"

The little girl surrounded the woman helplessly, her voice was hoarse, and her little hands grabbed the corners of the woman's clothes again and again, and they were knocked off again and again, which made passers-by feel distressed and angry.

What happened to the fan idol?

The most important thing is, how did their little master become a vase waste???

The crowd was outraged.

The waiters all took off their overalls.

At that moment, a sound as clear as spring water murmured from the corner.

"This lady, do you have any opinion on me?"