Just as the message prompt window "You have exited the group chat [Little Wolf Castle]" popped up, Song Zhihan heard someone calling her name, and her heart immediately skipped a beat, feeling guilty as if she had been caught doing something bad.

"I'm here, what's wrong...?" Song Zhihan quickly put down her phone and responded.

Shen Zhenzhen was still in the bathroom. The person who came was Shi Meng, saying that Qin Jue wanted to see her for something.

Uh-huh!

Song Zhihan panicked immediately.

Oops, am I going to face the boss's wrath for the first time... Will I be silenced by Xiaolang?! Orz ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhahaha. Fast forward to being fired for getting off the plane left foot first... No, what am I thinking, Boss Qin? Not that kind of person QAQ!

Song Zhihan went there in fear.

She walked back to the private room in the VIP waiting room and took a closer look at Qin Jue's face. She felt that it was not as gloomy as before, and then she felt a little relieved.

"Uh... um, I'm here, Boss Qin, please give me instructions." Song Zhihan sat in front of Qin Jue, looking very well-behaved.jpg

Qin Jue looked at her in surprise, but didn't say anything and just talked about the matter:

"After this flight arrives, I will have some temporary arrangements to pick you up. I will change my clothes then, and I will need you to do some makeup. Well, everyday."

"Oh, okay." Song Zhihan nodded.

After being reminded by Shen Zhenzhen, she became more thoughtful. She noticed that her boss still addressed her fans as Qingqing, and she couldn't help but feel relieved.

The screen of Qin Jue's mobile phone placed on the coffee table was still on. Song Zhihan glanced at the content from the corner of his eye. He couldn't see clearly at a glance, but he could also see that there were a lot of words, so he couldn't help but look at it more.

"...Congratulations to our Qin Xiaolang for winning the award! I'm so happy that I can finally see the movie I've been dreaming about before. It's still the work of a best actor, and I'm super looking forward to it! The cross-port (or so it can be said?) in this photo is the same as when I played and sang " The crossroads of "Servant" are so similar, and the artistic conception is also similar. It made me want to cry. The filming situation at that time was really difficult. Fortunately, it has paid off now. It's great. Thank you for your hard work, Langlang. Things have been piled up recently. Let’s have a good rest together #hug…”

After seeing it clearly, Song Zhihan almost burst into tears. Look! What is textbook fan care! This is the family that the boss cares about most! The boss deserves it! Such a sincere Qingqing deserves it too!

No wonder Brother Jue seems to be in a much better mood... Wuwuwu, my brother, you have worked really hard. I have completely felt your speechless mood just now QwQ...

Song Zhihan was really a little teary, and she quickly nodded her eyes in confusion. She expected that with Qin Jue's eyesight, there would be no chance that she didn't see anything, so she felt hot in her heart and said directly: "Um, Boss Qin, I'm sorry, I just..."

Qin Jue was slightly startled and smiled: "It's okay, I won't do it next time."

"Yeah, yeah, definitely -"

Song Zhihan responded repeatedly, and then realized that since Qin Jue responded like this, it meant that she had indeed been stung by her mentally retarded remarks a few minutes ago, otherwise she would not have used words like "I won't do it next time"...

Uh-huh!

I understand, I truly understand, Sister Zhenzhen is my lifesaver!! orz

Song Zhihan automatically slid to her knees with tears streaming down her face, and went into work with various emotions such as guilt, regret, guilt, and heartache: "Can I see which set of clothes Mr. Wolf is going to change into later?"

After she finished speaking, she found that the aura of Qin Jue opposite him had returned to the helplessness and vicissitudes of the past like a working overtime social animal, as if he couldn't do anything to anyone.

"Come, let me show you." Qin Jue smiled and shook his head.

After a few minutes, Song Zhihan nodded "Yeah," and she had a rough idea in her mind.

"By the way, remember to cover yourself tightly after the flight arrives."

It happened that Zhan Xin and Shen Zhenzhen also returned to their seats, and everyone was there. Qin Jue said, "I just received news that there may be a lot of commotion at the airport when I return to China this time. You can stay a little later after the plane lands and stay until the end with other people."

Passengers please go together to avoid being surrounded like I am here."

Then he said: "The car to take you has been arranged, we will go separately at the airport."

"Yeah, okay."

"Received."

The four people responded one after another, and Shi Meng took a breath: "Mr. Wolf said so, what a big battle this is..."

"It's been a few years since domestic works won awards internationally, so it's normal for the response to be bigger." Zhan Xin said warmly.

"Yes. It has been confirmed that there will be media reporters staying here, and the 'welcome ceremony' is indispensable." Qin Jue gestured with quotation marks, "As a person involved, it is not good to resist fiercely. It would be too unsightly, so I can only bear this responsibility.

Wave."

"Yeah, once you get results, there will be these things that follow you, and there's nothing you can do about it." Shen Zhenzhen interrupted appropriately, "Thank you, boss, please pay attention to your safety."

