章節 50: Chapter 50 Airport Pickup (Part 2)

Lan Su finally bought the scarf. Just as the salesperson said, it was very suitable for Huo Yan.

　　Huo Yan's clothes are very monotonous, with black, white, and gray in a cycle, giving him a chaebol vibe. Sometimes he would wear a blue coat at most, and that was only after his stylist had persuaded him to wear it when he attended an event.

　　The silk scarf was thin and light, and the smooth material like moonlight reflected the bright light of the fluorescent lamp. The color was quite light, like the boundary where the lake and the smoke meet, between white and blue. The color at the folds was darker, like a mountain stream flowing slowly in the green mountain valley, and finally it was tied to the chest with a magnetic buckle.

　　As soon as I left the check-in center, I saw the eye-catching wheelchair in the pick-up area fifty meters away. A little closer, I saw a group of fans carrying cameras and mobile phones.

　　Sure enough, now that Huo Yan showed up, he would not choose a low-key way of appearance and waste an opportunity for hype.

　　"Ahhhh! It's Lansu!"

　　"I squatted down, yes!"

　　"Sure enough, Huo Yan is the weathervane for pursuing my sister Su!"

　　More than twenty fans came up all at once, not too many, not too few either. They formed three circles with their cell phones and cameras, standing half a meter away from Lan Su. The group of people moved forward slowly like crickets in the water-swollen tamarind.

　　"So beautiful, baby!"

　　"It's hard work filming!"

　　"Is the filming finished? It was so dangerous some time ago, did you encounter any troubles during the filming this time?"

　　Lan Su was not used to being a star yet, but this place was still 30 meters away from Huo Yan, so she had to muster up the courage to face the groups of fans.

　　She took off her mask, and her unpainted lips revealed natural light pink skin texture under her straight nose. She smiled cautiously and politely at her fans, and answered some of the loudest questions while walking forward.

　　"It's not finished yet, I just don't have any scenes to act for now. So I came back to take a break."

　　"The crew is very good and there are a lot of security measures in place now."

　　"Not tired, just a little more practice in action scenes."

　　As they were talking, the Pangdahai group of Cricket Pupa walked to the reception area, where Huo Yan was waiting in a wheelchair. The fans stepped aside sensibly, and then naturally formed a large encirclement, surrounding Huo Yan as well.

　　Lan Su grabbed the handle of the suitcase awkwardly, and bent his slender fingers one by one, then slowly loosened them, and tried to pull Huo Yan's hand which happened to be raised.

　　For people with social phobia, when surrounded by a crowd, they will definitely lean towards familiar faces.

　　It's Huo Yan.

　　"Wow..." There were exclamations of envy from the fans.

　　"Holding hands..."

　　"So loving."

　　The two people holding hands did not move forward. On the contrary, Huo Yan was looking at Lan Su with expectant eyes.

　　Today she wore a low-cut V-neck shirt under her white suit jacket and took off the woven necklace she wore every day. The wide V-neck revealed her collarbone, which was as smooth as the curved arc of a river flowing upward after being intercepted by tree branches.

　　She did it on purpose.

　　I deliberately wore clothes with large necklines and took off my favorite necklace to leave enough space for the scarf.

　　She even tied her hair up to avoid the shoulder-length ends covering up the scarf.

　　Lan Su knew that this person wanted to make a profit and create a topic. Now that he was in a difficult situation, she could only help him. She unzipped her shoulder bag and took out the soft fabric. She unfastened the magnetic buckle, bent down, and put it on the man herself.

　　She has good taste. This scarf suits Huo Yan's simple outfit very well. It blends in with the simple color scheme and adds a touch of color to her whole look, giving her a worldly air.

　　"Thank you, it looks great."

　　Huo Yan touched the magnetic buckle with satisfaction, raised his head to look at Lan Su, the light from the lenses suddenly refracted, revealing a hint of tenderness in his eyes.

　　Lan Su knew that she was acting, pretending that they were in love and only had eyes for each other. But she couldn't resist the temptation, and the most tender part of her heart was scratched by the cat's claws.

　　To be honest, Huo Yan's face, which is comparable to a work of art, can be used to constitute a crime.

　　"Just picked it at random," she muttered.

　　"How can any one you pick be so beautiful?" Huo Yan was still moved.

　　"The salesperson gave it to me."

　　"Really?" Someone's tone dropped.

　　"I, I picked one too."

　　Lan Su didn't know why she was nervous. It was probably because there were too many people around her. Dozens of cameras were facing her, more than the crew. In a hurry, she didn't know where to look. Huo Yan held her hand in his palm, and she felt a slight friction on the back of her hand - Huo Yan was rubbing her with the tip of his thumb.

　　When she raised her eyes, she saw Huo Yan's gaze staring at her like lingering waves in the autumn wind. There was no condescending cruelty, nor was there any arrogant laziness, but it was real, a touching look from one soul to another.

