Chapter 8: Nuna! Ka~ji~ma~ The lucky puppy has a home...

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The mall exit was occupied by crazy movie fans.

Chi Leyou walked towards the exit, taking in the dense crowd. She glanced into the distance.

This is the scene when the little monkeys in Huaguo Mountain respectfully send the Monkey King down the mountain.

My friend screamed and rushed out from a corner.

Suddenly, a cross-eyed and lotus-mouthed man appeared before his eyes. Chi Leyou pressed his palm against his friend's face, smoothing it over and smoothing out his grimace: "Childish."

"Why aren't you afraid of ghosts?" Her friend took her arm and led her forward, and the two girls struggled to make their way through the crowd.

Chi Leyou held a canvas bag under her arm. The money in the hidden pocket was her "share of today's hard work." Without a second thought, she replied, "I'm not afraid of ghosts, I'm afraid of being poor."

A nanny car drove out from the VIP exit of the basement.

Du Yuanshan slumped in the leather seat, her skirt draped at her feet, the hem of her skirt spread out like a bright peony. She rubbed her wrist and said, "Oh my god, my hand is broken."

Glancing at her older son dozing off in the back seat, Du Yuanshan pouted, "Your mom is exhausted. Press the button twice for me."

The back seat was silent.

Du Yuanshan kicked off her high heels, knelt on the seat, and stretched her arms backwards.

There is still heat under the nose.

Alive.

Chen Che opened his eyes, forced Du Yuanshan's manicured hands back with his gaze, and counterattacked: "I'm not a blind masseur."

Du Yuanshan directly suppressed the blood: "Color blindness counts!"

Chen Che closed his eyes, too lazy to speak, and just treated her as white noise.

The car was silent for a moment. The driver held his breath and turned the steering wheel slowly.

“…It’s all Mom’s fault.”

The attitude of confession was good. Shen Che said: "I'm not angry. It's not your fault that you are color blind."

"I was blind back then, and I got together with your father without a premarital medical checkup. Who knew he was color blind? His father was color blind, and his grandfather was color blind—" Du Yuanshan counted her fingers one by one.

“…”

Shen Che stopped his mother in time.

If she goes on to say more, she will dig out all the dirt in the ancestral grave.

Outside the window is an exotic street scene, and the shopping mall is miniature into a small sand table model in the rearview mirror.

Du Yuanshan: "Turn around."

driver:"?"

"I told you to drive out through the mall exit."

The driver didn’t understand Du Yuanshan’s point. Wouldn’t it be nice to have a VIP channel without obstructing fans?

"With so many fans seeing me off, I quietly slipped into the VIP channel. Is that okay?" Du Yuanshan smoothed the folds of her dress. "I heard many fans lined up at the mall entrance in the early hours of the morning."

The nanny car turned around, the street scene retreated frame by frame, and the shopping mall gradually became larger.

The young master, who was sitting behind the fan-favoring superstar, was looking out through the car window.

The dark crowd looked like bees in a hive.

The car is mostly soundproofed.

He had seen such scenes countless times, from childhood pride to adult indifference in a blink of an eye.

"Ahhh, sis! My car!!"

The friend took Chi Leyou's hand and raised it high excitedly.

His arms were extremely sore, a side effect of shaking hands in a turkey costume. Chi Leyou's face fell, "Don't pull me after chasing your big star."

The voice was drowned out by the waves of excitement. Her friend raised her arms as high as she could, her eyes gleaming with excitement: "Raise them high quickly! I want to say hello to my sister!"

Fans around held up small hand signs, and Chi Leyou captured a blurry face of the celebrity, with delicate full makeup and a playful wink from her right eye.

It seems strangely familiar.

An even crazier male voice cut in from the back: "Nuna! Saranghei! Nuna! Ka~ji~ma~"

Huh? My friend is a fan of a Korean female celebrity?

A deep and clear gaze swept across the crowd.

The two girls, one in black and one in white, stood out among the fans who were seeing them off.

The fair-skinned one had a tit bag slung across his chest, the one he had kindly helped to look after an hour ago.

Is it her?

