Chapter 1093 Warning, too much sweetness (38)
If my skin color used to be pure milk, my current skin color would be a standard bronze color.
A group of 18 or 19-year-old girls held up signs and screamed and shouted, as if they were celebrities out on the street.
An Chen grinned with big white teeth, wore a hat and sunglasses, and smiled like a spring breeze. He was still handsome, even when he was black, he was still a handsome guy.
The other three male guests on the side showed envious expressions.
It’s great to be young.
An Chen walked to the isolation line and waved hello to his fans.
The crowd erupted in shouts.
"An Chen!!! Mom loves you!!!"
"An Chen! An Chen!"
"Jiang Tang!!"
Jiang Tang, who was sitting nearby with a cold look on his face, suddenly heard his name and looked over with joy. He was about to raise his hand to say hello, but the voice continued to shout.
"You stay away from our home Anchen!!!"
Jiang Tang: "..."
No need, really not necessary.
Her Chaochao family is much prettier than your Anchen family.
This shout seemed to shout out the fans' innermost thoughts, and these shouts were becoming more and more out of control.
"I wish Jiang Tang and Mr. Song a happy marriage for a hundred years!!!"
"Have a baby soon!!"
"You have Mr. Song!! Don't come near our An Chen!!"
Jiang Tang took off his sunglasses and smiled brightly at the crowd.
The woman is fair-skinned and beautiful, with long hair that hangs over her shoulders, and beautiful eyes. Her tall and outstanding figure cannot be concealed even in a yellow program uniform. Her smile is gorgeous and dazzling.
The next second, the cheering group turned off, and everyone held up the sign quietly, unable to even let out a fart.
Even if they are fans of An Chen, they cannot deny Jiang Tang's beauty against their will.
As a top-notch beauty in domestic entertainment, even women can't take their eyes away when they see her. She is like an enchanting rose, so beautiful that she stands out.
An Chen was extremely embarrassed and explained to his fans.
"We are just friends. The weather is hot. You should go home early and wash up."
The aura of idols comes from their fans. No matter how rude they are, An Chen can't reprimand them. He can only explain them tactfully and comfort them at the same time.
Jiang Tang raised his eyebrows, looked outside the isolation zone, and walked forward intently.
Outside the line, a man in a light gray suit stood quietly, looking at her, with soft pale and delicate eyebrows, slightly raised red lips, and a soft temperament.
Seeing Jiang Tang approaching, the man's smile became warmer and he raised his long legs to greet him.
Jiang Tang stopped, let Song Naichao walk over, opened his arms to hug her, his tall body slightly bent, his soft and fair face gently rubbed hers, and said softly.
"I'm here to pick you up."
"Just pick it up, why are you hugging me?"
"I want to hug you."
The man had a faint scent of lavender flowers, Jiang Tang pushed him away.
"Okay, I'm here to work, not on vacation."
Song Naichao felt a little regretful and let go of Jiang Tang.
"Then I'll wait until you finish your work."
The two hugged each other as if no one else was around, and the accompanying staff waited silently. The remaining foreign passengers, who were used to this kind of warm welcome, smiled indifferently.
At this time, the fans holding An Chen support signs looked at Song Naichao who left side by side with Jiang Tang, and looked at each other.
"Is that Mr. Song?"
"Nonsense, I'm holding hands with Jiang Tang."
"So good-looking? So young? Aren't you already in your forties?"
It is normal for Jiang Tang to marry a rich man.
But who would have thought that such a rich and powerful man could look so handsome and tall.
(End of chapter)