The group tacitly asked Hu Qinghe to lead the young master off the plane first, and then followed one by one. Wan Qi followed Bixia and Lin Zhimu and were about to leave the cabin door, but he heard the girl's cry coming from behind.

"Hello, you... can you take a photo with us?"

Bi Xia and Lin Zhimu turned their heads. It was common for them to be recognized as celebrities and were very skilled in dealing with these behaviors of fans. Both of them had professional smiles on their faces at the same time.

However, they found that they were thinking too much. These girls did look like star-chasing, but their eyes were straight ahead of them and nailed to Wan Qi.

Wan Qi smiled slightly, walked to the girl with long legs, and said softly: "Of course."

The girl formed a ball and her face turned red with excitement, but she still tried hard to suppress the sound of her throat that was about to cheer, and kept saying: "Thank you, thank you."

The girls are petite. In order to let them all come into the camera, Wan Qi bent his knees slightly, lowered his height, and smiled at the camera.

Bi Xia noticed this detail and raised her eyebrows secretly. After Wan Qi escorted all the girls out, she continued: "You are really good to fans, oh yes, these children are not fans."

Wan Qi's always cold eyebrows and eyes softened into a pool of spring water, and the light sound floated in the wind.

"These fans have the purest and sincere love for me, and they deserve my careful care..." Wan Qi turned halfway and turned to Bi Xia and said, "Sister Xia, you may not know that my fans call me a 'male god'. Since they regard me as a 'god', they are naturally my 'angel'."

Lin Zhimu and Queen Bi were completely stunned. Angel? Treat fans as angels?

They thought that when they first entered this industry, they would express their greatest gratitude to every fan who loved them. But later, the company's packaging and resources gradually became richer, and their fans' units began to calculate with "ten thousand", or even "ten thousand", "million" and "ten million". They did not have the energy to take care of everyone, and now they have become accustomed to using this formulaic and official smile to face every fan.

Even if they know that these fans really love them.

In the bizarre entertainment industry, they can persist in walking and reaching today's height step by step, because they have the support of those fans.

Lin Zhimu's throat moved slightly and showed a thankful smile to Wan Qi.

"You are right. It's very happy to be your fan. Wan Qi, now I sincerely apologize to you for my previous behavior... I also hope that you can maintain this concept and work hard forever from beginning to end."

Wan Qi nodded. No matter how many fans he has in the future, he will always be ‘everyone’ to me.

Lin Zhimu laughed and hugged Wan Qi. The two of them walked out of the cabin door together.

Queen Bi looked at her silently from behind. Her Xiao Wanqi was really accepted by Lin Zhimu, the arrogant ghost. However, Xiao Wanqi said that I don’t know that her fans call her a “male god”, which is wrong.

Bi Xia took out his cell phone from his bag, turned on the phone and walked outside. He skillfully boarded the QQ and entered a chat room called "god" with only four people.

Midsummer: The male god personally gave us the name of the fan, the angel.

Bisha silently whispered on the keyboard: If you are willing to regard me as God, then you will be my eternal angel. Every, unique angel.

After saying this, Queen Bi quit QQ, stuffed her phone back into her bag, and trotted a few steps to follow Wan Qi and Lin Zhimu in front of her.

This book was first published by Xiaoxiang Academy, please do not reprint it!
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