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Chapter 320

The fan didn't answer. She was very sensible and didn't believe Xiao Shao at all.

"Okay, if you want to contact Miss Long for anything in the future, you can just contact me directly." Xiao Shao took out his wallet, took out his business card, and forced it on the book lover. He patted his chest and promised: "The name on the business card is

You have my company and mobile phone number, you are welcome to call me at any time. I'm really sorry, Miss Long is really busy. We are in a hurry to catch up with the next trip, so we can't delay any more. I'm really sorry."

While apologizing shamelessly and bowing repeatedly, Xiao Shao pushed me toward the parking lot as he walked.

I looked back at the book fan, and she seemed to understand that a certain best moment had been missed. She just lowered her head and stared at me through slanted eyes. She was still smiling, but she didn't get entangled anymore.

I followed Xiao Shao and quickly walked to the parking lot and got in the car.

"Are you okay?" Xiao Shao asked while starting the engine.

"It's okay. Fortunately, you arrived in time." I breathed a sigh of relief.

"I think it's best for you to avoid acting alone in the future. I'm afraid you don't even know how popular you are."

"Thank you." To be honest, I couldn't tell whether Xiao Shao was complimenting or complaining, but I still said: "I just can't stand those production units. I want to come out for some fresh air and a smoke. I don't think it will be more troublesome outside."

"Okay, it's okay." Xiao Shao comforted me.

I didn't say anything else. But as soon as the car drove out of the parking lot, Xiao Shao's mobile phone rang immediately.

"Hello." Xiao Shao pressed the call button and put on the Bluetooth headset. He said to the phone while driving: "Hmm... um, okay, um, no problem... um, I will definitely... of course, I will tell you

.”

After Xiao Shao hung up the phone, I asked: "What's the matter?"

"It's nothing," Xiao Shao said nonchalantly, "It's the woman just now."

"What does she want to do?" Although I tried my best to sound nonchalant, I felt my heart tightening involuntarily.

"Did you just give her a handkerchief?"

"Ah, yes, handkerchief."

"She asked me to ask you if you could keep that handkerchief as a souvenir?"

I suddenly had an intuition and turned around to look behind the car. Sure enough, she was standing at the exit of the parking lot. She must have seen me turning around and excitedly waved a white handkerchief to me. This scene reminded me of Jiang Song Meiling 9

When she was invited to speak to the U.S. Congress for the last time as a teenager, she wore a cheongsam and waved a small handkerchief to greet the congressmen who stood up to welcome them. Such a scene that should remain quietly in history was brought to life.

When I'm on the street in reality, no matter what, it makes me feel restless.

"Or," Xiao Shao asked me, "do you want me to turn around the car and drive back to ask her for the handkerchief?"

I really didn't want to leave the handkerchief with her, but I also didn't want to go back and continue to entangle with her.

"No need." I said. So I faced the back of the car and watched her figure getting further and further away from me in the dusk, until the swaying white handkerchief disappeared at the end of the road.

I asked Xiao Shao: "Have you ever been obsessed with anything or anyone?"

"Fascinating, of course. I remember when I was in junior high school, Taiwan's youth baseball team won the world championship. I remember that the head coach of the team went to the junior high school next door to us (Shao Zhongxing is a Taiwanese, and later came to the mainland with his parents).

I would wait for him at the gate of their school every day and follow him home. Thinking about what I would say and ask if he talked to me, and then thinking about how he would answer..." He laughed and asked me:

"What about you? Have you ever been a fan?"

"Me?" I smiled and didn't say anything. There was a female singer. One summer, when I grabbed the phone and dialed the phone number I had tried so hard to get to her house, I could clearly hear my own heartbeat in my ears.

The sound of thump thump. That memory and feeling...

"By the way, it's the fan just now." Xiao Shao said, "She asked me to tell you."

"What?"

"She said: She will always support you. She said: She wants you to understand that she is the fan who cares about you the most and cares about you the most."



"Then what? You relented?" After the story was told, Xiao Lan, who was sitting next to him, looked at the host on the stage and couldn't wait to ask.

Long Xinxin sighed and nodded, "She is different from others. She is very sincere. In fact, if I am not busy that day, I really want to talk to her. The questions she asked at the beginning were so good."

"What happened next?" Ye Shuiyou was also fascinated by the story and asked a question that almost all children would ask when listening to a story.

"Not long after that, I called back once according to the phone number on Xiao Shao's mobile phone."

"I guess that girl will be happy to death." Xiao Lan guessed.

"Haha, I'm not only happy, I'm so happy that I almost cried." Long Xinxin continued, "I specially took time to have a long talk with her all afternoon. She is really quite capable, and she suddenly changed her mind during the conversation.

I was attracted. Although she had no experience, she had many good ideas in hosting and writing articles."

After saying this, Long Xinxin smiled regretfully again: "Not long after, I made an exception and transferred her to the TV station to practice in some less important programs, but soon, her beauty was valued by a big boss.

Well, it was at a party, and the big boss invited her to have supper after the party, and then I didn’t hear from her for a long time.”

"Then you never contacted me again?" Xiao Lan asked with a frown.

"Of course I contacted her. After all, I helped her with the procedures for joining the TV station." Long Xinxin looked at the observation platform and said, "What I didn't expect was that she insisted on quitting the TV station at that time. For this, she was even willing to pay up to 20

Ten thousand yuan in liquidated damages.”

"Don't even think about it. The boss must have helped pay for that money?"

"This is inevitable. She never returned to the TV station after that. Although she sent me text messages to greet me during the New Year and holidays, we never made any formal phone calls." Long Xinxin said this before turning her head to Xiao.

Lan, "Do you know who the boss is who supports her?"

"Who?"

"Actually, very close to you is your drunken and handsome father, Ouyang Tian."

Under the colorful spotlight, both the host and the dancers on stage looked glamorous, sexy and charming, but who had ever known how many dirty and even unsightly things were hidden behind these beautiful and luxurious things.

But there is no way, this is life, everyone has the right to choose life, and this path is her own choice.


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