Cold to the extreme, and very abstinent.
Shen Wanqing put the tip of his tongue against the gums, put his fingertips on the screen and gently stroked the picture of the teenager.
If there is a faint smile in the brown eyes, I don't know what I'm thinking.
Later, Shen Wanqing turned back, but found that there were no other positive photos except the only one.
Others are sneak photos of the stadium and the airport. They look blurred, but they don't affect the person's face.
Shen Wanqing entered the microblog and searched the boy's name.
After checking the teenager's microblog, I clicked the teenager's home page.
But when she saw the number of Yan Zhiqiu's microblog fans, she took a cold breath.
She tutted a little unhappily, 100 million fans
It seems that many people covet her youth.
A little uncomfortable
After that, Shen Wanqing turned over his microblog and found that his microblog was very few. The only one was the official microblog forwarded when the team was first established.
It's still three years ago.
I haven't posted a microblog for three years.
At this moment, Shen Wanqing couldn't help laughing. The young fans are really pathetic.
The comments on that microblog reached 500 million, all howling when Yan Zhiqiu can send a microblog to catch his breath and prove that he is still alive.
Shen Wanqing squinted happily and accidentally entered the official microblog of XQ. He was about to quit, but found that their team was broadcasting live.
Shen Wanqing Weidun, will the youth also be there?
She nodded in curiously. What caught her eyes was a boy with a baby face and short hair dyed grandma's gray.
It's cute to laugh. It's probably the little milk dog at present.
The boy held up his cell phone and smiled sweetly with a baby face.
He waved and said, "Hey, everyone, good evening!"
The barrage flew over unanimously, "good evening, baby Wo!"
"Ah, ah! Tonight's purse is more lovely!"
"Hemiao meimoda!"
"Eh? Why is there only a purse? Yan Shen, Lu Shen and them?"
"Why is the purse live today?"
"Is Hebao abandoned?"
"Hahaha, everyone? They are all training and busy, so Lao Li entrusted me with the task of live broadcasting this time."
Su Yihe smiled like a crescent moon with round eyes. "Don't worry, I'll take you to the training room later to see how you train at ordinary times."
Then Su Yihe looked at the fast rolling barrage and smiled helplessly.
"Everyone's comment speed is a little slower. You send it so fast that I can't see what you're talking about."
Finally, Su Yihe said reluctantly, "so fast, it has to be the hand speed of being single for many years."
"Ha ha, you can't do this, purse. You should remember that you have a Zhengtai face. You should be simple, simple!"
"Drive unprepared!"
"Slow down, I'm still a little confused."
"Drive, drive hard! You lose if you don't run over my face!"
Seeing this, Su Yihe tutted his mouth, "faster than your hand, you're a little tender!"
Seeing that they were not satisfied, Su Yihe continued, "how dare you compete with the captain?"
As soon as he said this, the barrage of bullets stopped.
"Purse, look! What's behind you!"
"Lying in the trough, just after saying bad things about Yan God, Yan God arrived!"
"Ha ha... You are miserable!"
Su Yihe, who was still a little proud, suddenly froze when he saw the comments on the barrage.
Visible to the naked eye, the baby face stiffened and turned slowly and rigidly.