Queen's favorite

Chapter 827 My hand is injured, you need to help me take a bath
"Goodbye little brother."

Qi Xingyan nodded, closed the door, and held a large bag of things in his hand.

He felt baffled and looked helplessly at Yi Zhantong sitting on the sofa.

However, Yi Zhantong brushed the news related to him, "Qi Xingyan, you are amazing. In just two hours, four support clubs have been created. At this speed, they are better than Guan Mo, uh... Wait, Guan Mo's big fan has come running over..."

Qi Xingyan didn't know anything about fans. Putting down those things, the phone in his pocket rang, and Qi Xingyan took it.

Over there, Guan Mo's voice was terrified, "Cousin, are you the one who grabs fans like this? I have filmed so many scenes, and the fans I finally managed to accumulate are all climbing the walls of your house."

Qi Xingyan raised his eyebrows, "They climbed the wall and you retreat back."

"Can you just talk about it? I don't want to lose face, my lord? Why, you gave a speech on stage for less than half an hour, and my fan climbed the wall. Cousin, who the hell are you!"

Qi Xingyan: "I was shot once."

"The young master has suffered so many injuries, big and small, and I haven't seen many fans. Those are my parents."

"Why don't you go to the speech in a few days?"

"Forget it!" Guan Mo frowned, "For the sake of showing your uncle's face, I don't want to argue with you."

Qi Xingyan: "..."

Long handsome blame me?
He stroked his chin, and picked up the phone.

After a while, the takeaway knocked on the door, and this time it was Yi Zhantong who took it.

Qi Xingyan frowned while the two were eating, "I just promised that group of people to make a blessing video."

Yi Zhantong was busy eating and nodded blindly.

"What is a blessing video?"

This is what he doesn't understand. People who have never been in contact with fans only know that every year on New Year's Day, his father will give a long speech, which is very official, and it is nothing more than looking forward to the future and working hard.

"I'll write a manuscript for you in a while, and you can read it, and I'll record a video for you."

"Ah."

Yi Zhantong searched a lot of words of blessing, wrote them on a small card, then picked a place, asked him to sit down, and recorded a video for him with his mobile phone.

"Hi everyone, I'm Qi Xingyan. In the new year, I wish you all..."

He sat solemnly, and he read such festive words inexplicably contrasted with cuteness, and even got stuck for a few sentences.

But the mission was not forgotten, and I added a sentence: "Please support the Qi family, President Qi, thank you."

Yi Zhantong reminded him in front of him, and said with his lips: "Compare your heart, compare your heart."

She had taught him many times before.

Not using such hands is simply reckless.

Qi Xingyan frowned, and glanced at her: "How do you compare?"

He was at a loss, not knowing how to move his fingers.

Yi Zhantong held his forehead, waved his hand, forget it.

Then she posted the video on Weibo and @his official support.

In less than a few seconds, the sound of prompts continued one after another, and it could almost sing a song.

Yi Zhantong was happier than him, only Qi Xingyan was bored.

"Come with me to take a bath." He stared at her.

Yi Zhantong held his mobile phone, "Go wash it yourself."

The man put one arm on the table and half circled her: "You forget how I took care of you when your hand was injured?"

If she really wants to eat, just feed her. If she wants to take a bath, hug her and wash her up bit by bit, even from the bedroom to the dining table.

After only a few days, she forgot about it.

Yi Zhantong raised his head and acted coquettishly, "Hey, go and wash yourself, men and women can't kiss each other."

(End of this chapter)