my secret ex boyfriend

Ms. Li is worthy of being a mother fan who has eaten 17 years more than those 30-year-old high school students. She is agile in her hands and feet, and her figure is like electricity.

"This location is good!" Ms. Li finally stopped, panting on the guardrail, and looked back at An Ling behind her, "Xiao Qi can definitely see us at a glance."

An Ling shook his head, waiting for the double image of his mother in front of him to merge into the same one, he fixed his eyes on the stage set up ten meters away in front of him, almost wanted to hit his head on the guardrail and fainted.

"Ms. Li, you really hide it!" An Ling gritted his teeth, "I'm just worrying about you for nothing!"

He wanted to turn around and run, but now he was squeezed by the people behind, and it was difficult to turn around even the first step, but Ms. Li was right in front of him, and he had to protect her from turning her into a meatloaf.

Mom, dear mother, you really know how to cheat your son!

Surrounded by a group of little girls about 1.6 meters in height, he is too conspicuous as a big man of 1.8 meters in height.

"Are you a male fan?" The little girl next to him asked him in a loud voice.

After An Ling made sure that she was asking herself, she shook her head resolutely, damn it, it was even difficult to shake her head.

"You don't have to be shy," the little girl smiled meaningfully, "We have quite a lot of Shu Shu male fans!"

He couldn't answer these words, An Ling could only pretend not to hear.

But the little girl remained enthusiastic, "I'll give you a hand, you are tall, lift it for me later, I have to take the camera."

As she spoke, she stuffed the things in her hands into the gap between An Ling's arms and her body, took the camera off her neck and pointed it at the empty stage.

Ms. Li quickly drew it out and held it above her head, and said thank you to the little girl.

Anling struggled to see what words were printed on the back of the handwriting: Everyone loves Qi Wangshu.

He snorted disdainfully.

Immediately afterwards, he felt what it means to be cute.

The scream came from a distance like a huge wave, and it spread so quickly that his head was about to explode before he could cover his ears.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

"Shu Shu! Qi Wangshu!"

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

"Qi Wangshu! Qi Wangshu!"

An Ling was in the frenziedly writhing crowd, he heard screams that were about to blow over the roof, and only then did he realize that Qi Wangshu was really red.

"Qi Wangshu," An Ling lay on the desk in the back row of the self-study classroom, looking sideways at Qi Wangshu who was copying the experiment report, "Yesterday, my mother went to ask for a peace talisman again, and I asked her to bring you a career talisman by the way. .”

With his index finger, he picked up the small sachet containing the career amulet, and dangled it in front of Qi Wangshu's eyes.

The small sachet is decorated with tassels, which is especially rippling.

Qi Wangshu stopped writing, took it from his hand, held it in his hand and looked at it, "Do you believe this?"

"Sincerity makes spirit!" An Ling patted the table and sat up, "If you don't believe me, give it back to me!"

Qi Wangshu held the sachet in his hand, looked at him with a smile, "I believe you."

He seldom said anything frank about love, and the simple three words had already made An Ling unable to find his way out of excitement, "Hey, just trust me. Within three years, you will definitely be as popular as purple."

"At that time, I'll be the big star's secret boyfriend." An Ling raised an eyebrow at Qi Wangshu, and caressed his chin restlessly with his fingers.

Qi Wangshu took his hand off, held it in his hand and continued to copy the experiment report, only answered "um" indifferently, but a blush appeared on his ears.

Just three years later, Qi Wangshu finally became popular.

And he is already a big star's secret ex-boyfriend.

The host came to the stage at this time, and the sharp voice of the debugging microphone brought An Ling back from the past memories.

He took a deep breath and began to seriously think about how to completely shrink himself behind Ms. Li for a while.

The organizer of today's event is the famous watch brand that An Ling pointed out to the poster yesterday.

The host started the scene hastily amidst the crowd, and then invited the chief executive officer of the Greater China region to come on stage and speak a few words.

The fanatical fans below seem to be mechanical dolls that have been wound up, and there is only one person's name shouting out of their mouths: Qi Wangshu.

Even though An Ling was standing closest to the stage, he couldn't hear what the president said clearly, which seemed a bit pitiful for the nervous and sweaty little guy.

"Next, let's invite a spokesperson, a super-popular actor—Qi Wangshu!"

After the president went down, the host took the microphone from him and shook out the finale guest without any foreshadowing.

"This host is not very professional!" An Ling muttered in a low voice, holding down Ms. Li who was about to jump excitedly, and shrank herself behind her.

How many steps does it take to stuff an elephant in a refrigerator?

