Chapter 647 Inadvertently Still Holding Hands
In the end, Lin Yao didn't want the young woman's stall owner's things, but she also satisfied her wish, and kissed her lightly on the face embarrassedly.
The young woman stall owner was probably someone who had seen big winds and waves. After fulfilling her wish, she acted calmly. After thanking Lin Yao, she pushed the cart back to her stall.
"Tsk tsk, this sister is very calm, I thought she would pass out from excitement."
"Didn't you say that Mr. Lin's charm is universal for men and women? It seems that there are exceptions."
The staff of the program group were all amused by this scene, and couldn't help discussing in a low voice.
Suddenly, the young woman who calmly returned to the booth took out the mirror, looked at her cheek kissed by Lin Yao, and after a moment of silence, took a deep breath.
"Ah!!! Lin Yao kissed me, Lin Yao kissed me, hahahaha!!!!"
Then there was a super high-decibel scream.
Everyone: "..."
Lin Yao and Fang Xiaole were also taken aback, they couldn't help but look at each other, Fang Xiaole pointed at Lin Yao.
Wife, don't you always provoke my female rivals, okay?
Lin Yao stuck out her tongue, she didn't know why she was always attracted to women.
But this is also good, I am not as attractive as other female artists, my husband can rest assured of her, and she can concentrate on being a virtuous wife in the future.
"Sister Lin Yao..."
At this time, the little girl stall owner selling hair clips and sweater chains was still looking at Lin Yao eagerly.
"Sorry to keep you waiting."
Lin Yao quickly apologized, and stretched out her hands.
"No, it's okay."
The little girl was flattered and waved her hands again and again, seeing that Lin Yao really wanted to hug her, her face was blushing with happiness, and trembling, she threw herself into Lin Yao's arms.
The little girl was very petite, and she really looked like a child in front of the tall Lin Yao. Being held in her arms, the little girl couldn't help rubbing against her.
Wow,
So soft, so elastic, and a good figure!
After embracing for a while, the little girl reluctantly left Lin Yao's embrace, then turned her head to look at Fang Xiaole.
"Director Fang, I'm also your fan, that, can you hug me too?"
"?" Lin Yao looked at Fang Xiaole in surprise.
"You know me?" Fang Xiaole looked at his girlfriend's complicated eyes, laughed dryly, and asked the little girl.
"I know you, I'm really your fan, look..."
The little girl took out her mobile phone, entered the post bar skillfully, and handed the mobile phone to the two of them.
"Fang Xiaole Universe Support Club."
This little girl is actually a fan of Fang Xiaole.
"Thanks for your support."
Fang Xiaole hurriedly expressed his thanks to the little girl. He never thought that he would meet a fan on the street one day, so he subconsciously turned his head to look at Lin Yao.
Lin Yao turned her head and didn't look at him, took out the money and put it on the little girl's cart, "This is the money for hairpins and sweater chains."
The little girl quickly said: "No, no, no, really!"
"It should be, how can I not give money to buy things."
With a smile on her face, Lin Yao insisted on stuffing the money to the other party, and the other party smiled and said:
"I'll go to the front for a stroll first, so I won't bother you."
After speaking, he turned and left.
Fang Xiaole: "..."
This silly girl, won't be jealous again, will she?
This is still recording the show.
"Director Fang, then... shall we still hug?"
The little girl looked at Fang Xiaole hesitantly and asked in a low voice.
"How about shaking hands?"
Fang Xiaole looked at Lin Yao's back and said to the little girl.
"it is good."
The little girl nodded in agreement.
The two shook hands, the little girl suddenly laughed, leaned in front of Fang Xiaole and said something in a low voice, then let go, covered her mouth with a chuckle, and went back to her booth.
He waved to Fang Xiaole and said, "Fang Dao, goodbye."
"Uh, bye."
Fang Xiaole's expression was a little weird, and he quickly caught up with Lin Yao.
