How many idols do you have?

Until the people gradually dispersed, Yan Meng poked the computer to check his achievements.

"Twelve, fourteen, sixteen...I sold sixteen!"

Chi Chen walked over, handed his pocket, glanced at the computer, and asked casually: "Are you still his fan?"

"Ah?" Yan Meng looked at him inexplicably.

After a while, I realized, "How is that possible! I...I...I...I'm not."

No, the camera cannot be exposed. She pouted and took out her cell phone, and typed a line of words in the dialog box: I am not his fan, I only have one idol.

She raised her cell phone and brought the screen to his eyes in grievance.

Under the mask, Chi Chen raised the corner of his mouth and his voice remained calm: "Then do you take a photo of him?"

Yan Meng looked at her toes and muttered in a low voice: "I took pictures of my best friend, she is Yu Xiao's fan."

Chi Chen smiled slightly, held his arm on the counter, slid his mouse, and said, "Actually, I played this movie as a guest star. But there are not many scenes, only a few minutes."

Yan Meng: "Huh, is it true?"

Chi Chen nodded, scooped a bucket of popcorn and delivered it to Yan Meng, "Come on?"

Yan Meng kept nodding, she had wanted to taste it long ago.

Pick up one and put it in your mouth. The more you bite, the sweeter it becomes.

The theater leader came out of nowhere, pointed at the popcorn in their hands and shouted: "You can't eat at work! Your salary is deducted!"

Yan Meng: "..."

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Chi Chen hid the popcorn in the cabinet and approached her ear and whispered: "It's okay, I'll buy it for you to watch a movie tonight."
Chapter completed!