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Chapter 169 The Most Embarrassing Concert
"Ah! God Xia! You look even better than in the live broadcast! Eh? Why did you come here?" Qi An stared at Luo Xia, grabbed her hand and held it in his.

Luo Xia's hands were very sensitive, and he felt a little uncomfortable at once. He said "hehe" in embarrassment. Just as he was about to pull out his hand, he saw a few cold white slender fingers attached to Qi An's neck. pull away.

Wen Xun frowned, showing some impatience on his face, he pulled Qi An away, and threw him back hard.

Qi An immediately fell back on the chair.

"Old dog Wen! What are you doing! God Xia is my idol!" Qi An glared at Wen Xun angrily.

Looking at the tone of his voice, Luo Xia could basically tell that this Qi An must have played with Wen Xun since he was a child. No wonder, like Qi Ye, he loves to call... Old Dog Wen?

Thinking about it, the corner of Rorschach's mouth twitched, he didn't really want to bluntly face this... idol.

How could this happen, what about the high-cold male god that was agreed upon?Now she only sees a nympho and wretched man.

It must be opened the wrong way.

Rorschach frowned with a complicated expression.

Naturally, Wen Xun also noticed it, and glanced slightly at the corner of Luo Xia's mouth that was slightly downturned. For some reason, there was a hint of... a little happiness in his heart?
However, a certain "high-cold male god" has not realized at this time that he has successfully turned a fan into a black fan.

"Xia Shen! Can you give me a ticket for the next game? I want to watch you play! How about... I will take my fans with me?" Qi An's eyes were full of anticipation and love, wishing to put "I Love Xie Xia Yiren" was written on his face.

As Qi An spoke, the bodyguards who followed him coughed in embarrassment, somehow feeling a little ashamed.

Vest bodyguard C: "Young master, why don't we put on our makeup first? We're about to play..."

Qi An was interrupted, inevitably a little unhappy, "tsk", and glanced at the bodyguard: "Are you short of smoking again? Didn't you see that I was talking to Xia Shen?"

Afterwards, almost at the moment when he saw Luo Xia, Qi An turned into a dog-legged smile again, "Xia Shen... are you going to my concert later? I specially left you in the middle of the third row I got the position!"

Wen Xun leaned on the dressing table next to him, saw Qi An's attentive expression, and snorted coldly.

Suddenly I regretted bringing that kid here.

"I..." Luo Xia wanted to say something more, but when he saw Qi An's face full of nympho, all the words he wanted to say got stuck in his throat, and he could only squeeze out two: " hehe."

……

Five minutes later, Wen Xun led him to the third row.

This position is impartial, just enough to see the people on the stage clearly, and belongs to the VIP seat.

Both Luo Xia and Wen Xun were wearing masks and hats, so no one would realize that Young Master Wen would bring the young members of the team to the concert.

"Great God..." Luo Xia frowned, hesitated to speak, and was too embarrassed to speak.

Wen Xun tilted his head slightly, glanced at Luo Xialu's beautiful eyes outside, stretched his fingers involuntarily, and touched someone's head.

The tone was still a little cold: "What's wrong?"

Rorschach swallowed.

What should she say?Thank you for taking me to the idol's concert?Or is it that I have turned Qi Yu's fan into passers-by, and passers-by turned black?Or ask... why do you know Qi An?

After thinking for a long time, Luo Xia whispered two words: "Thank you."

Luo Xia didn't dare to look at him, but he didn't know that when a certain cold and heartless person heard the word "thank you", his expression froze for an instant, and then changed into a meaningful smile.

Wen Xun became more and more unclear about how he was feeling when he was with this guy.

It seems that watching someone smile casually will be a kind of enjoyment.

Afterwards, the lights were dimmed and the concert began. Qi An was not embarrassed to stand alone on the big stage, but the fans below were screaming.

Qi An first sang a recently released album, and that song was Rorschach's favorite before, but when he listened to it now, he was not interested at all.

She is still stagnant in the sadness of the complete collapse of the idol character.

Luo Xia frowned slightly, looking at the stage, a little depressed, Wen Xun noticed this, and patted the man's head again.

"Why? Don't you like it?" Wen Xun asked casually.

Unbeknownst to him, Luo Xia frowned, and sighed, "Sure enough, people can't be judged by appearances. Now I feel that what I bought was an apple, but the boss gave me a watermelon."

Hearing this, Wen Xun glanced at her slightly, raised his eyebrows and said, "Isn't it worthwhile to give you a watermelon?"

Luo Xia smiled wryly, "What a bargain, for the same weight and price, you can buy a whole bag of apples, but only one watermelon."

Wen Xun understood the meaning of this, and slightly curled his lower lip, as if he was in a good mood.

The surroundings were a bit noisy, Wen Xun turned his head away, and asked in a low voice: "Then you are not satisfied with this watermelon?"

Luo Xia said "tsk tut" twice, didn't speak any more, and didn't know what to say. He could only silently immerse himself in a sad story of his idol turning into a sand sculpture.

Wen Xun was in a good mood, so he didn't say anything.

He originally thought that the recent training is quite tiring, if Luo Xia really likes it, he can just take her to a concert to relax.

But I didn't expect that there were unexpected gains.

……

Qi An's concert lasted three hours, and before he knew it, he even sang and played games, and two hours had passed.

Luo Xia slept late last night, and at this time he was so sleepy that he was about to fall asleep soon.

At this time, Qi An didn't know what was going on, and he didn't follow the instructions of the director. He picked up the microphone and shouted: "Next, I will sing a song and give it to my... idol."

Qi An smiled like an idiot, and blushed a little shyly, "I believe that at this moment, he will definitely hear my admiration for him!"

As he said that, Qi An glanced at the director's room across the stage, gave those people a hard look, and motioned for the music to be played.

Rorschach was half asleep and half awake, leaning on the back of the chair with his hands in his pockets.

Her eyes were half-closed, and at this moment, there was a sudden coldness on her ears, which instantly irritated her sensitive ear tips.

Luo Xia opened his eyes slightly, turned his head and saw a pair of cold eyes, and the hands covering her ears at this time were also from this person.

"What's wrong?" Rorschach squinted and asked blankly.

Wen Xun's eyes were cold, and he said without blushing, "It's nothing, that guy is spouting mic, I'm afraid I'll disturb your sleep."

Rorschach felt a little bewildered, closed his eyes and continued to sleep.

But she didn't know that a certain little fan of hers was singing a love song to her affectionately, completely blocked from the outside world by these two cold hands attached to her ears.

(End of this chapter)