Look good

Qiao Xing was really narrow-minded.

Although there was no change on his face when Wen Changrong mentioned his age just now, in fact, rows of small crosses had been drawn in the small books in his heart, and he secretly held his breath until he arrived at the venue.

When the car reached the red carpet, the doorman stepped forward and opened the door.

To Qiao Xing's surprise, Qi Da's new song conference was not grand, but there were quite a few media and fans present.

As soon as he and Wen Changrong got out of the car, they were greeted by a burst of flashing lights.

Wen Changrong is not an industry insider, and he has no intention of exposing too much in the media, so the media took two random photos and transferred them to Qiao Xing.

Qiao Xing raised the corners of his mouth, slightly curved his eyes, and showed a standard commercial smile. He deliberately stood a little distance to the side so that Wen Changrong would not be on camera with him.

After all, he was just a guest, and he didn't take many photos. The flash light almost stopped in about ten seconds. Seeing this, Qiao Xing went forward with the man.

Walking past the place where the media gathered in front, Qi Da's mighty fan group was on both sides of the red carpet, and some people whispered: "Is this Qiao Xing?"

"Looks like eh..."

"The Qiao Xing who wrote "To the White Rose"?"

"That's right, Dada's company said it before when it released a promotion. I heard that this song is a score that Qiao Xing has treasured for many years..."

"Wow, let's Dada make a big splash...Dada is really awesome..."

Qiao Xing heard it in his ears and rolled his eyes crazily in his heart.

Isn't your family Dada awesome? They turn over the keys of the owner without the consent of the owner, and they buy and sell by force because of the money owner.

I know how to bully the elderly, hum.

Almost at the end of the red carpet, Qiao Xing heard a few excited shouts.

"Fortunately!"

"Papa Joe! Look at me!"

"Ashin! Look this way!"

Qiao Xing followed the voice, and as expected, he saw several girls holding signboards with the words 'Qiao Xing' and 'Xiao Qiaosu'.

There were only about six or seven girls in this group. On the left was the mighty group of Qi Da fans, and on the right was a solid wall. They crowded into a small corner, looking inconspicuous, even a little pathetic.

But when they saw him, their eyes were bright and their faces were full of joy.

"Hi." Qiao Xing smiled at his poor little buckwheat cakes with a perfect smile that can only be used for Jin's main business.

"Ah!" The little girls almost couldn't control their voices, and then they quickly took out their mobile phones and frantically took pictures of Qiao Xingyi.

After the filming, the girl holding the light sign of 'Little Buckwheat Cake' shouted to him excitedly: "Luckily, you look very good-looking today!"

"Thank you." Qiao Xing tilted his head and winked at her: "You look really good today, too."

"..." The girl who was still full of enthusiasm just now suddenly turned red from her cheeks to the tip of her ears, and her whole body looked like a cooked shrimp. Finally, she lifted up the signboard of 'Little Buckwheat Crisp' and covered her blushing face .

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Before Qiao Xing could respond, Wen Changrong suddenly leaned over and leaned into his ear.

"Tell me about the flirty bag you wore today, and now you're really flirting with me, huh?"

"..."

...Listen!

What divine logic is this!

He just smiled and blinked his eyes twice at most! !

Wen Changrong said he was coquettish! !

Unreasonable, crazy, hard to serve!

Qiao Xing slandered wildly, but she quickly restrained her smile and said to the girls, "Okay, everyone, go back early."

"We won't go back, we still want to listen to your song later!"

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Qiaoqiao didn't let go... I want to be molested by Qiaoqiao!" A mushroom-headed girl cried.

A fan standing behind poked the sister who was still howling, and then pointed carefully at the back of Wen Changrong who had already stepped forward at this time.

"... Qiao Qiao goodbye." The little girl bid farewell to Qiao Xing immediately, but her eyes were still reluctant to part, but for some reason... her eyes wandered between him and Wen Changrong, and her expression seemed to be a little...excited?

"Well, go back early." Qiao Xing didn't care to look at the expressions of the fans, and hurried forward to chase Wen Changrong.

The temper of my own benefactor is really... Sigh.

Difficult.

Really difficult to serve.

If there is a next life, he must change to Jin who has a good temper and is easy to serve...

wrong.

In his next life, he wants to stand up and become a benefactor.

He was born with a golden spoon in his mouth, lived in the scent of king crab every day, and raised ten small fresh meats, each of which required him to be so dedicated.