If I were you

Because it was a flight in the middle of the night, An Qing was afraid that her hair would be messy and difficult to manage, so she simply put on a hat, because Wu Fan told An Qing from his personal experience that his whereabouts may have been exposed, and the airport in Vancouver should be There are fans.

Wu Fan, who pays great attention to fans, said that going to the airport is also a skill, you have to walk with momentum and not be afraid in the face of danger.

Fortunately, An Qing took Wu Fan's body and experimented with it herself for a few days, and she was able to grasp most of Wu Fan's charm.

"I found out that when you go to the airport, it's like walking on a catwalk. Don't you want to be so exaggerated, I'm under a lot of pressure..." An Qing hid in Wu Fan's body and cried all kinds of things.

At any rate, An Qing is using the voice of her own soul at this moment, and the delicate female voice will not be too abrupt. Wu Fan said that this kind of coquettish voice, as long as it is not made with his body, he is quite useful.

However, it's useful, he can't let An Qing mess up his image in the airport mobile pictorial, at most he will say a few words of consolation: [Anla Anla, just treat yourself as if you are standing on the stage, don't be nervous . 】

"Wu Xiaofan, you don't mind your back hurting when you're sitting and talking!" An Qing complained dissatisfiedly, "I've never been on stage before, how can I think I'm on stage?"

Wu Fan said that he didn't have time to talk to An Qing, he was enjoying the food that the stewardess just delivered, oops, I'm really hungry after tossing all night, let's go to bed after eating, um, it's such a happy decision!

So, An Qing, who was ignored, went crazy and scratched at the wall, this guy is too irresponsible, don't you really trust me so much?I'm going to fuck up you believe me I'm gonna fuck up!

Although a lot of determination has been made in her heart, if there are really fans at the airport in Vancouver, she will definitely make Wu Fan regret ignoring her.

However, when she actually showed up at the airport, she still relented.The main reason was that before she could go out, she heard a crowd of noisy voices outside, which gave her an ominous premonition, and made her give up the idea of ​​tricking Wu Fan.

Sure enough, when she appeared, she found a group of fans who had guessed her itinerary swarmed up, and An Qing was almost thrown into a mess by the wind.

Wu Fan yawned and insincerely cheered An Qing up in the corner of his body: "Come on, come on, be normal, be normal..."

Normal heart your sister ah!An Qing gritted her teeth in all kinds of ways in her heart, and on the surface she had to face the fans with a pleasant face.

It wasn't until An Qing got into the car with Wu Fan's friends and left the airport that she breathed a sigh of relief.

It feels really weird to be surrounded by a group of people!

However, An Qing originally thought that the airport this time would be ruthless enough. Unexpectedly, compared to the subsequent airports, this time was actually the one with the fewest people and the most gentle. .Of course, these are things for later.

At this time, An Qing was sitting in a friend's car, not only had to deal with Wu Fan's friends, but also Wu Fan's mother.

Well, the big boss appeared again, and she felt that she really worked hard.

However, compared to getting along with Li's father, An Qing is very comfortable with Wu's mother.

After all, the relationship between mother and child is relatively normal, unlike the rigid father-son relationship, which makes people feel that something is wrong at first glance.

However, no matter how An Qing pretended to look like her, Mama Wu still felt that something was wrong with her son. To be precise, her son was quite normal in the morning, but in the afternoon, he started having unexplainable twitches.

But thinking that her son is sometimes silly and cute, Mama Wu expressed her calmness, and her son like this is even more likable. Mama Wu, who loves her son like her life, suddenly felt a feeling of "the Wu family has a son who is just growing up" a feeling of.

The holiday this time was a bit long, and An Qing and Wu Fan didn't return to South Korea until March [-]th.

Mama Wu was also accompanying her. Mama Wu said that if she had time now, she would spend as much time with her son as she could. After a while, Wu Fan would have no time to go home and meet her.

In order to get along with Wu Fan and Wu's mother, the company specially allowed Wu Fan and Wu's mother to live alone outside.

Mother Wu didn't leave until the 28th, and Wu Fan was finally going back to the dormitory.

It has been more than a month since they left the dormitory. When Wu Fan and An Qing returned, they found that the dormitory had completely changed.

"So... are you living together?" Wu Fan stood at the door of his room with his luggage in his hand, staring blankly at Zhang Yixing who was lying on his bed and playing with the computer.

"That's right, Huangtao Baozi Xiaobai Chanyeol lives in one room now, downstairs, Junmian Zhongda and Zhongren live next door to them, Luhan Sehun Dudu lives next door to us, as for me, it's pitiful to see you alone , I will move to your room." Zhang Yixing said without looking up while holding the Coke straw in his mouth.

Wu Fan twitched a few times, feeling a little stomach ache: "The new album is going to fit together, so why don't we just fit together for the accommodation... These days are getting more and more lively..."

"It's okay, if they want to make trouble, they can make trouble with them. Anyway, I will be content if they don't come to make trouble with me." Zhang Yixing said that he has no pressure to stay at home.

"...Zhang Yixing, you obviously have big breasts, don't act like you have big breasts, okay..." Wu Fan dragged his luggage into the room and put the door on.

Zhang Yixing said with disdain just like Wu Fan did: "What do you know, my name is pectoral muscle, pectoral muscle!"

Wu Fan expressed his contempt: "Are you sure you have that thing?"

Zhang Yixing exploded instantly: "Just kidding! My brother has practiced before! Look! This is the biceps!" As he said, Zhang Yixing still clenched his fists and bent his arms, trying to let Wu Fan see his muscle.

Wu Fan gave a disdainful smile and said, "Are you also called muscles?"

Zhang Yixing squeezed his small muscles that were looming indignantly: "It hasn't formed yet, wait for my brother to practice for another month, and let you know what a good figure is!"

Following Zhang Yixing's gaze, Wu Fan saw the dumbbell lying in the corner, Wu Fan curled his lips, and said perfunctorily: "OK, OK, you're amazing, so can you get off my bed now? You Brother Fan, I finally came back, you just greet me like this, hurry up and help me clean up!"

Zhang Yixing rolled his eyes and collapsed on the bed: "If you're so dishonest, who cares about you!"

Wu Fan sighed, well, you are all my ancestors, just ignore it.