Chapter 1182: Little Orange's Decision 7

Su Mian clenched her small fists, lowered her eyebrows, and her face seemed to be even whiter, without even a trace of blood.

Xu Ying grinded his teeth, "What kind of quality do these people ......have?"

All kinds of unbearable scolding came and went, all of which were aimed at Su Mian.

The last one to come out was the seventh day of the first month.

As soon as he heard that someone was scolding Su Mian, this stupid boy immediately became anxious, threw away the bag containing the peripherals, and walked quickly to Su Mian's side.

Chu Qi took out the headphones from his pocket, stuffed them into her ears, and deliberately turned the volume to the maximum.

Su Mian's eyelashes trembled, and she looked at him in a daze.

"Have you scolded enough?" Chu Qi swept to the stands, in the end, it was the people of the Nan family, they were really serious, and the momentum should not be underestimated.

A man standing at the front coaxed: "How are we scolding, we are telling the truth!" I'm a fan of Team Marvel, and I paid for tickets for you! What I want to watch is a wonderful game, not a blind *** fight! ā€

Others responded: "Yes, we don't want to see Mango Sago Fishing play again!" ā€

"You can do it, if you can't do it, shut up!" Chu Qi angrily went back.

The man quibbled: "I have to be able to refrigerate a refrigerator when I comment on it?" I'm telling you, fans are gods! You have to be respectful, or ......"

"Or what?" Chu Qi sneered, "We have worked so hard to train, is it for you to play?" Feel free to take off the powder or step back, and keep your mouth clean! ā€

Xu Ying pulled the seventh day of the first month, "Okay, you and Mianmian should make headlines when you make a big fuss......"

"I see who dares to report!" Chu Qi looked around, and his eyebrows and eyes, which still had a childish atmosphere, were shrouded in a faint murderous aura.

The reporters who were originally holding the cameras put down the equipment in their hands one by two, pretending not to see anything.

After all, who doesn't know that Nan Chuqi is a member of the Nan family.

Offend the Nan family, don't they want to live?

The man jumped over the wall in a hurry, "You give me back the ticket money!" I don't want to fan garbage teams like you! ā€

Chu Qi happened to bring cash today, and he didn't even count it, so he threw all the money in the man's face!

"Is that enough?"

The man swallowed, his eyes full of greed, but his mouth said, "You are insulting!" ā€

Chu Qi took a step and approached the other party, "Either take the money and leave, or ...... I'll let you know what a real insult is! ā€

It was autumn, but the man couldn't help but shiver.

"I—I'm going to the forum to hang you!"

With cruel words on his lips, the man quickly picked up the money on the ground.

Haha, it's really earned, his tickets were only bought for a few hundred yuan, and the money on the ground is thousands of dollars!

First, someone paid him to come over and bring the rhythm of Hei Sumian, and now this person is stupid and has a lot of money and gives him money, which is a double happiness!

The man was happily picking it up, and a pair of sneakers appeared in his eyes, stepping on a few pieces of money.

"Let it go...... It's my money! ā€

Chu Qi snorted, "Are you happy to pick it up?" ā€

The man stiffened, raised his head, and said with little confidence: "You won't regret it, right?" Backtracking, do you still have any credit for your miracle team? ā€

Chu Qi looked at him condescendingly, and suddenly raised his hand and pulled it hard, pulling down the man's zipper!

"It's really strange that we keep saying that we are fans of our Miracle Team, why are you wearing a support T-shirt from another team?"