　　His brain buzzed and he pulled up his mask reflexively, but his blushing cheeks could not escape the camera.

　　#Huo Yan picks up the airport#

　　#Hot wife is giving out sweets again#

　　#How good is Huo Yan at flirting#

　　#BlueSuBlush#

　　Within a few minutes, their names were on the hot search again.

　　After the shooting, the two people's personalities were given a label of "living and dying together", which increased their popularity. Once the scene at the airport was spread, it immediately caused a sensation in the super chat group.

　　[OMG! I'm connected to the ladder and stone stacks! Little Lanlan, who didn't forget to bring gifts for his wife when he went out to film, is so cute! ]

　　[Excuse me, what does Huo Yan look like? Does she need insurance for this face? Not to mention Lan Su, even through the camera, I am deeply moved]

　　[My daughter is so proud. She chose this gift carefully, but she insisted that she just picked it randomly]

　　[Choose at will, a new round of emoticons is out]

　　[It should be fun to tease Lan Su, he is both arrogant and shy. Huo Yan, I advise you to start a live broadcast as soon as possible and tell us how you usually tease Lan Su]

　　[Is there a dating show? Please, I really want to see them fall in love! Huo Yan's eyes are so sweet and doting that I can't stand it]

　　The internet was filled with gossip, and the person involved, Lan Su, was sitting in the car, but instead developed a sense of guilt.

　　"It's all acting, but they take it so seriously."

　　Especially Huo Yan, whose acting skills were even more mature than those of an actor like her who had taken acting classes, and she fooled her fans.

Jiang Ying talked a lot in the co-pilot seat:

　　"Sister, this is your fault. For fans like us, emotional value comes first. I don't care whether you are real or not, as long as you are real in front of me, I will be very happy. Let's take a step back. Even if it is not real, you two have acted so hard, so wouldn't it be rude for me not to support you?"

　　As he spoke, he glanced at the rearview mirror and said, "Besides, you and Mr. Huo have already gotten married. It can't be as real as you guys."

　　There was some truth in Jiang Ying's words. Even though she and Huo Yan had no feelings for each other, as long as she could satisfy the fans who followed them, it seemed that everything became a natural outcome.

　　Lan Su felt a little better. Thinking of the scene of being surrounded by people just now, he looked at Mr. Huo who was sitting in a wheelchair and said nothing:

　　"Normally there wouldn't be so many people picking us up at the airport. Did you find those people just now?"

　　Huo Yan raised the car window and looked back at her: "I won't do anything meaningless."

　　Lan Su asked: "What do you mean?"

　　Huo Yan: "Those people are your fans."

　　Lan Su was puzzled: "How did they know that I was returning to China today? And my flight information?"

　　Huo Yan is not surprised: "Artists' information is often leaked."

　　"How did it leak?"

　　Ai Li inserted the key into the keyhole, slowly pulled the seat belt buckle, and silently listened to the two people behind her asking a hundred thousand whys - she swears, if it happened to someone else, Huo Yan would definitely give them a warning look, and the other person would obediently walk away with his tail between his legs and look up the answers to the questions himself.

How could someone be like Lan Su, who would get to the bottom of things without showing any impatience at all?

　　The car was silent for two seconds. As expected by Ellie, Huo Yan patiently answered Lan Su's doubts.

　　"There are many ways. You can buy the crew's schedule and find out that you are available recently. Then you can select the flight from Thailand back to China today and wait for you at the airport. Or fans who are waiting at the crew can take pictures of you leaving the hotel with your suitcase. If you go a step further, you can bribe the hotel to know your check-out information and infer that you are returning to China today."

　　She finished her rational and comprehensive analysis, but did not wait for Lan Su's response. The big entrepreneur's vanity was suddenly frustrated. She thought that although Huo Yan was a newcomer in the entertainment industry, it was really amazing that she had mastered these unspoken rules in a short period of time. Why didn't this person show any admiration?

　　Not at all?

　　impossible.

　　Just as Huo Yan was about to turn her head to look, Lan Su swooped over from the side seat. With a "bang", he almost threw himself into the wheelchair and sat on her lap, staring outside through the window with both hands.

　　The fragrance of hair wafted in her face, her soft waist collapsed over the armrest, her belly hanging a few centimeters in the air, and the soft, loose collar brushed across the back of Huo Yan's hand that was resting on the armrest, scratching out the feeling of flower petals being blown by the spring breeze onto the cotton candy and swaying back and forth.

　　A little itchy.

　　Huo Yan raised his fingers and moved them a little, then put his arms around her waist in the name of supporting her.

　　"What's wrong?"

　　Her mind was disturbed by the sweet scent of primrose. At that moment, she didn't care much about why the butterflies suddenly rushed to the solemn and majestic pine trees on the roadside.

　　The butterfly flew over and the tree caught her, and that was enough.

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