The first step is to open the refrigerator door.

Ms. Li elbowed him backwards, "What are you doing so timidly! Stand up for me!"

Well, the first step failed, the refrigerator refused to open the door.

"Mom, dear mother," An Ling licked the door of the refrigerator and did not let go, "Can you let me show some face in front of my ex-boyfriend!"

"Stay!" Ms. Li grabbed his arm and pulled it forward, and the two changed positions instantly, "You stand in front, and Xiao Qi can see your whole face!"

"Fuck! Ms. Li, what kind of operation are you doing!" An Ling's whole body is in a bad mood, a button of his shirt has been torn off, and his hair is messed up. What's more frightening is that Qi Wangshu walked on stage.

Almost every star-chasing girl will come back and shout hoarsely on Weibo after seeing the real idol, "My idol is ten thousand times more beautiful than the photo! His skin will glow! The face is so small that it can only hold the eyes! From the neck down is leg!"

Then there must be a comment at the bottom: You are not seeing an idol, but an alien, right?

An Ling looked at Qi Wangshu on the stage, as if he saw an alien.Qi Wangshu wore a black suit jacket with a simple cut, dotted with white piping, calm and bright.After he came to the stage, he first took the microphone from the host with both hands, and then greeted the crowded fans with a smile: "Good afternoon, everyone."

The blockage in An Ling's chest made him almost suffocate.This person is not Qi Wangshu, at least not the Qi Wangshu he knew three years ago, the Qi Wangshu who talks little, has shy eyes, and blushes at every turn.This person has a strong aura, and he can move his hands and feet freely. Pressing his hand down can silence everyone, and a hook of his lips can make the little girl next to him scream and faint.

"Are you okay!" An Ling hurriedly helped the little girl who was lying on his shoulder beside him.

With his support, the little girl stood firm, and replied to him a little embarrassedly: "I haven't eaten all day." Then she shouted to the stage at the top of her voice: "Ah, ah, ah, ah, so handsome!"

It doesn't look like you haven't eaten all day.

An Ling looked at the little girl with pity, thinking that this was for the sake of chasing stars.

The little girl, as he wanted to jump up immediately, had to be three feet high, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

An Ling turned his head to the stands, and met Qi Wangshu's eyes, which were complete and completely fixed on him.

He almost jumped up with the little girl next to him.

It’s over.

His face was completely lost.

Qi Wangshu probably forgot that he was still on stage, and only answered half of what the host had said, staring at An Ling like this as if he had been cast in a body spell.

"Qi Wangshu?" The host was a little confused, so he waved his hand in front of his eyes.

Qi Wangshu came back to his senses, he smiled at the audience, paused before speaking, "Sorry, I was a little distracted just now." His voice became dry for some reason.

The first time they looked at each other after breaking up, I didn't expect it to be in this situation. One person is on stage and the other person is off stage. The stage is not big, much smaller than the school auditorium back then, but the distance between the two But the distance is so obvious, like the sky and the earth.

An Ling lowered his head slowly, gasping for breath while trying to hold back his tears.

He and Qi Wangshu met in the school drama club.

The popularity of the drama club has been rubbed against the ground by popular clubs all the year round. The president Xu Chaofan lives like a neurotic scout in order to recruit new people.

An Ling is Xu Chaofan's direct junior. He was recruited into the drama club by his seniors when he started school. He was not good at acting, but he could write scripts, so he joined the screenwriting team directly.

Qi Wangshu was only pulled in by the president when he was a sophomore. Even Xu Chaofan couldn't believe it, "The school grass! The school grass of our school! Come to our club!"

At that time, more than a dozen people in the club specially got together to hold a welcome party for Qi Wangshu. Xu Chaofan held his hand with tears in his eyes, "Thank you, classmate Qi, for saving the drama club in dire straits!"

Qi Wangshu was very embarrassed, and looked past the president to the group of members sitting behind him.

That was the first time the two of them made eye contact.

After An Ling met his eyes, there were only three words in his heart: My food!

Shy, innocent, like a deer, standing in the depths of the forest.

An Ling calmed down the churning memories that were constantly churning in his mind, and raised his head again. Qi Wangshu on the stage was still that high-ranking star, which made him suspect that the eye contact just now was just an illusion.

An Ling laughed at himself.

"Okay, let's invite three lucky fans," the host raised his voice, "come on stage to complete this challenge with Qi Wangshu."

The challenge is to assemble a new smart watch, and the person who spends the least time can get a signed poster of Qi Wangshu.

——and hugs!The host added another sentence in a special way.

