"That, great god, can you..." Bu Yao tried hard to organize the language, and thought about how he should express his feelings to him in an embarrassing and polite manner.

It's strange that I forgot everything I usually have when I am slutty at the critical moment.

Let’s break up, Shen Lu? Bah, they haven’t fallen in love at all, okay?

Lu Shen, we broke up in online dating? Bah, it’s okay if there is no sign of online dating?

Lu Shen, our CP is disbanded? Bah, they didn’t admit that they were CPs with her. Isn’t this a self-indulgent person?

When Bu Yao was thinking about things, her eyes would involuntarily stare at a certain place. In Lu Yan's eyes, she looked at him with expectation, looking at him with a look of desire but stopping. With his years of experience as an idol, she could tell at a glance what she wanted.

"Okay, no problem, of course." Lu Yan nodded, "Give me your hand."

"Ha?" Bu Yao was a little confused. Before she could say what she wanted to do, Lu Shen understood now?

Professional players even have higher IQ than their ordinary people?

She stretched out her hand blankly, and then she saw Lu Yan casually pulling out a black signature pen from her pocket. She wrote and drew it in a mess at the palm of her hand, and muttered: "Isn't it just to ask for an autograph? As for being so hesitant, just rely on our relationship, let alone one, I'll sign it for you even ten."

Wait! Don’t you want to sign! And, what is our relationship? Do I have a relationship with you for half a cent?

Did he regard himself as a fan to sign?

Looking at the artistic signature of the flying dragon and phoenix dance of his palm, Bu Yao felt amused and crying.

Lu Yan closed his cap and said coldly: "If you want the signature, go back quickly. Be careful on the road. It's quite cold."

And the villain in his heart was already full of joy. Sure enough, he knew that no one could resist his charm!

But Bu Yao’s inner OS at this time is: Don’t forget to carry your signature pen with you when you go to the toilet. Lu Shen, you are really sexy.

She opened her mouth and found that it was even more difficult to say those words by him, and she always felt a little strange.

"Goodbye Lu Shen." She waved at him again and turned around and left.

Lu Yan put the signature pen back into his pocket and began to walk back along the main road. After walking two steps, he noticed a tangled flower lying quietly in the snow.

He recognized this at a glance that the jewelry was worn by Bu Yao on his head. He was about to call her, but found that she had disappeared. The snow was still falling down. After a while, he buried most of the hairpin. Lu Yan thought about it, and finally picked it up carefully and put it in his pocket with his signature pen.

Chi Xiaonian stood in the cold wind and shivered, and she was still waiting around but couldn't wait for anyone.

Just when she thought she was going to freeze to death like a match girl on Christmas Eve, Bu Yao finally appeared.

"What's wrong with you? Even if you turn black in the toilet, it won't last so long? If you come later, I will freeze into an ice sculpture!" Chi Xiaonian said a lot when she saw her.

"Where are these?" Bu Yao asked.

"It's too cold, so I asked them to go back first. How about I really love you?" Chi Xiaonian smiled and asked for credit.

"Yes, yes, how about I give you something good to you in order to reward your love for me?" Bu Yao blinked at her mysteriously with her face.

Chi Xiaonian's curiosity was instantly hung up, "What good thing?"

"Your God Lu's signature is like a fake one!" Bu Yao said, shaking his palm at her.

"Wow! Really fake?" Chi Xiaonian grabbed her hand excitedly, and carefully stroked her slender fingers, as if she was stroking some rare item.

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk, this smooth stroke, this sharp turn, and this chic finishing stroke, I, Lu Shen, deserve to be my Lu Shen, and I can be so handsome even if I write an autograph!" Chi Xiaonian sighed and sighed. With this magical look, she could wear a pair of sunglasses under the overpass to show her palms.

"You can just pull it over. Take the time to watch for a while, and I will wash it when I go back to the dormitory." Bu Yao said helplessly.

"What? Do you still need to wash it off?" Chi Xiaonian shouted, grabbed her hand and protected her arms: "I won't let you wash it."

"This is my hand, sister." Bu Yao rolled her eyes speechlessly.

"That's not OK, at least I have to find a way to print it down." Chi Xiaonian still held her arm and refused to let go.

"Compared to printing it, I think it's better to take a photo and wash it out. You can take as many pictures as you want, and watch it as long as you want." In order to wash your hands, Bu Yao kindly gave her advice.

Chi Xiaonian pondered for a moment, and finally nodded, "It makes sense!"

Bu Yao suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and finally fooled her.

"Hey, isn't it right?" Chi Xiaonian, who had just calmed down for two seconds, let out a strange cry again, "Lu Shen's signature is in your hand, so is he holding your hand?"

"..." Bu Yao thought about it seriously, "It seems that there is really no such thing."

I don’t remember the situation at that time, okay?

Chi Xiaonian was immediately disappointed, "I originally wanted to interview the feeling of holding hands with the male god. Then how did you meet him? Did you go to the men's bathroom?"

"I said you are sick, right? Can't I meet him at the bathroom door?" Bu Yao rubbed his temples with a headache, feeling that he often seemed out of place with Chi Xiaonian because he was not mentally retarded!

"It makes sense, then why do you want to ask Lu Shen for an autograph? Aren't you not fanning Lu Shen?" Chi Xiaonian started a new round of questions.

"Do you think I want it, he wrote it in my hands himself?" Bu Yao replied tiredly.

"Wow, so is Lu Shen so proactive? Then where did he get the signature pen? Why didn't he sign it on his clothes? Why..."

When Chi Xiaonian mentioned the question, none of the 100 ducks were noisy as loud as her.

Bu Yao could not bear it and covered his ears, feeling his head hurt.

"Chi Xiaonian, I will tell you that if you dare to ask another question, I will wash out Lu Yan's signature, immediately! Immediately!"

Chi Xiaonian was as quiet as a chicken in an instant. After a few seconds, he hummed in a low voice: "Okay, okay, can't I stop asking?"

Bu Yao sighed tiredly. She was crazy and would show Chi Xiaonian the autograph. If she had known she would have washed off her signature first before coming back!

By the way, it seems that it is not good to wash your signature in front of Lu Shen. Thinking of this, someone's sinister look as if he is smiling, and his back suddenly feels chill.

Tsk... I just think it's more terrifying to offend him than to offend Chi Xiaonian!
Chapter completed!