Chapter 332: Treat you as king 25
"Then it seems like it's a coincidence that I met you today." Qing Wu couldn't help but sigh.
Feng Yuqing looked at her and curled his lips: "Well, it's a coincidence. I sent a friend to the station and went back to school to run some errands."
Qingwu nodded: "Oh, that's right..."
Facing his beautiful and clear eyes, she always felt like she was being watched by a big bad wolf.
She smiled and ate seriously.
Seeing the girl eating wontons in small bites obediently, like a snow-white rabbit looking for food, Feng Yuqing pursed his lips and looked at it with a slight smile in his eyes.
While the two were dining quietly, Qing Wu heard the two girls sitting across the table behind them lowering their heads and whispering something.
"That boy is so handsome. How can someone have such a handsome head?"
"He looks familiar to me, sister, do you think he looks like a god?"
"It's a bit similar. Xiaoxiao, don't you still have the Fengshen poster photo in your phone? Take it out and compare it."
"Yes!"
The two discussed it for a while, then shyly and excitedly walked to their table holding hands.
Guessing their purpose, Qingwu remained silent.
Regarding the two people who appeared in front of him, Feng Yuqing looked at them expressionlessly, "Is something wrong?"
The two girls pushed each other secretly for a while, and one of the short-haired girls spoke excitedly: "Hello, are you a Conferred God?"
Although it was a question, the words were affirmative.
After being recognized, Feng Yu was silent for a moment, and then admitted frankly: "Yes."
"Can you sign for us?" Another girl took out a notebook and a pen and looked at him expectantly.
Her boyfriend is a loyal fan of Fengshen, and he will be very happy if he can get Fengshen’s autograph!
Feng Yuqing subconsciously glanced at the girl opposite. She was holding a porcelain-white spoon, chewing wontons in her mouth, and stared at him with her big eyes blinking. To make himself seem less impersonal, he smiled at the two girls.
"Okay."
After hearing his promise, the girl immediately handed over the notebook and pen with both hands.
Feng Yuqing took it, wrote his signature on it, and then returned the notebook and pen to them.
The girl with short hair took it: "Thank you, Feng Shen, can you take another photo with us?" "Sorry, no." This time, Feng Yuqing refused.
Qingwu took a sip of the rich soup, a smile flashing in his eyes.
I just took a photo with her...
Someone's double standards are still the same as always.
She loved it.
The two girls looked at each other with some disappointment.
After casting a gossiping glance at the man and woman sitting opposite each other, the short-haired girl couldn't help but asked curiously: "Miss, are you... a couple?"
After glancing at the person opposite, Qingwu shook his head: "No."
Feng Yuqing smiled, his expression calm, but his eyes became a little darker.
The short-haired girl couldn't describe her mood immediately, she was both regretful and a little happy.
Ah...the two of them obviously look very good together.
But if Fengshen falls in love, her fans will definitely shout in their hearts that they are lovelorn...
This is probably the ambivalence of many fans.
Finally, the two girls returned to their seats angrily.
After the others left, Qingwu picked up the spoon and started eating wontons again.
I originally thought I could finish my lunch quietly, but it was meal time and more and more people entered the store.
Although Feng Yuqing is not a popular traffic star, he is at least a professional e-sports player with millions of fans.
That beautiful face is so popular in the entertainment industry.
His appearance was so eye-catching that many people recognized him and came forward to ask for autographs and photos, and the table was packed with people. Seeing more and more people gathering, Feng Yuqing had no choice but to protect the girl and leave the wonton noodle shop, away from the crowd.
In the cool and secluded alley, Qing Wu took off the peaked cap that Feng Yuqing put on her head and sighed, feeling a little regretful.
She hasn’t finished her wontons yet!
(End of chapter)