Du Yuanshan wanted to wave goodbye to her fans.

"Don't open the window." The man stretched out his long arm and slapped away the exquisitely manicured hand in disgust.

Du Yuanshan's expression changed, and she felt even more guilty. "Mom, just say hello to the fans."

My son is jealous.

Yes, the mother is a big star, and her love is divided into many pieces, leaving only a heart-shaped stone for her son.

The second generation of stars have their own troubles.

The nanny car started in snail mode, and the inside and outside of the car were completely two different worlds.

The car window was closed. Du Yuanshan withdrew her finger, not wanting to make her son jealous anymore. She said with a loving look, "Thank you for your hard work."

"Yeah, it was hard work. You were signing books upstairs, and I was working downstairs. I made ninety dollars."

"Are you working?" You must be kidding.

Chen Che's gaze locked onto the girl standing not far from the car through the one-way window. She was clutching her bag, her elbow obliquely blocking the chickadee pattern, her wrist pressed against the bag's opening.

This is what the little turkey looks like when anti-theft mode is turned on.

The dark-skinned girl next to her, who looked like a second-generation coal miner, suddenly pulled her hand up.

The titmouse that she had been holding tightly suddenly lost its support, and the bird swayed in protest.

Two little ones, one black and one white, perform the female version of Transformers, with their connected arms forming a human-shaped W.

Extremely eye-catching.

"Hey, isn't that Miss Chi? She came here to work yesterday."

Yes, she is working today too.

"Ms. Chi is actually my fan!" Du Yuanshan was about to smile, but then a look of doubt flashed across her eyes. "Then she seemed... quite unfamiliar with me yesterday."

How can a normal fan remain calm in front of his idol?

This is unscientific.

Chen Che included the little turkey in the list of suspects and commented sharply: "It is indeed suspicious."

Du Yuanshan's phone vibrated.

"Wai?"

"Wife~"

The voice belonged to a serious old-fashioned man, but the tone was so corny that it gave Shen Che goosebumps.

"I just signed a book." Du Yuanshan lowered her voice and warned the middle-aged jet-lagged man far away in China, "Aren't you going to sleep?"

"I can't sleep without you."

Chen Che: “…”

"Wife," the old man said in a thick voice, speaking in a way that only his wife could understand, "someone on the Internet said bad things about you."

"There are so many people saying bad things about me, can't you just ignore the negative comments?"

Du Yuanshan is no longer the young female star who breastfed her child, sobbed and forced her husband to join her in scolding black fans.

"I reported them one by one, and they dared to insult my wife?" The voice leaked out of the receiver and suddenly became louder.

Chen Che imagined that his father, who was in a high position, did not abuse his power, but instead had to work hard to report everyone one by one on his mobile phone.

The image was so beautiful that he blinked it away.

But I saw that the W behind the railing was disassembled into two Vs, and the white V was fiddling with his mobile phone with his head down.

Oh, what about the die-hard fans? The die-hard fans all greeted the nanny car, while the fake fans stood there for a while playing with their phones. If you don't expose yourself, who will?

The car struggled to move out of the encirclement, and the crowd behind the car gave a final cheer.

The bright blue feathers of the titmouse are gone, and the huge crowd of fans have turned into small commas.

The world returned to gray and white.

"I'll ask Uncle Zheng to send some autographed photos to Miss Chi." The girl is pretty, hardworking and motivated. How could a bad guy have all these attributes at the same time?

"No need." Chen Che pondered for a moment, then suddenly put on a serious and prudent attitude and warned his mother, "Ms. Du, have you forgotten about your fan climbing over the wall into your house and hiding in the closet pretending to be a ghost?"

Two years ago, on a dark and windy night, long-haired Sadako slipped out of the closet.

Du Yuanshan was so scared that she screamed at the top of her lungs. Shen Dahe, with a gloomy face, sent the fanatical fan who broke into a private house to the nearby police station.

When the director saw the director in pajamas, his jaw dropped like a plane crash and almost hit the ground.

For the sake of his career, he patted his chest to show his loyalty: "Don't worry, Director, I will never tell anyone that your wife is Du Yuanshan!"

