Young Master Bo, your wife is going to heaven

"..."

Well, it's better not to talk to strangers.

Sheng Nuan ate on his own.

but.

but!

Does this guy have such a strong presence, that bling bling outfit.

I don't know what material it is, it can blind her eyes.

She is nowhere to hide.

"..."

I go.

But you can't let them change clothes, after all, they bought tickets to come here, and they might be people who support Fu Zicong like her.

She took a deep breath and stood up immediately.

"Miss, where are you going?"

Sheng Nuan said angrily, "Where am I going, does it have anything to do with you?"

Bao Siyan smiled slightly and said, "It doesn't matter, but I want to remind you that if you want to sit in another seat, it's impossible."

"why?"

"Because all the seats here are contracted by me."

"what?"

impossible.

Didn't Fu Zicong say that these seats are worth 3000 yuan, and he can contract them all by himself?
Wouldn't that cost hundreds of thousands?
As he said that, Bao Siyan took out a handful of tickets from behind, and said with a slight smile, "Do you still need me to verify your identity one by one?"

Sheng Nuan: "..."

There are all kinds of fans these days.

arrogant.

So Bao Siyan, who was dressed very low-key at this moment, nodded slightly, the stupid girl finally knows now.

"Are you his fan?"

"No."

Sheng Nuan almost fell off his seat, what?
Is there something wrong with his brain circuit?

"No, then you..."

Not a fan?

Isn't it because the fans still spend so much money to buy these seats, is it because they are full?

Or is it getting boring, just come in and stroll around?
Sheng Nuan sat back in his seat and gave him a sideways glance, a freak.

Ding.

A message has come.

It was sent by the organizer: "Dear fans and friends, hello, there are still 10 minutes before Fu Zicong's concert starts, please sit back to your original seats."

She snorted and didn't bother with him.

It also tastes delicious on purpose.

"what about the taste?"

This is what he prepared for this girl just now, and it should be in line with her taste.

"What are you doing? Do you want to eat it? Let me tell you, this is specially made for me. It is your idol."

She said mysteriously: "How about it, envy, envy?"

Idol.

Bao Siyan frowned slightly: "Fu Zicong?"

?
Why does this feel so strange, isn't Fu Zicong his idol?

What is his expression?

"Yes, but only this one, you don't have one."

Bao Siyan narrowed his eyes slightly.

Alright, Fu Zicong not only stole his wife from this stinky boy, but he also planned to steal his merits now?

Could he stop the concert every minute?
He flicked the message with his fingers.

Ding.

Xiao Heng was in a bad mood when he received it.

what's the situation?
Didn't he just agree to go to the concert as a fan to approach the Young Madam, in order to strengthen their inexplicable feelings.

Anyway, the boss likes to do these boring things, so they did it.

But what happened today?

Cancel the concert?
OH, NO, isn't this hitting the young lady's muzzle?
It's even worse to say that Fu Zicong is the white moonlight in the young lady's heart, and they used to be childhood sweethearts.

But once these words are spoken, his head will be wrung out in minutes.

So he could only say: "Boss, do you still remember the purpose of coming here? You just want to get close to the young lady as a fan. Maybe you will get in touch with each other, and then you can..."

He didn't say anything later, anyway, according to the boss's understanding ability, he would always develop in those disharmonious directions.

What he actually wanted to say was - this way, you can get to know Mrs. Young in all aspects, and you can find a better way to get along, so that you don't have to bother them.

Always make them run errands and do weird things.

It's okay to be very tired.

"But you have to be prepared for this plan, I will stop it anytime and anywhere."

Xiao Heng: "..."

Your actions are too coquettish.

As soon as Sheng Nuan raised her head, she saw a man in black clothes, a black hat, and a black mask staring at her.

That look is like that of a large beast.

"..."

Suddenly there was a bad premonition.

But I don't know if it's my hallucination. For a moment, I feel that this guy looks like someone.

But I can't tell.

Because he's already wearing sunglasses.

"..."

Is this picture really good at night?
"Do you have a boyfriend?" he asked.

Sheng Nuan took a sip of the drink, are people so straightforward nowadays?

I heard from Fu Zicong that his fans are concentrated on young people aged [-] or [-], and many people want to give birth to monkeys for him when they leave messages.

But why didn't she know that there were such fanatical male fans, and she was still a bit brain-dead.

"What are you doing?"

Due to Fu Zicong's status as a fan, she couldn't directly spray him like this.

"Does your boyfriend know you're here?"

"???"

So is this guy really crazy?

If you want to talk about a black list of fans, this guy can definitely enter No.1.

"Why are you asking this?" She maintained a sense of distance, her eyes were distant, and after glancing at him up and down, she had already blacklisted him.

Instead she asked, "Do you know Fu Zicong?"

"do not know."

puff.

Now I can't even spit out the drink.

"Then do you know his songs? Or did you come in because you heard his songs occasionally?"

"No." Bo Siyan answered simply and neatly.

"Even if I knew his songs could explode, I would never listen to them for a minute."

"..."

Not a fan?

"then you……"

"I just came here to have a look." Bao Siyan looked at her and said, "Because my girlfriend likes to watch his concerts."

what.

Sauce purple.

She breathed a sigh of relief: "It turned out to be like this."

Unexpectedly, this guy is still a careful person.

She has already made up all kinds of plots in her brain, such as a boyfriend who is hard-working and doesn't know what her girlfriend likes, so she secretly researched her girlfriend's diary and found out that her favorite singer is Fu Zicong.

Then sneakily came to his concert, wanting to hear what kind of situation it was.

In the end, I went back to study hard and prepared to sing Fu Zicong's song to my girlfriend, wanting to surprise her.

Omg the romance is dead.

But Bao Siyan's next sentence shattered all her fantasies.

"I don't know what's so good about that."

puff.

This time he vomited blood.

"Are you serious? You don't know Fu Zicong?"

Although he is not a superstar, he is also a top star, and he can know the overwhelming one by swiping Weibo.

Sheng Nuan coughed, and said solemnly: "Well, let me give you a popular science."

She patted her chest and said, "After listening to it, you will definitely like him."

"I like him, do I need it?" Bao Siyan ruthlessly refused.

Sheng Nuan: "..."

So what is the situation with this person?
She turned around, went to her place, and swiped her phone.

As she swiped, she suddenly received a letter from someone.

"Where?"

I go.

A little guilty.

"It's nothing, I went out today and met a strange person."

The phone of the man in black next to him vibrated: "Oh, is that so?"

"That's right, that person obviously doesn't like something, but he forces himself to do it. Do you think this is a weird person?"

"No, he probably just wanted to know what his girlfriend was thinking."