Abduct a boy and bring him back

Qiao Mohan thought that it was just a coincidence that Ling Huan could meet enthusiastic fans. There are billions in his country, and Ling Huan has only a few million fans. How could he meet him as soon as he went out?

Ling Huan picked a not-too-popular literary film, thinking that it would not be crowded, but it turned out that he overestimated the traffic in City A, and there were already no seats before the movie even started.

Ling Huanxuan's position was fairly close to the front, and Qiao Mohan dragged him through the crowd and pulled the mask on his face under his mouth.

The two of them are tall and stand out from the crowd, and their appearance is also very eye-catching, blingbling... Ling Huan will consciously let go of Qiao Mohan's hand.

But it was still paid attention to by many people.

There was a small commotion in the crowd.

Many little girls started whispering.

The two stood together, earning a lot of attention, even people at the mother level couldn't help but look twice, who's child looks so good...

Qiao Mohan had no choice but to pull the man to sit down quickly, Ling Huan was next to the man, secretly tugged on the man's clothes, and said in a low voice, "The ladies and sisters nowadays are really scary."

The man pinched the back of his neck habitually, and put it in his ear, "Didn't you be arrogant and charming just now, and now you are cowardly again?"

Ling Huan will be a little hot here, and he is not afraid of his hands being cold, it is quite comfortable to touch like this, so let him do it.

However, people in the first few rows turned their heads to look at them one after another, and Ling Huan pulled up the mask again.

"It's not just looking at me... Do you think you are very low-key?"

Qiao Mohan lifted the corners of his lips, somewhat enjoying the current atmosphere.

"Do you see that the mobile phones of the two young ladies in front are facing us?" Qiao Mohan motioned him to look up, "right ahead, the ones in the second row..."

Ling Huan raised his eyes following his gaze, then lowered his head again, "What the hell, why do you have to take a photo if you know each other?"

Qiao Mohan glanced at the two girls meaningfully, and asked suspiciously, "Why do I think we know each other?"

"Huh?" Ling Huan looked up again, but the target had already started to shift. "Hey, where are people?"

The man took a deep breath, feeling that his luck was out of luck today, and raised his chin in the direction of the aisle on the right, "The target has 20 seconds to reach the battlefield!"

Ling Huan glanced at the aisle to the side. The two from just now had grown into three, and they were dancing excitedly while rushing here. He reckoned that if a little more adrenaline was added, they would all have to jump over here.

"Ah! What should I do... I really know each other!" He wanted to find a hole to drill in, and if he went on like this, he would see the light and die!

Qiao Mohan took his hand out from behind his back, ready to fight, "What should I do, they've already finished taking the photos, isn't it just an autograph, it's not like you can't write..."

Ling Huan was extremely glad that he took an overtime class last night to master his signature. This is all a facade, a facade!

In an instant, a smile was ready on his face, but he was currently wearing a mask, so he couldn't see anything for the time being.

The three young ladies squeezed and squeezed, ignoring the dissatisfaction of the audience, and squeezed from the aisle until they stood beside the two, um, beside Qiao Mohan.

Qiao Mohan smiled half-smile, curled his legs slightly, and gave way to a few people.

But these girls are far from the vicious eyes of the young lady on the street just now, and they don't think that the person in front of them is someone called Ling Huan Baobao, but they just thank the handsome guy in front of them with reddish faces.

Then, still standing on the spot, he passed Qiao Mohan and approached Ling Huan, "Excuse me, are you JR's brand model Ling Huan?"

Ling Huan pulled off the mask in embarrassment, and smiled without denying it.

JR brand model Ling Huan?Is this title so advanced? !Internet celebrity or something, it's too weak!

Several girls screamed a little, expressing their joy, and handed Ling Huan's photo and a signature pen that were printed out at some time in front of Ling Huan, "The three of us are all Your fans, can you sign your name for us, I really like you."

Ling Huan took it, glanced at himself in the photo, and the corners of his mouth twitched, feeling a little strange.

He signed the photo with Qiao Mohan's thigh.

Qiao Mohan tilted his head and looked at these photos, all of which were selfies taken by Ling Huan on Weibo, either he was still confused, or wrinkled his nose and said he was hungry, or when he was doing a problem until he collapsed.

The man thought to himself, it seems that the orientation of these young ladies still has something in common with him.

The young lady looked at the man's legs subconsciously being so intimate with Ling Huan, she blushed for a while, and subconsciously bubbled from the top of her head.

"Thank you, I will always support you..." The young lady made a cheering gesture to Ling Huan.

The people around here are already looking at this side, not knowing why, is it some singer or actor?

"Thank you for your support." Ling Huan said, in a discussing tone, "The movie is about to start, let's sit back in our seats, shall we?"

The young ladies looked around, and after being reminded by Ling Huan, they also realized that it was affecting others, so they quickly made a gesture of covering their faces, which was too cute.

Seeing that it was time to go, the young lady who hadn't spoken in the middle finally spoke, "I... can I give you a hug?"

Ling Huan subconsciously glanced at Qiao Mohan, and gave her a suppressed smile, "Of course, but you have to return to your seat after hugging it? It should affect others."

The remaining two young ladies were not calm when they heard this, and said to each other, "I want it too, I want it too."

Several young ladies stepped forward to hug her in turn. Qiao Mohan gritted his teeth and was hit in the face by the second young lady's shoulder bag.

When Ling Huan saw it, he subconsciously reached out to touch it. Qiao Mohan shook his head, indicating that he was fine.

There were more and more people looking this way around, and the surrounding lights dimmed in an instant, and the movie was about to start.

The three girls walked back reluctantly.

When Ling Huan waited for the eyes of his surroundings to return to the big screen, he turned his head and touched Qiao Mohan's face.

"How is it? Does it hurt? Let me see..."

The man pinched Ling Huan's arm and pulled it off his face, "It doesn't hurt, don't worry, it's not disfigured." Qiao Mohan said, "However, you didn't post your whereabouts on Weibo, what a coincidence ?”

Ling Huan was very innocent, "No..."

Then, with a guilty conscience, he took out his phone and glanced at a post he had just updated.

Qiao Mohan, "..."

"Ah, I accidentally positioned it!" Ling Huan hecked twice, rubbing his head on the man's shoulder unconsciously.