Qin Jue nodded.

"Hey, in this case, ladies and gentlemen, you still have to pick up the plane, is that okay?" Song Zhihan reacted.

"It doesn't matter. There are many people at home now, and there are also many bosses. Besides, there are too many pairs of eyes watching outside. This trip has been leaked into a sieve. There will always be someone who is familiar with the way." Qin Jue looked calm, "

With an official organization, we can distinguish who is just pretending to be a fan for the sake of gimmicks and who really wants to maintain family harmony together."

She smiled: "Why are you worried too? I will definitely take good care of the ladies who pick you up through official channels."

"Hey, I'm so handsome." Song Zhihan no longer worried, smiled and felt relieved.

"Well, that's it. There's nothing else to do. You can do whatever you want." Qin Jue rubbed his brows, "I'll go over there and sleep for a while. I'll see you when I get on the plane."

After saying that, she left the private room, walked to the dedicated sleeping corner in the VIP waiting room, and found an unoccupied lounge chair to lie down on.

Although I say I'm sleeping, I actually don't feel sleepy.

Moriran's voice rang in the earphones: "Abba, the announcement has been sent out. In order to prevent stampede accidents, Qingqing who has not been selected is strictly reminded not to pick up the plane on her own."

Qin Jue responded softly.

After a moment of silence, she asked softly: "How many people are there?"

"It's doubled compared to before, sixteen people." Moriran replied, "Locals are still given priority, and those who have their own itinerary to visit are given priority. Other matters such as the prohibition of disrupting the order of the airport are also noted. Currently open

The application for airport pick-up is still in the registration stage, and the result will be available after the plane takes off."

Qin Jue breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay."

"Abba, you look a little tired." Senran said in a milky voice, "Would you like to be connected to Lili's live broadcast room?"

"...Also."

"Okay, Chumi Abba."

As soon as Senran finished speaking, a soft chant came into his ears. Qin Jue pressed his knuckles on his temples, and his unconsciously frowning brows gradually relaxed.

For the first time in her life, she didn't want to enter "Qin Jue's home" so much.

The power of groups has always been terrifying. A person in a crowd is like a drop of water into the sea, and it is difficult to distinguish his/her unique personality. Qin Jue flipped through fifteen pages in the comment section before he saw a familiar or perhaps familiar line in the endless carnival.

Expected response.

Too many people broke into her house.

Those who entered the trap very early and have been with Qin Jue until now were washed away in the huge flow of people. Some looked quietly from a distance, some joined the cheering wave, and some tried and worked hard to remain unchanged in the rolling waves.

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A moment ago, when Qin Jue's fingers slid through one comment after another with similar content, the speed at which his fingertips touched the screen accelerated uncontrollably, faster and faster, faster and faster.

It’s hard to imagine the visual effect caused by so many different IDs gathered in one place.

The cry of homogeneity made them become a group, instead of the individual Qingqing who Qin Jue once remembered the barrage one by one, remembered the speeches, and matched all the nicknames to the above number.

She felt disappointed, ironic, and tired, so she made the decision to temporarily open airport pick-up applications.

How could Qin Jue not know that Qingqing was actually "running in both directions" with him?

It's just that the collective voice is so enthusiastic. Who is watching the fun, who is a temporary "floating fan", and which Qingqing seems to have integrated into the current group because of being too excited - Qin Jue is a human, not a god, in the

From a "one-to-many" perspective, she couldn't tell clearly through layers of network cables and screens.

It must be dealt with. The problem is there and should be solved rather than avoided. It is even more impossible to pretend that you have not raised it.

But before that...

Qin Jue still misses her family a little.

When a wanderer returns home, he misses the lamp that never goes out every night.

She wanted to see real people, talk face to face, and want to confirm for some reason that "not all the people she was familiar with turned out to be what she just saw." Of course she knew the answer was true, but

What you think about in your mind is always more reassuring than what you see with your own eyes.

Let’s pick him up at the airport.

Let’s meet and let’s talk.

Take a break from countless cameras and flashlights, take a breath and recuperate in front of the people you really care about.

Just like I once said to "Not Gray" and "Qianse", fans should not be a group.

Each of them is different, with different temperaments, habits, and different pursuits and lives.

What Qin Jue is doing now is to find this "difference" among a group of people who look very similar.

Each of her lovers is unique.

She shouldn't - or rather she doesn't want - to be involuntarily wrapped up, involved, and annihilated by the collective will, leaving only a unified voice of fanatical applause to the outside world.

The little fox's singing spreads along the ear canal and into the mind, like the soft waves of a clear spring, providing peace of mind.

Qin Jue closed his eyes and sighed.

She became weak.

If you care, you will inevitably have expectations, and if you have expectations, you may be disappointed.

But it is very difficult to make her not care.

"Aran." Qin Jue called softly.

"I'm here~!"

Qin Jue was silent for a few seconds: "Please contact Dr. Lu for me."

"My current situation is not quite right."
Chapter completed!