I Rely on Cultivating Immortals To Spread All Over the World

In July, the weather is fine and the airport in City A.

As soon as Ling Hao came out, he heard a deafening scream, which was also mixed with addresses such as brother, cub, husband, etc. The scene almost got out of control.

He pulled up the brim of his hat, took off his sunglasses, raised his finger in front of the mask, and gave a shh to everyone.

There was a moment of silence around, and the next second, the screams were even more astonishing, and there were excited cries.

Ling Hao was a little helpless, so he could only raise his hand as a signal, telling them to be a little quieter, so as not to affect other passers-by.

Under his request, the scene was slightly controlled, but it was still a bit sensational.

Therefore, he had no choice but to pass through the crowd and leave here quickly under the escort of the team.

After a few rounds of turnaround, when I approached the pick-up car, there were fewer people following me, leaving only a group of loyal and seasoned fans.

Several of them were old sisters who took pictures of him with cannons, but they were very conscious, kept a proper distance, and did not slap their faces.

Ling Hao got into the nanny's car, blowing strong air-conditioning, and felt much more comfortable.

He glanced at the bodyguards blocking the fans outside, and the woman communicating with the fan support group.

After thinking about it, he said to the assistant sitting in the co-pilot: Xiao Zhong, go to the car behind with the bodyguard, and the driver will take you back later, so you don't need to follow.

After finishing speaking, he added: It's best to help me get rid of my bastard.

Xiao Zhong is a boy in his early twenties, he doesn't gossip or ask too many questions, he just nodded in response: Understood, brother Hao.

Watching Xiao Zhong get out of the car, he said a few words to the people outside, and helped persuade the fans to stay away.

Only then did Ling Hao take off his hat and mask, and leaned against the back of the chair with his eyes closed.

Vaguely, I can feel that someone opened the car door and sat up, and the familiar fragrance penetrated into the tip of the nose, reassuring and throbbing.

The people around him did not disturb him, but whispered to the driver to turn down the air conditioner, and covered him with a thin blanket.

Before she withdrew her hand, Ling Hao accurately held her hand and rubbed it on the side of her face: Sister Zheng, I'm so sleepy.

He Zheng paused, then smiled: Sleep when you're sleepy, I won't disturb you.

Ling Hao opened his eyes and looked at her, as if they were still shining: Sleep is not as important as you.

He has always been able to speak his love words lately. When she first heard it, she still felt embarrassed and moved, but now she is used to it and helpless.

But, of course, I still like him, and I still have a heart for him.

He Zheng withdrew his gaze as if nothing had happened, and looked at the tablet in his hand: Then it's up to you, I have to deal with some work, so don't disturb me.

Well, although Ling Hao complied obediently, he still couldn't help asking, What did you tell them just now?

It's nothing more than telling them to go home early. It's too hot to pay attention to sun protection to avoid heat stroke.

Sister Zheng is so kind, what do they call you in private? Sister, or sister-in-law?

... He Zheng glanced at him, There are all of them, and there is someone called my mother.

Ling Hao couldn't catch his breath, and almost choked: My mother, do you have daughter fans now?

Yeah, you're a big star now.

No, no, so-so, not as good as Sister Nan and Teacher Sheng.

They're not in the country recently, right? Wouldn't it be good if we ran to live in the villa area by ourselves?

It doesn't matter. Sister Li and brother-in-law will also come, as well as Teacher Yu and his girlfriend. After staying for two days, Sister Nan and the others will be back.

As Ling Hao spoke, he couldn't help sighing: The two of them are at ease now. They shoot a movie a year, release an album, and hold a concert every three years. Even so, it is very difficult to surpass them. where.

He Zheng held his hand back and looked at him tenderly: You are always unique, there is no need to compare yourself with others.

Sister Zheng, I'm so touched.

You'd better sleep.

Let’s stop here for the extra episode, everyone is destined to see you in the next book~