Shen Dahe was not in a position to say anything unpleasant, so he gave a look to his son who was also wearing pajamas.

Shen Che was a head taller than his father. He took two steps forward, blocking the incandescent light on the ceiling.

Some people don't speak, but they have a frightening and oppressive feeling.

Chen Che's eyes fixed on her, not blinking for a moment: "Watch your mouth."

"Yes, yes, yes." The director rubbed his hands. To liven up the atmosphere, he glanced at the three identical pajamas and asked, "Ms. Du, this is your..."

He pondered for a second and completed: "Brother?"

Du Yuanshan burst into laughter through her tears.

Shen Che’s face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

Shen Dahe on the side was very proud.

My wife looks younger!

"The little girl who cosplayed as The Ring?" This incident left a deep impression on Du Yuanshan.

After she shouted herself hoarse, she went on to be the award presenter. The microphone amplified her hoarse voice and sent it to the ears of countless audiences.

The paparazzi were excited and followed her for a whole month, but Du Yuanshan had been a star for so many years and had great experience in guarding against paparazzi.

The exclusive news finally came out - it was not taken by paparazzi, but by Du Yuanshan's black fans.

[Du Yuanshan and her little puppy built a love nest together, and her voice broke at the awards ceremony, which was suspected to be XX]

The voices on the Internet can be divided into three waves: one wave of slander and people wish Du Yuanshan would quit the circle, the second wave of gossip and watch the fun, and the other wave of envy and jealousy.

——[Tsk, I'm jealous. Lucky guy, he was actually chosen by Du Yuanshan! Very handsome? As handsome as me?]

Afterwards, Du Yuanshan held a press conference.

The little puppy was dressed in formal attire, looking unusually steady. He spoke crisply, "I'm Du Yuanshan's younger brother."

Public opinion was in an uproar because it turned out that Queen Du really had a younger brother.

Chen Che: "Fortunately, the anti-fans took pictures of you and your uncle."

The image of that black fan suddenly popped up in Du Yuanshan's mind.

A chubby face, with two dimples appearing when smiling.

Du Yuanshan praised her for having cute dimples, and she said that her sister's face was not a dimple, but a mutation of the zygomatic major muscle.

Every failure is a learning experience.

Du Yuanshan was frightened and warned herself to retract her kindness: "Ms. Chi doesn't look like a bad person."

"No." Chen Che thought of the green fruit tea, the sweet and sour aftertaste still lingering between his lips and teeth. Normally, he would be soft-hearted, but he was so stubborn that he added, "Mom, you can't judge a person by appearance."

"Didn't Uncle Zheng find her account?"

Chen Che opened Chi Leyou's Instagram account.

No updates as usual.

“She doesn’t get much hair.”

"What about the domestic account? Doesn't she have one?"

Uncle Zheng sent someone to check, but couldn't find Chi Leyou's domestic mobile phone number.

How could an international student not have a domestic phone number? Unless she doesn't want to return to China in the future.

No wonder he is so active in working, it turns out he wants to stay in the Maple Leaf Country.

The car drove onto the wide road. Chen Che relaxed and checked his friends' updates on Instagram.

The zombie posted a picture of a luxury car and a beautiful woman. The blonde beauty, who was half a head taller than him, was being affectionate with him. The picture was tagged with niubility.

Shen Che was too lazy to click the like button and chose to ignore it.

Scrolling further, his Instagram friend Yoyolooping finally updated.

A video, the scene looks familiar.

Caption: people mountain people sea. ①

Chen Che clicked on the video and saw fans holding light boards and looking into the distance with eager eyes.

The video continued for a few seconds before a Maybach MPV appeared in the distance.

The publisher thoughtfully added music to the video.

The rhythm of the dance music was strong, and the drum beats hit Shen Che's heart again and again.

The front camera couldn't see the real face of the person being photographed, but Shen Che caught the other person's excitement from a distance.

Just now, the blue tit was also squeezed in such a crowd.

Shen Che expelled the titmouse and stopped thinking about it.

He commented:

Brook：You stan Aria?②