The No. 1 Men's Clothing Leader in National Clothing

Chapter 168 Went to meet the idol!
Just in a daze like this, Rorschach didn't remember to ask again until he went downstairs to the garage and got into the black Maybach.

"God, why are we going?"

Luo Xia was sitting in the back seat with the window half open, looking out the window, a little dazed.

Wen Xun said nothing, put on his seat belt, stepped on the accelerator, "I'll take you to meet someone."

The tone of these words was light, but inexplicably not so cold.

...Drove for half an hour, traveled half of Tianjin, and arrived at a large theater in the north of the bridge.

"Master...why are you here?" Luo Xia was even more confused when he saw Wen Xun stop the car.

Wen Xun didn't bother to talk to her, so he gently unfastened his seat belt, loosened his cuffs, raised his eyebrows and said calmly, "Don't worry, I won't sell you for much money if I take you away."

Hearing this, the bewilderment on Luo Xia's face was instantly wiped away, leaving only black lines all over his face.

Before she could say anything else, Wen Xun got out of the car neatly, and opened her car door around the back.

Luo Xia was taken aback, met those deep eyes, and got out of the car.

Then a group of bodyguards in black and sunglasses rushed over from the theater entrance.

Rorschach noticed that the strange thing was that these bodyguards were not dressed the same, one row wore black long-sleeved suits, and the other row wore suit vests.

The two rows of bodyguards hurried over and automatically formed two rows in front of them.

"Master Wen."

"Boss Wen."

The two groups spoke at the same time, but the words they said were different.

Wen Xun didn't speak, but raised his eyebrows slightly.

Today Wen Xun was wearing the usual ripped black jeans, black shirt and black windbreaker, his usual decency was erased from his whole body, and any movement at this time felt like a tugging sensation.

"What's going on?" Wen Xun cast a cold glance at the group of bodyguards in suits and vests. They were all unfamiliar faces, obviously not his bodyguards.

On the contrary, his row of bodyguards in long-sleeved suits were all well-trained and stood upright, and the one at the head was a little closer.

"Mr. Wen, these people are Young Master Qi's bodyguards. Young Master Qi insisted on them coming to pick you up, but I refused, so they still followed."

As he said that, the bodyguard had a slight grievance on his face, and he turned his head and gave the head of the bodyguard in vest another look.

Wen Xun didn't speak, and his face turned slightly, the bodyguard knew that his boss didn't want to waste time, so he wanted to go in quickly, turned away and made way for him.

Immediately, Wen Xun ignored the two groups of bodyguards beside him, and walked forward with long legs.

Luo Xia didn't look too much. Seeing Wen Xun start, he hurriedly followed.

It's just... the bodyguard said... Young Master Qi?
That family in China is surnamed Qi?Luo Xia raised his eyebrows slightly, but he really didn't remember it for a while.

It wasn't until she and Wen Xun were walking in front that the two bodyguards behind suddenly started talking in low voices:

Vest bodyguard A: "I said what's the matter with your boss? My young master heard that he wanted two tickets. He thought your boss finally got the hang of taking girls. Why is he a man?"

Long-sleeved bodyguard A: "How the hell did I know? Where did this kid come from? Why didn't I meet the boss?"

Long-sleeved bodyguard B: "Tsk, you've only been with the boss for a few days, you can see a fart!"

Long-sleeved bodyguard C: "I've been with the boss for several years, and this is the first time I've seen this kid. Could it be that you've seen him?"

Long-sleeved bodyguard B: "I haven't seen it before."

Long-sleeved bodyguard × N: "Cut..."

Bodyguard B: "Hey, hey, let me tell you, are you the boss's bodyguards? Have you ever met anyone?"

Long-sleeved bodyguard B: "Tsk, we are usually on standby at the company. It's normal if we haven't seen him before."

Long-sleeved bodyguard Ding: "Huh? I remembered, this person... Oh! This person is the one that the boss led into the private lounge last time!"

These words exploded in the crowd, and all Wen Xun's bodyguards stopped suddenly, their eyes widened, and they all looked incredible.

As a result, everyone shouted in unison: "What did you say?"

This sentence was said so loudly that both Luo Xia and Wen Xun in front could hear it clearly. They both paused and turned their heads.

Wen Xun put his hands in the pockets of his clothes, looked at the eyes of several people with a hint of coldness and impatience, and said angrily: "What's wrong?"

Long-sleeved bodyguard A and long-sleeved bodyguard B covered the mouth of long-sleeved bodyguard Ding, directly pressed him to the ground, turned his head, long-sleeved bodyguard A respectfully said to Wen Xun: "Report to Mr. Wen, Xiaoding is constipated today, let's take him to solve it!"

After saying that, the two of them pulled the long-sleeved bodyguard Ding and disappeared into Wen Xun's cold sight.

Afterwards, the others continued to walk, and Luo Xia walked slowly, getting closer to the bodyguards, and could hear them more clearly.

Long-sleeved bodyguard C: "Hey, you said that my boss has no reason, why did he bring someone to see your stupid young master's concert?"

Vest bodyguard C: "Of course I was impressed by our young master Qi's charisma... Eh? Who are you calling stupid?"

……

Luo Xia listened, and looked at Wen Xun's back two meters away in front of him, and couldn't help frowning.

Young Master Qi... a concert?

Before Luo Xia's thought jumped out of his mind, several people had already approached the backstage of the big stage in the theater.

Wen Xun's hand was stuck in the pocket of the windbreaker all the time, and when he walked to a backstage lounge, he still didn't take it out, and then he kicked the door with a "bang", and the slender legs directly kicked the door open coolly .

This frightened the makeup artist inside, and the eyeliner was crooked.

The make-up artist saw the line flying all over the eyebrows in front of him, and said "ah", "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Mr. Qi, I didn't do it on purpose! Now go get the makeup remover cotton!"

Saying that, the makeup artist rushed to the door and ran out past the crowd.

Only the poor boy whose eyeliner was drawn crookedly was left, biting the root, turned his head to look at the door angrily: "Wen! Xun!"

The man raised his eyebrows, walked a few steps in, and said lazily, "I'm here."

"You fucking..." Qi An was about to swear, when he saw a boy who was as beautiful as a fairy standing next to Wen Xun.

Qi An stared at Luo Xia firmly, held back the words abruptly, did not move his eyes for a long time, and finally called out slightly in disbelief: "God Xia..."

Originally seeing Qi An, Luo Xia was stunned.

Now that Qi An called her like that, he was taken aback for a second, just about to ask something, or say hello, when suddenly a cold male voice came between the two of them.

Wen Xun looked at Qi An with a little displeasure: "You know him?"

Qi An ignored Wen Xun and stared straight at Luo Xia with admiration in his eyes. After a long time, he suddenly shouted: "Ahhh! It's Xia Shen! Idol! Ahhhh! I saw You’re alive! Old Dog Wen, you’re a fucking brother! How do you know that my idol is Xia Shen!”

Qi An stood up and ran in front of Luo Xia in twos and twos, with a nympho on his face: "Xia Shen! I am your fan! I watch your live broadcast every day! I like you so much! Your Taoist priest is too good at playing. Fucking awesome! Fuck! I'm so excited!"

Luo Xia looked at the big fool with crooked eyeliner in front of him, the corners of his mouth twitched, feeling unreal.

After all... In front of the camera, Qi An has always been selling the avatars of high-cold male gods.

At this moment...

Luo Xia looked at this idiot who called her Xia Shen in front of him, and suffered ten thousand points of hurt in his heart.

(End of this chapter)