An Ling got goosebumps all over his body numbly, he lowered his head and rubbed his arms, then looked up but met Qi Wangshu's gaze, Qi Daxing raised his hand and pointed in his direction, "He."

me what?

An Ling was dumbfounded.

The little girl next to her started screaming: "Ah, it's me, it's me!" As she said that, she was about to climb over the guardrail.

Qi Wangshu was also obviously taken aback, and he spoke into the microphone again, "There is also the boy next to her."

He stubbornly wants to invite his ex-boyfriend to the stage.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Ms. Li behind her started screaming and slapped Anling on the back wildly, "It's my son! It's my son!"

An Ling was almost shot to death by his own mother at the scene, and his back still hurt when he was invited to the stage by the security guard.

A long table was placed in the center of the stage, with four square boxes on the table. Inside the box was a dial, several straps of different colors and parts. The host said that they could be assembled into a unique personalized watch according to their own preferences.

It seems quite simple.

An Ling tried his best to focus on the "challenge" in front of him, not thinking about why Qi Wangshu insisted on calling him on stage.

humiliation?

It was a bit embarrassing for him to drop his status from boyfriend to fan, and the word "lucky" was in front of the fan. He wanted to be closer to her now, and he had to rely on the luck that Qi Wangshu gave him.

How ironic.

Another lucky fan was also a little girl, who started crying as soon as she came on stage, An Ling fidgeted and snapped her fingers, making a crackling sound.When it can start, he promises to finish it as soon as possible, and then step down.

Qi Wangshu handed the tissue to the little girl, but his eyes fell on An Ling's hand over several people. He walked to the square box next to her, picked up the microphone and said, "Let's start now."

The host responded and pressed the stopwatch.

An Ling picked up the dial, took out a dark blue strap from the box, used parts to clamp the two together, and finally installed the buckle. In less than a minute, the challenge was over.

The host held the microphone and exclaimed, "This boy is so fast!"

What boy, I am 25 years old and have graduated for three years, and I was forced to go on a blind date yesterday!

An Ling gave her a displeased look.

The two little girls next to him stopped and looked at him with envious expressions, making him very confused, what's wrong?

Then he was caught off guard by the people around him, hugging him very firmly, without cutting corners, the two of them stuck together tightly, Anling could even feel the other's body temperature through the material of the clothes, and Qi Wangshu's voice rang in his ears The voice was as low as ever: "Brother Ling."

An Ling shook helplessly, and on the other side with his back to the crowd, he secretly pushed and rejected the breathless hug with his hands, but he couldn't push Qi Wangshu away at all.

"Don't move." Qi Wangshu said the second half of the sentence.It seems that time and space are reversed like this. There are no eyes and screams from tens of thousands of people. There is no stage and no host. They are just in the woods behind the dormitory building. This is just a simple hug before parting, and the next step is to say "good night , see you tomorrow."

An Ling closed his eyes, and said three words in a cold voice, "Let me go." He didn't lower his voice on purpose, so he stood on the other side of him, and the little girl who was behind him also heard these three words. At the same time, he saw the painful expression flashing across Qi Wangshu's face.

She widened her eyes in astonishment, and Qi Wangshu returned to normal and put his finger on his lips, which meant to tell her not to speak out.He let go of Anling, and the host picked up the conversation in a timely manner, "This fan benefit is really enviable! Well, today's event has come to an end, I will hand over the microphone to Qi Wangshu and let him speak to everyone Goodbye!"

Qi Wangshu took the microphone, first smiled at the crowd in the audience, and then waved to the fans upstairs who were shouting his name in all directions, and the whole building started to boil again.

"Thank you very much for coming here to meet me today, I am very pleasantly surprised, but now I want to say goodbye to everyone, everyone should pay attention to safety when you go back, see you next time."

An Ling and the other two girls followed the security guard down the stage. He was still holding the reward for successful challenge, a poster signed by Qi Wangshu.When assembling the watch, he completely forgot that No.1 would have the so-called fan benefits, and only cared about a quick fix. Now that he thinks about it, he really shot himself in the foot.

The hug just now was just a fan benefit.

"Are you Shu Shu's black fan?!"

As soon as he stepped off the stage, he was questioned inexplicably, and An Ling was a little confused.

The little girl glared at him, "You just told Shu Shu to 'let go of me'!"

An Ling raised his eyebrows, probably understanding why the other party misunderstood him, he tilted his head and smiled at the other party, "Yes, so I will give you this poster."

Zhengchou felt hot in his hands.

This black fan is... quite handsome.

The little girl blushed angrily and snatched the poster from his hand.