He turned around and was busy looking for her. When he saw her wrinkled and aggrieved face behind a group of people, he lowered his head and laughed.

Brother Kai looked at him being so abnormal and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Oh, it's nothing." He clenched his hands into fists to cover the raised corners of his mouth, trying to calm down his happy mood.

Xiaowei didn't catch up, but looked at the special car that started to drive, feeling nostalgic and almost drooling: "It's so beautiful, why did God give him such a beautiful face!"

"Okay, okay, the cars have left." Zhang Weimo waved his hand in front of her, trying to wake her up.

"You really don't have any charm at all! Such a handsome guy walks in front of you and remains calm despite rain or shine! You can't find a boyfriend like this!"

Zhang Weimo was scolded by her and could not refute. After all, what she said was right. Chen Yuhuang was her first love. Apart from a secret love that no one knew about, she had not been in love since she broke up with him.

Ever since Xiaowei saw his male idol, he has been wearing a smile all day long, as if he had won the lottery: "Tell me, what do you want to eat? I'll satisfy you today, I'll treat you!"

"Hmm... milk tea!" As a senior milk tea lover, Zhang Weimo did not hesitate at all.

Xiaowei pointed his thumb in the direction he wanted to go like a man, and put his arm around her neck: "Let's go!"

On the way home, Zhang Weimo was leisurely drinking milk tea when an elbow bumped into his side: "Hey, Xiao Momo, why don't we go again in the afternoon, okay?" Xiaowei stretched out a little finger, as if pleading.

coquettishly.

Zhang Weimo had no choice but to chew the pearls he just drank, but before he could swallow them: "You haven't seen enough yet?"

"Oh, I finally came here once, so just come with me!"

"But we haven't had lunch yet. It's almost one o'clock."

"Eat, and we'll go there in the evening when he finishes work."

Zhang Weimo agreed casually: "Okay, okay..."

This afternoon, the sun was shining brightly, and it happened to be the day when the Wen Yiran Fan Support Association organized a visit to the studio. Dozens of fans came outside the set, as well as a food truck brought by the fans. It was decorated in a simple and elegant style, and inside it was filled with food.

There are several humanoid signs of him placed next to the lunch box. Drinks and flowers are placed on the table outside the car. The slogan on the car is: Actor Wen Yiran, please take care of him!

Xiaowei pestered Zhang Weimo to come to the set early, leaving Zhang Weimo behind, skillfully squeezed into the fans, and took certification photos with many fans.

With her personality, she can make friends in the blink of an eye.

When Wen Yiran came out of the set, the fans were not calm, but they still restrained themselves in cheering quietly, and they all picked up long guns and short cannons and clicked pictures.

He walked step by step, with a slim figure and white and glowing skin shining in the not too strong sunlight. The makeup and hair in the drama were more refined than usual, and he wore black suit pants and a black shirt.

, a vivid image of an ascetic prince.

"How many days do you have off for the National Day?" Wen Yiran was surrounded by fans, with a lazy smile, and he was more approachable when communicating with fans than on the screen.

"Seven days, legal holidays." "Five days." "Three days." Fans chirped and gave different answers, and he responded with a nod and a smile.

"Brother Ran, can you sign your name for me?" A fan took out his mobile phone and asked him to sign it on the phone case.

"Can you sign here? Can such a beautiful phone case be okay?" He took her phone, holding a marker in his other hand, and raised his eyes to ask again and again.

Fans didn’t hesitate: “Okay, okay!”

"Are you tired? The temperature is quite high in this weather now. You have to stand under the shade of the trees."

"It doesn't matter, seeing you is worth everything."

Although he often received weird confessions after becoming an artist, he was still overwhelmed by the love from his fans. He smiled shyly and lowered his head.

He was in the crowd, and Zhang Weimo looked at him from afar, he was so aloof.

"I'm going to continue filming soon, why don't we take a group photo together."

He motioned to the assistant next to him to take out his mobile phone, and then stood among the fans. The crowd was no longer in front of him. Only then did he find Zhang Weimo not far away, staring at her for several seconds.

She leaned there with her hands behind her back, pretending to play with her mobile phone. Wen Yiran's mouth was half-smiling, and his eyes were only looking at her, not even the assistant's camera.

"Okay." After the assistant finished taking the photo, he came back to his senses, waved to the fans, and couldn't help but glanced at her again. At that time, she happened to see him, and he couldn't help but smile.

Then go back to the set.

She and the fans could only see his back gradually moving away, but they had no idea what a warm and bright smile he had on his face at this moment.

Wen Yiran was surprised by her arrival, although she might just be passing by. After work in the evening, he sat on the sofa in the hotel, took out his mobile phone and took a selfie, and uploaded it to Weibo along with the photo without looking at the camera.
Chapter completed!