2284 Youâre not jealous are you?(4)
âWhat do you mean? Isnât that good?â
Song Shijun walked over and pointed at the love letters and gifts on the table.
&Quot; tsk, tsk. So many love letters and so many gifts. Why donât you enjoy the feeling of being a goddess and an idol? â
However, han qiqing didnât think it was good. Instead, she felt very uncomfortable.
âJust because of a video? They like me?â
She expressed that she didnât understand what these people were thinking.
Moreover, this kind of love was not real at all. It was all an illusion.
However, mu Xiaoxiao didnât think so. &Quot; they like you because they think youâre kind. What they like about you is your inner self. This video is just a medium for them to get to know you. I donât think thereâs anything wrong with it. &Quot;
Han qiqing shook her head. &Quot; I donât want to be an internet celebrity! &Quot;
Song Shijun laughed and said, â no one wants you to be an internet celebrity. Donât worry, theyâre just temporarily blind. Theyâll be fine after a while. &Quot;
Han qiqing picked up a pillow and hit him.
Song Shijun dodged and fell into a single-seater sofa at the side.
He stood up and used his hand to push the love letters on the coffee table aside. He clicked his tongue twice and said, â there are quite a lot of them. &Quot;n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Mu Xiaoxiao looked at him, smiled, and said teasingly, â Shijun, you said in the morning that no one wanted qiqing. Now youâve slapped yourself in the face. &Quot;
Song Shijun patted his own face in cooperation.
&Quot; I forgot. There are more than a billion people in China. Some of them must be blind. &Quot;
As soon as he finished speaking, a pillow flew over.
Song Shijun nimbly reached out to grab it and pulled it into his arms.
âCome, let me see how mushy their love letters are.â
He leaned forward to take the love letter.
Mu Xiaoxiao swatted his hand away as if she was swatting a fly. &Quot; donât take it. These are for qiqing. Only qiqing can see them. &Quot;
Song Shijun pursed his lips and leaned back on the sofa. &Quot; fine, I wonât read it. Itâs not like I havenât read love letters before. I just want to give her some advice so that she can analyze which love letters are fake and which are real. &Quot;
Han qiqing frowned and looked at the love letter on the coffee table. She said worriedly, â I donât even know if I should read it ... &Quot;
âWhy not?â Song Shijun egged her on, â tear a few down and letâs see. Iâll help you analyze them. &Quot;
To put it bluntly, he just wanted to see the contents of the love letter.
Mu Xiaoxiao saw through his little trick and said to han qiqing, â qiqing, if you want to see it, you can open it and take a look when we get back. &Quot;
Han qiqing thought for a while and nodded. &Quot; yeah. &Quot;
Song Shijun pursed his lips, looking dispirited.
He crossed his hands behind his head and said regretfully, â if I had known earlier, I would have been in the same group as qiqing. That way, I could have been filmed in a video and have a taste of being famous. &Quot;
Han qiqing ignored his sarcasm and said to mu Xiaoxiao, â Xiaoxiao, do you want anything to drink? Iâll go get it for you.â
Mu Xiaoxiao said, â no need. Iâll get it myself. &Quot;
But han qiqing insisted on getting it, and mu Xiaoxiao said she wanted hot milk tea.
Song Shijun said, â Big Shot. I want something warm too. &Quot;
Han qiqing rolled her eyes at him. &Quot; I wonât give it to you if you keep calling me that! &Quot;
&Quot; cough, qiqing, get me a drink, thank you. &Quot; Song Shijun quickly corrected himself.
Mu Xiaoxiao covered her mouth and laughed.
After han qiqing left, she moved to the edge of the Changsha and leaned closer to song Shijun. She squinted at him and asked with a snicker, â Shijun, are you jealous after seeing qiqing receive so many love letters? â