The little stepmother is poor and crazy, and the Buddhist disciples in Beijing kneel down and pamper

Fang Qingqing:......

Fang Qingqing was stuck there. It was neither possible to leave nor not to leave.

Forget it, I still have to be proud and I won’t leave.

She leaned a little to the right, trying to pass behind them.

The long queue was like a long-tailed snake. Wherever she went, they would go, without even giving her a chance to leave.

"Qingqing flies and flies, the wind always follows, Qingqing runs and runs, the yellow sand rolls all over the sky. Your moon, my heart, Mr. Yun holds Qingqing and wants to kiss it. After today, there will be no tomorrow, Qingqing is red One day is one day, go quickly, go quickly, go quickly, if you don’t come, I won’t leave. How long will there be in the future..."

Fans saw Fang Qingqing's attitude and started shouting slogans.

Once was not enough, so he shouted twice, and the sound became louder and louder.

Everyone in the airport was attracted by their voices, and countless people looked over. Passers-by who didn't know the truth had never seen such hurtful support, so they picked up their mobile phones and started taking pictures.

The airport staff even whispered to each other and smiled with their lips covered.

Fang Qingqing suddenly felt embarrassed and anxious. She nodded and dropped the sunglasses on her head, covered her face and walked across the one-meter-long pedestrian passage.

Embarrassing, I have never been so embarrassed in my life.

On the other side of the passage, Yun Yan held Yun Sheng with one hand and stood upright. The two of them greeted her with smiles.

"Fang Qingqing, I have a letter, a letter for you."

Some fans hurriedly took out the letter they wrote to Fang Qingqing.

One hand in front of him held a tissue with densely written writing on it.

"You write me a letter on a napkin?"

Fang Qingqing was numb. Other fans used beautiful pink envelopes to write letters to their idols, while her fans used tissues to write to her.

"No, I am not the person who carries tissues with me. This is the tissue from the airport toilet. I didn't even bother to use the large size. I kept it to write you a letter. Take it now."

Seeing Fang Qingqing's hesitation, the fans stuffed the feelings written on the toilet paper into her arms.

He even said fiercely: "Just do it and cherish it!"

Fang Qingqing:......

Fang Qingqing is about to cry:

If it doesn't work, find someone else you like.

He lowered his head, as if he had made some determination to break out of the circle of unreliable fans.

It’s so funny that I can’t get out at all.

There were 50-cent lollipops and paper cranes made of free candy wrappers waiting for her in front.

"This is the first time for everyone to pick up the plane. Let's understand each other."

Some fans saw the disappointment in her eyes and comforted her.

"That's right, I was so pressed for time. I took five subways to get here."

"Yeah, me too. I didn't dare to take a taxi for fear of being stuck in traffic, so I asked an errand boy to deliver it to me on a motorcycle."

"I'm a little luckier than them. My family lives right next to the airport, and I came here through a shared bicycle."

……

Fans talked about their hardships along the way.

Fang Qingqing:......

"Okay, thanks for your hard work, I'll send you an itinerary early next time..."

It's over, I spilled the beans.

"No, I mean, don't come next time. It's too hard."

"That won't work, you have to show your face!"

Fans stubbornly rejected her proposal.

Fang Qingqing finally walked out of the long queue with a bunch of "gifts" and "letters" in her arms.

Fans were still shouting:

"Fang Qingqing, come on! You are the craziest."

"Fang Qingqing, as long as you always represent my mental state, I will always like you."

"Fang Qingqing, shoot more and talk less, be a quiet beautiful girl and don't go crazy."

Fang Qingqing:......

"How about you guys just have a fight."

When Fang Qingqing came in front of her husband and children, Fang Qingqing's heart was instantly broken after being comforted by her fans.

I saw Xiao Yunsheng holding a lot of gifts in his arms.

There are the latest Ultraman Father, a small Mata programming robot, a 3D printing pen, the Little Prince and a red rose crystal ball...

A full embrace.

Even Yun Yan was holding a few delicate red roses in his hand...

She looked back sadly and saw that the fans had put away their banners and evacuated one after another.

"Little stepmother, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing that Fang Qingqing's expression was not very good, Xiao Yunsheng tilted her head and asked in concern.

"What did you say happened to me, what did you say happened to me, what did you say happened to me?" Fang Qingqing walked forward, not wanting to pay attention to them.

Seeing this, Yun Yan quickly followed her and gave her a few roses in his hand, "Here you go."

"I do not want!"

Fang Qingqing turned away stubbornly. A gentleman will not eat what he has come to complain about!

But she was still so sad.

He lowered his head, "Wow wow wow..." An alarm-like cry came from the covered mouth.

Yun Sheng's eyes were red when he saw that his stepmother was unhappy.

"Then I won't accept any gifts from them in the future. Some of them are really expensive. I don't think this is good."

Fang Qingqing: "Wow wow wow wow..." She cried even louder.

Xiao Yunsheng was confused.

"Then how about I ask them to give it to you directly? Don't cry."

Naituanzi was almost crying.

Yun Yan whispered something in his ear, and Yun Sheng closed his mouth and stopped talking.

Lin Shen was already waiting outside in his car.

Seeing the three people coming out, they quickly got out of the car and took the suitcase from the security guard who delivered it.

"Mr. Yun, madam, young master, welcome back to Beijing."

Fang Qingqing made an appointment with him and walked directly to the car.

Lin Shen felt strange and said with concern: "Madam, let me throw away the garbage in your hand for you. It won't look good if you hold it in case there are paparazzi outside..."

Fang Qingqing:......

"boom!"

The car door closed, and the woman's suppressed cries came from the luxury car.

Lin Shen innocently turned around and met a pair of cold eyes.

Yun Yan handed him a few roses and said in a cold voice, "Not seeing each other for two days is like ten icebergs apart. I didn't expect your emotional intelligence to cool down so quickly."

Lin Shen:......

Lin Shen was confused. What happened to him?

He glanced at the young master in Yun Yan's arms for help.

Yun Sheng couldn't see his little stepmother being sad, so she stuffed things in her arms to him one after another. Grandma's voice was filled with sadness:

"That was a pick-up gift from my mother's fans, not trash."

Lin Shen's pupils were shaking, and he covered his mouth at the speed of light.

Unfortunately, it was too late, and the damage caused to Fang Qingqing was obviously irreparable.

He carefully put the things in his arms in the trunk and prayed secretly:

I hope Mr. Yun won’t deduct his bonus this month because of this matter. If possible, he would be willing to give Mrs. Yun a truckload of garbage, ah, no, a truckload of airport pick-up gifts.

The exaggerated lineup of Fang Qingqing being picked up by fans quickly became a hot topic.

Major marketing accounts headed by Liu Datou described the scene as a sea of ​​people, men, women, old and young.

"I have to say that after the filming of "Preparatory Mommy" and the famous director Chen Mingkai's "Kunlun Fu", Fang Qingqing has become a well-deserved top star. The scene of fans receiving the airport is unprecedented, and the support is deafening. The airport pick-up gift is unique. ”

"Of course, in addition to Fang Qingqing, there were also her rich husband and lovely son. The family of three looked very eye-catching. The three of them seemed to be moving separately, but in fact, they got together after being separated for a long time. In the end, they got into the luxury car and left together, presumably to go back. They went to their luxurious love nest in Kyoto.”

Netizen: "Top class per capita?" ? ? ? 》