The national male god of Korean entertainment

"Does You Yan like any celebrity now?"

Hearing this, Xia Youyan looked at him in astonishment, did he know something?

"What kind of expression do you have? I just want to know what kind of idols girls your age would like. A few days ago, my manager showed me the age group of my fan base, children in their 20s It seems to be quite few, so I want to break through myself and add a little more other styles into it."

"Oh oh oh, it turned out to be like this. But now I don't have any favorite artists, but I used to admire Zhongji oppa very much!"

worship……

She used this vocabulary that was limited to fans and idols, and there was absolutely no love between men and women in it. Should he continue to ask?

He just wanted to die, did he need to make himself so embarrassed?

"What about now? Do you still continue to worship..."

This question made Xia Youyan a little bit troubled. If she answered yes, would he ask the bottom line, so that he would find out that she was not simply adoring her before, but actually liked her?

If the answer is that he no longer worships, isn't it too embarrassing for him?

"Seeing you are in such a difficult situation, I think I already know the answer..."

Xia Youyan grabbed the hem of his clothes with both hands, and unintentionally rumpled the hem of his clothes. In Song Zhongji's view, this kind of behavior was already the answer.

"That's right, you don't have the time to worship anyone now, that guy Zhilong should have given you enough headaches."

Xia Youyan didn't say much, but just laughed dryly twice as if agreeing.

Then the two chatted about other topics, and the atmosphere seemed to be harmonious, and that was enough.

If we meet again in the future, we will still greet each other, that's enough.

When he was about to get home, Xia Youyan suddenly pointed to a big supermarket not far ahead and said, "Stop by the supermarket on the roadside, I want to buy something."

"Just right, I'm also going to buy ingredients and prepare dinner."

The two parked the car and entered the supermarket together.

Song Zhongji often came to this supermarket, so he went in without any pretense.

Seeing him bring a little girl in, many sales promotion ladies thought this was his little girlfriend, and joked with them, "Zhongji, your girlfriend is so beautiful, just like a doll!"

"When are you going to get married? You are old and young, so it's time to think about it."

"Little bride, come and taste my kimchi..."

Song Zhongji didn't bother, and explained to them one by one that this was the neighbor's little sister, not his girlfriend.

Although those aunts said they knew it, but judging by their expressions, it was not what they said at all.

"Zhongji's oppa is very popular!"

"Zhilong's will be even higher, next time you can try taking him to the supermarket."

Xia Youyan shook her head like a rattle, "I will never try this unexpected way of suicide."

Bring Quan Zhilong to the supermarket?What a joke, she and Song Zhongji will be mistaken for a couple by everyone, but everyone's attitude is very enthusiastic, although it is a bit unbearable.

With Quan Zhilong, she probably won't be able to go back alive.

Who made that man really make people love and hate, in this kind of mood, even she has mixed feelings, maybe she meets some black fans, and she will be clicked by a single excitement.

The two of them quickly came out of the supermarket after paying their bills, and they both felt like they had survived a catastrophe.

"Hahaha..." They saw each other's embarrassment and laughed at the same time.

"Kacha" a white light flashed, and Song Zhongji's eyes immediately became sharp.

He took all the bags from Xia Youyan's hand, "Put your hood up quickly to cover your face. Stand to my left and walk with me. We're going to the parking lot now."

Xia Youyan didn't hesitate too much, so he did it.

Finally in the car, Xia Youyan was about to take off her hat when Song Zhongji held her wrist, "Don't worry, they are still following."

"Is it a reporter?"

Song Zhongji nodded, but did not speak.He still doesn't know whether these people are the group who were stuck in the apartment just now, or the ones who have been with him all the time.

If it's the ones with him, it's better.

If it was the wave that blocked her apartment, I don't know what ugly words I would write.