Chapter 1197 Caring for the Mentally Handicapped Is the Responsibility of Everyone

An Ruixin looked at Mo Rufeng, the great film king standing in front of Wei Qingze, with sparkling eyes, and the expression on his face that looked exactly like those of his little fans who occasionally showed up at the airport to pick him up. He couldn't help but want to reach out his hand .

He thought to himself: Brother, you are also a double actor after all, can you take care of your idol burden? You are such an idiot, do your fans know that!

But the facts have proved that it is completely irrational for fans to meet idols.

No matter how beautiful Mo Rufeng is outside, no matter how domineering he is, he will turn into soft fingers in front of his idol.

After all, it is an old senior who has experienced turbulence, Wei Qing quickly recovered after the initial surprise, and smiled gently at Mo Rufeng: "Hello, I am Wei Qingze, nice to meet you, Mr. Mo .”

Mo Rufeng was almost blinded by Wei Qingze's smile, and said with sincere emotion: "As expected of my male god, he is so handsome when he smiles! Male god, don't call me Mr. Mo, it sounds weird, just call me Xiao Mo That's it, how kind."

"Pfft..." An Ruixin, who silently ran to the side to drink water, almost choked when she heard Mo Rufeng's words.

handsome? An Ruixin glanced at Wei Qingze's black face that was similar to her own.

She and Wei Qingze had completed the blasting scene just now, and their faces were equally dark at the moment.

Mo Rufeng couldn't even recognize himself as an old acquaintance just now, how did he draw the conclusion of "handsome" from Wei Qingze's dark face?

Xiao Mo, brother, are you acting cute? It's shameful to pretend to be young at an early age!

Wei Qing was obviously also frightened by Mo Rufeng's enthusiasm, coughed a little cautiously, and said with a light smile: "Xiao...Xiao Mo, don't call me a male god. I am older than you, if you If you don't mind, you can call me Brother Wei."

Before Wei Qing finished speaking, Mo Rufeng interrupted him excitedly: "I don't mind, of course I don't mind. Well, Brother Wei, can you leave me an autograph?"

Wei Qing was taken aback: "Signature? It wasn't before..."

"I took that signature home and confessed it. It's rare to have face-to-face contact with Brother Wei this time. I feel a little regretful not to get another autograph. Brother Wei probably doesn't mind giving me another autograph, right?"

"...Okay, where do you want me to sign?"

When Mo Rufeng heard that Wei Qing agreed, his eyes lit up slightly, and he tugged on the flamboyant pink windbreaker on his body, and said expectantly: "Just sign my clothes, left chest."

Wei Qing slid his eyes down, and aimed at this windbreaker full of girlish hearts, with a faint rejection between his brows: "..." That, can I refuse?

The answer is obviously no. Faced with such a senior brain fan, even an old man like Wei Qingze has no choice but to surrender.

Seriously, he signed his name on Mo Rufeng's windbreaker, and then took a photo with him at Mo Rufeng's earnest request. Wei Qing was finally 100% sure at this time that this current showbiz leader who is in the limelight The double actor of the two is really a senior fan of himself, the real thing, no deception.

An Ruixin, who had watched the entire process of chasing stars, and Xia Zhi, who had finally come back after shopping and stood silently watching her man's stupidity, looked at each other unconsciously after watching the farce. Tacitly saw the eyes of caring for the mentally handicapped.