Lin Yao said that she went shopping first, but in fact she only took a few steps, secretly looking back at Fang Xiaole and the little girl from time to time,
Seeing Fang Xiaole catching up, she immediately turned her head, pretending to be standing in front of a booth looking at something.
"What's the matter, are you hungry again?"
Seeing her like this, Fang Xiaole couldn't help asking strangely.
"what?"
Only then did Lin Yao realize that the stall she was staring at actually bought stinky tofu.
Her cheeks were flushed, and she said hastily, "No, no, I'll just take a look."
Fang Xiaole asked strangely: "So you like to eat stinky tofu?"
"No, just take a look." Lin Yao's ears turned red, and she hurried forward.
It was the first time that the passers-by and the staff saw such a shy side of Tian Hou Lin Yao, and they were all stunned.
"Sister Yao, alas, it's too embarrassing." Fangfang covered her face again, unable to bear to watch it any longer.
The two continued to go shopping, Lin Yao wanted to ask something several times, she opened and closed her mouth, as if she was hesitant to speak.
Fang Xiaole walked forward as if nothing had happened, turned his back to the photographer, and whispered: "Do you want to ask, what did that little girl say to me just now?"
"Hmph, I don't want to." Lin Yao pouted slightly annoyed.
Fang Xiaole smiled, and said in a low voice, "I will tell you quietly later when no one is around."
As he said that, he was about to hold Lin Yao's little hand quietly, but Chen Pengfei, who was behind him, had already caught up with the camera, and ran to the front of the two of them, taking pictures of them head-on.
Fang Xiaole looked at him with a smile, "Xiao Chen, thank you for your hard work."
"It's not hard, Director Fang, it's not hard at all."
After receiving the "appreciation" from the leader, Chen Pengfei blushed with excitement, and worked harder to shoot, and decided that he would never miss any detail in the future.
"..." Fang Xiaole glanced at him, and helplessly dismissed the idea of holding his wife's little hand.
At this time, Lin Yao suddenly said "Yeah", and ran to a booth in front of her with a face full of curiosity.
This stall is very special. On one side is a stove that is burning, and on the stove is a pan, which is burned and softly melted into a ball of brown sugar.
On the other side is a square white board, and next to the board is a round turntable that looks like a lottery.
Surrounding the earthy wooden hands are cats, dogs, chickens, phoenixes, dragons and more.
A white-haired old man sat behind the cart, gently mixing the melted brown sugar in the pan with a small spoon.
"Hi, Grandpa, what is this?"
Lin Yao asked curiously.
"Little girl, this is a sugar painting."
The old man said with a smile.
"Sugar painting is a traditional Chinese folk craft, or one of the world's intangible cultural heritage. Have you never seen it when you were a child?"
Fang Xiaole asked.
"I didn't go out much when I was a kid."
Lin Yao said embarrassingly.
Fang Xiaole remembered Lin Yao's not-so-happy childhood, and hurriedly whispered, "I'm sorry."
Lin Yao shook her head, indicating that it's okay, she asked curiously: "How should Tang Hua play?"
"Little girl, turn the turntable for five yuan, and I will draw something with sugar water and give it to you. This is edible."
"Use sugar to draw things, but, grandpa, you don't have a pen, how can you draw?"
Lin Yao became more and more curious.
"Old man, let's switch one."
Seeing that Lin Yao was so interested, Fang Xiaole paid the grandfather five yuan.
Then he said to Lin Yao, "Come and see."
"Okay, okay." Lin Yao stretched out her slender fingers, and gently pinched the wooden pointer. The little girl took a deep breath, as if she was more nervous than accepting the award on Golden Melody and Silver Dragon.
Under the sun, on a lively pedestrian street, a lovely girl folded her hands in front of her chest, praying in a very informal posture: "I want to go to the dragon, I want to go to the dragon."
Then he flicked the wooden pointer vigorously with his hand, a pair of peach blossom eyes opened wide, staring intently at the rapidly rotating pointer.
In the tense expectation, the girl's hand lowered habitually, holding Fang Xiaole's palm.
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