Chapter 200: You sign me

Lin Xi looked up and down suspiciously at Mo Ting, "Then you swear, you won't follow me for a while!"
Mo Ting looked at Lin Xi bitterly and nodded: "Okay, OK, can I swear still? I'll leave in a while, let's not follow you!"
Lin Xi nodded in satisfaction, which is not bad.
These big stars are followed by paparazzi anytime and anywhere. What if they are caught by others and misunderstood by others!
She doesn’t care. She can’t stand the fans of Mo Ting. The fans of male stars are generally crazy.
and……
In case it is reported, Lu Beichen will be angry if he sees it.
She doesn’t know him yet, she will be jealous when something happens, as if she has fallen into a jealous jar,
Lin Xi asked, "Why did you come to City D?"
Is it filming here?
I haven't heard of Mo Ting's activities in City D recently!
"I, come here to go shopping!"
"Shopping?" Lin Xi was taken aback, couldn't help but give a silent glance.
Why do you think the word shopping is so funny when it comes out of the 1.8-meter-long man named Mo Ting!
And... shopping even went to D city to go shopping specially, is this the pain of idle eggs?
Mo Ting's mouth was pinched and smiled, and he said indifferently: "Why, no?"
"OK, OK"
How could it not work!
He likes to toss, he just likes to toss, and people like to go shopping in D city.
Lin Xi suddenly thought of the crazy fans who had swarmed by the toilet today. His eyes lit up, and those people would not be running towards Mo Ting!
Asked: "Is the fan next to the bathroom today your fan?"
"Yes!" Mo Ting touched his head and said with a headache: "No way, they have to follow after I hide in the toilet. Fortunately, I run fast!"
"Uh……"
Lin Xi curled her lips, thinking that it's different when it's red. There are a lot of fans who follow.
Moreover, popular male stars like Mo Ting are all female fans, all of them are not good.
Lin Xi had been aware of the scandal between her and Mo Ting last time.
Mo Ting sighed: "You will know how I feel when you become popular."
"Oh" Lin Xi nodded, looking at Mo Ting enviously, but not jealous, with satisfaction written on her small face.
Compared to when she first started, she is already very good now. When she arrived at the airport, many people knew her. Although she was not as many fans as Mo Ting, she was already very satisfied.
Passing by a flower shop, Lin Xi bought a bunch of pink carnations.
The flower language of pink carnation is maternal love without asking for a price.
Maternal love without asking for a price...
This is my mother’s favorite flower during her lifetime,
When I was young, my mother’s favorite carnations were planted in the garden at home. When she was a child, her favorite thing to do was catch butterflies in the garden with her mother.
But since my mother left, the garden was changed to a rose garden by Mumo's mother, and there was no longer a shadow in the garden.
Lin Xi sniffed, held back the tears in her eyes, and touched her unfamiliar cheek.
Mom, I came to see you, do you still know who I am?
After Lin Xi bought the flowers, she saw Mo Ting still waiting outside the flower shop.
Half-kick his hand in his pocket: "Are you going to the cemetery?"
Lin Xi pursed her mouth and said angrily, "Yes, otherwise, don't tell me you are going to go with me by chance."
Mo Ting shook his head: "Unfortunately, I am not going to the cemetery!"
Lin Xi said with a look of disgust: "That's good, then don't follow me!"
Mo Ting asked aggrievedly: "You hate me so much?"
"Uh……"
Lin Xi waved her hand quickly: "I don't hate it, I don't hate it", and said with a smirk: "How could I hate it, but I was your fan before?"
Mo Ting smiled: "Oh? It was before, but now it is not?"
"Uh..." Lin Xi was embarrassed for a moment. Why is this person so horny, explaining: "Always, always..."
Mo Ting raised his right hand and made a blocking action: "It's all right, don't say it, it's too false."
"Really!" Lin Xi vowed: "My friend has liked you for years!"
What she said is not a lie. Yichen has liked Mo Ting for many years, and has always regarded Mo Ting as his idol in life!
By the way, Lin Xi stretched out her hands and pointed at Mo Ting's big cute eyes, "Why don't you give me an autograph?"
Although she doesn't want it very much, Yichen wants it. She will be very happy to see it.
Mo Ting raised his chin and said with a smug look: "Please, please, I'll sign your signature."
"Haha" Lin Xi couldn't help rolling her eyes, "Is it love or not?"
Said to turn around and leave,
Mo Ting grabbed Lin Xi's arm from behind, discussing, "Ai, don't go, can't I give you an autograph?"
Lin Xi urged: "Then hurry up, I still have business!"
Wouldn't it be enough to sign her earlier, she has things to do later.
Mo Ting slowly took out the pen from his pocket, and asked sadly, "Where is the sign?"
Lin Xi was taken aback, she flipped through her bag, but couldn't find any place where she could sign.
What to do, Lin Xi thought for a while with her chin in her hand.
You can't write the signature on her arm either, what if Yang Yichen is excited and holding her arm and not letting her go!
The main thing is...
If Lu Beichen saw Mo Ting's name written on her arm, that would be fine!
You know that Lu Beichen is not ordinary jealous.
He is a typical East Asian vinegar king, and the sourness can fill the whole house when he is jealous.
Lin Xi tilted her head and thought, suddenly her eyes lit up and said, "Or, write your name on my bag!"
This bag was newly bought by Lu Beichen a few days ago. It is not too old. She can send the bag and signature directly to Yichen...
Yichen will definitely like it very much.
Although she had already brought this bag once, the most important thing was her heart, and there was Mo Ting's signature here, and Yi Chen would not mind so much.
Lin Xi couldn't help snapping her fingers, her eyes brightened, her plump chin slightly raised, her eyebrows curled up.
She is so smart that she can come up with such a perfect method!
Lin Xi handed the bag in front of Mo Ting: "Then, sign me a name on the front of the bag. The name must be big and obvious~"
In this case, Yichen can go out for a while with his bag.