"The signing party has officially begun. Please line up and come one by one, don't squeeze." Wen Rang stood beside Jiang Yisheng and said in an orderly manner.

Jiang Yisheng picked up the pen and took the album handed over by his fans. With a big stroke, the pen tip was vigorous.

Taking advantage of the autograph, the fans quickly said, "I was too excited and my voice was trembling, "A Sheng, you have to take good care of yourself."

Jiang Yisheng nodded and handed her the album.

In the following time, the signing will proceed in an orderly manner.

In the underground garage at the signing venue, the dazzling blue motorcycles are particularly eye-catching among the black luxury cars.

Turn off the engine and unplug the car key.

The man turned around and got off the motorcycle, putting his helmet on the car.

Facing the car mirror, Ji Mingqian sorted out his slightly messy hair, took the hat and buckled it on his head.

Immediately afterwards, the sunglasses and masks were not left.

Ji Mingqian closed his coat, stepped apart with his straight long legs, and walked into the elevator casually.

Compared with the signing party, the outfield seems particularly deserted.

Fortunately, Ji Mingqian walked into the signing party without any obstacles.

He pretended to be a fan and held the album in his hand, which did not arouse the suspicion of the security guards.

Seeing that there was a hot drink next to him, Ji Mingqian also brought a drink. He rushed over as soon as he got off the plane and was exhausted.

Quietly lined up behind him, Ji Mingqian pulled up the hat of his coat and came with a stacked hat.

Many fans of star chasing now wear this way, so he didn't particularly attract attention.

"Boss, here." Xue Wu found Ji Mingqian's figure in the crowd, and shouted in a low voice at him.

Ji Mingqian walked over slowly with a hot drink and took the light sign in his hand.

In order to avoid waiting for too long, he specially asked Xue Wu to come here to queue up for him, so as not to be too late for him to come here later.

Xue Wu freed up his seat and whispered, "Boss, I'll withdraw first."

Ji Mingqian nodded and replaced his position.

He took out his cell phone and played with it, and the chattering of girls sounded behind him.

"A Sheng is so handsome, her side face is so handsome that it makes people drool."

"That's right, it's really a pity this time. A Sheng caught a cold, so we couldn't see his whole face."

"I really hope A Sheng's tour can start quickly. I really want to go to A Sheng's concert."

Ji Mingqian paused on the fingertips of his cell phone. Did that guy Jiang Yisheng catch a cold again?

So weak?

He put away his cell phone, and with his height advantage, he could see the person sitting on the platform with his eyes raised.

In the distance, the man was indeed wearing a mask on his face, and his green eyes were smiling, gentle and charming.

Ji Mingqian withdrew his gaze lightly, looked down at the album in his hand, and his thin lips curled.

Suddenly he remembered something, and he reached out to his pocket, and there was only one candy.

It is good for Ajiu to eat the candies made by his homemade ones. I would have brought more before I came out.

It was a pity that Ji Mingqian's eyes flashed.

Xue Wu's rank was very high, and he was ranked in a short while.

"Jiang Yisheng, why did you catch a cold again?"

The sound of deliberately lowering is hard to conceal its magnetism, with a bit of ridiculous meaning.

Jiang Yisheng paused his pen and raised his head suddenly. Through his sunglasses, he seemed to be able to see those deep black eyes.

Is it him?

"Why are you here?" Jiang Yisheng asked blankly.

Seeing the surprise in his eyes clearly, Ji Mingqian bent down slightly and tapped his fingertips on the CD under his hands.

"You haven't told me why you've caught a cold again. You've got a cold and you've even signed a sales meeting. You're so dedicated."

Jiang Yisheng was amused and cried, explaining, "The signing meeting was arranged before, how could I think I would catch a cold suddenly?"

On the side, Wen Rang stared at the "fans" chatting with Jiang Yisheng, and the doubts in his eyes were gradually replaced by horror.

How could it be him?

My God.
Chapter completed!