"No, how can you get into the fans?"
"Let's not talk about that. Do you see a service desk over there? You go over there and wait for me. I'll hang up first. " Ji Rao hasn't hung up yet. I don't know whose support stick is waving excitedly by its owner, and it hurts the innocent Ji Rao. When Ji Rao's hand is called, his mobile phone is taken off.
Pop.
Good die not die, fell to the security hand in hand clear out to Wu Zhaoyun that way.
Ji Rao
A pair of shoes stopped in front of the white mobile phone with an apple logo.
Wu Zhaoyun picked up his mobile phone and hooked the mask under his chin with his index finger. "Whose mobile phone is this?"
There was another shriek.
There are even a few irrational female fans shouting, "it's mine, it's mine.".
Ji Rao didn't care about anything at this time, and yelled, "mine!"
Surrounded by his fans all turn to look at him, Ji Rao can't help but lower his head, no one can see his face. Ji Rao pushed forward this time, and no one would stop him.
The security guard holding hands also blocked the fans and Wu Zhaoyun. Ji Rao didn't push hard, but pressed his hat again. From his perspective, he could only see the place below Wu Zhaoyun's neck. Ji Rao held out his hand and said, "sorry, it's mine."
Wu Zhaoyun didn't say anything. He just put out his hand holding the mobile phone with a smile. Their hands were more than half a meter away.
Ji Rao saw that he didn't mean to go. The security guard released his hand again. He had no choice but to go to Wu Zhaoyun and reach for him.
"Unfortunately, it's a very expensive mobile phone. The screen is broken."
Ji Rao goes to get the mobile phone, and drags it. It doesn't move. He looked up at Wu Zhaoyun in surprise and shame, and ran into his smiling eyes.
It's not intentional.
"Don't be so excited when you pick up next time. It's not good to cause any loss, don't you think?"
Ji Rao nodded and pulled the mobile phone back.
Wu Zhaoyun pointed out, "it's not wrong to follow my steps, but also pay attention to safety."
Ji Rao bit his teeth and said, "I'm not. I'm not here to pick you up."
Wu Zhaoyun laughed for a while and said faintly, "Oh? Who are you here to meet? "
"Friends."
Ji Rao turned his head and almost ran away.
Wu Zhaoyun looks at Ji Rao's back with a faint smile on his face until he hears Ji Rao's distant cry.
"Mingshuo!"
This is the second time he heard the name from Ji Rao. The first time is when Ji Rao is drunk and holds him.
Wu Zhaoyun's smile froze.
Tao Mingshuo, who was looking around at the service desk, heard the voice and looked over. The smile in his eyes could not stop, "Ji Rao."
Ji Rao's expression shows a person who has never seen a secret love for a long time. Once he sees the exciting behavior he should have.
Ji Rao runs to Tao Mingshuo. Tao Mingshuo releases his luggage and opens his arms to Ji Rao with a smile. Ji Rao pounced on Tao Mingshuo and made him fall back two steps.
"You're back."
Ji Rao hugged Tao Mingshuo and then let him go. His eyes were full of smiles. "You still know how to come back."
"Yes, I heard that you mentioned with the filmmakers association that you want to play with me?"
Ji Rao reaches out to pull Tao Mingshuo's luggage. Tao Mingshuo blocks it. Ji Rao firmly takes it over, and they walk out side by side.
"We haven't been on the same stage for a long time. I'd like to stand on the stage with you."