The Great Villain is Not to Be Trifled With

At that moment, Luo Xian felt that he had auditory hallucinations, and thought the little girl was talking about 'my home'.

Realizing this mess of thoughts, he rubbed his head, "Okay."

Although this is where Luo Xian lives temporarily, there are very few things that belong to him, so it doesn't take much time to clean up.

After Ling Qingxuan contacted the driver, she turned around and saw Luo Xian packing up the things, like a large loyal dog wagging his tail for a reward.

[Host, please praise me. 】

Ling Qingxuan gave a thumbs up and stammered out a few words, "You are so fast!"

[...] There seems to be something wrong?

Luo Xian looked at her and smiled.

The two moved things downstairs, but Ling Qingxuan was actually empty-handed.

"Just help me see the road." Luo Xian didn't let her do it, so Ling Qingxuan pulled his clothes and helped him see the road.

Being pulled, Luo Xian was a little distracted. He stepped on the air, and Ling Qingxuan quickly hooked him. Due to the impact, the two fell on the stairs.

Luo Xian's back seemed to be cushioned with something, he touched back and touched the little girl's hand.

She just blocked the protruding part of the steps.

"Ling You?"

Luo Xian raised his eyes, the mixture of gorgeousness and coldness was fascinating, the little girl was close at hand, her breath could be smelled, and the fragrance was fragrant.

Ling Qingxuan propped herself up and asked him, "Where did you fall?"

As he said that, when he touched it with his hand, Luo Xian was startled and raised his head and his lips just touched her cheek.

The ice was cold, smooth and tender, and Luo Xian's heartbeat almost stopped for a moment.

Even a paw who was eating tofu forgot to resist.

Ling Qingxuan stood up, pulled him up, and patted the ashes on his buttocks for him.

Luo Xian pursed his lips, why has he been in a daze recently.

"You, is your hand okay?" Luo Xian hurriedly took her hand, but Ling Qingxuan flung it away.

[...Host, what are you doing? 】It's okay to touch the villain!

"It's okay." It would be strange if the little guy saw that nothing happened.

The spiritual power is on the cushion, and her hands are fine.

Luo Xian thought she didn't like being touched by others, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

Contrary to his nervousness, the little girl held his suitcase with one hand and walked down, Luo Xian hurriedly followed.

"Ling You, let me come."

"Fall again?" Don't think this seat doesn't know that you just stole your own seat!

"...It was an accident just now."

The two went downstairs, and the car just came.

The driver handed the key to Ling Qingxuan, "This...Miss Ling, Mr. Wang said, there are not enough drivers over there, let me go over there to help, this car will be used by you in the future."

Mr. Wang was the manager before Luo Xian.

Ling Qingxuan has no emotions, "Thank you, you can go first."

"Eh, okay."

Luo Xian moved the box into the car and sat in the driver's seat, "Come on, I'll drive."

Ling Qingxuan glanced at him and sat in the co-pilot.

Two minutes later, Ling Qingxuan 'please' him down with a cold face.

"You go to the co-pilot."

"I can drive, but I haven't found the feel yet."

Luo Xian tried very hard to drive, but the car not only did not move for a long time, but also turned off several times.

Fortunately, he didn't slam on the accelerator, or I'll see you next time.

Ling Qingxuan was too lazy to speak, reached out and carried him to the co-pilot, and sat in the main driver himself.

As if venting, the car went fast and slippery.

Luo Xian grabbed the handle above and pursed his lips and dared not look at her.

Is she angry?

This driving was also two years ago. He did forget a little. In order not to make her tired, he will come back to practice next time.

...

At this point, Tiandou was still at work, and Ling Qingxuan asked her for the landlord's phone number to contact her in advance, so after passing by, the landlord was already waiting.

Because Luo Xian's identity could not be used directly, he used the identity of Aya Qingxuan to apply for the tenant.

The room has the same layout as the next door. There are two rooms and one living room. Luo Xian is more than enough to live in, and there are all necessary furniture in it.

Luo Xian had few things, so he tidied up immediately, Ling Qingxuan sat on the sofa and checked his mobile phone, preparing to let him participate in some activities in the near future.

"Have you been in that scene before?" Ling Qingxuan pointed to the one he had auditioned for before.

"It should be."

He brought over the script and materials, and Ling Qingxuan took a few glances before saying, "Have you signed with the company?"

"Um."

loss.

Lingqing entered the contract at the entrance and remembered something, but it might be too fast to mention it to him now, so she didn't say anything.

"How many artists do you have now?" Luo Xian sat on the other side of the sofa, not too far, not too close, just a good distance.

"You one, by the way, take away your Weibo account."

Ling Qingxuan doesn't like to manage this, so it is better to let the little guy manage it himself.

The two exchanged contact information, but it was a work contact. When they got back their account, Luo Xian felt at ease.

He logged in and wanted to vent his emotions, but after looking at Ling Qingxuan, he only posted one.

'Lucky to meet you'

The accompanying picture is a photo of his life some time ago.

The boys wore casual clothes and smiled brightly and tenderly in the face of the camera.

This account hasn't been operated very much before, and it hasn't posted anything for a long time, so after this one was posted, there was no waves.

Luo Xian didn't care either, put away the phone and followed Ling Qingxuan to face the itinerary of the past few years.

She knew about his experience, so she was still in touch with other people while listening.

The company called in the middle, and when Ling Qingxuan picked it up, she knew it was Manager Wang.

"What's going on with Luo Xian's Weibo? How do you manage it? He doesn't have any announcements yet, so what are you posting!"

It sounded quite angry over there, Ling Qingxuan glanced at Luo Xian who was reciting his lines.

Did the little guy post something awesome?

Could it be that she secretly took a picture of her just stealing food?

[Cough, host, just four words. 】 After zz said it, Aya Qingxuan understood.

It was just simple words and photos of life, but it happened to hit the promotion Weibo of the men's group, and together, fans all ran to Luo Xian to like and reply.

The little girl said indifferently to the phone: "Luo Xian is my artist now."

"What do you mean?"

Ling Qingxuan wanted to dig his ears with the spirit sword.

Spirit Sword: ...No, you don't want to!

"It means, you, no, no." Ling Qingxuan hung up on him directly.

Luo Xian was right about this. The road was so wide and people were not allowed to leave. She remembered this bastard.

[The host is the manager of Wang. 】

Ling Qingxuan sat down and took a sip of water, regardless of whether he was a **** or a turtle.

"Is it Agent Wang?" Luo Xian looked up at her.

"Well, it's that king... I'm fine. Now that the house has moved, what time do you go to the studio?"

"tomorrow morning."

Ling Qingxuan got up, "I live next door with my best friend. I'll pick you up tomorrow morning. If you have anything, please contact me directly on WeChat."

She was about to leave, but the boy called out to her nervously, "Ling You, are you... a fan of mine?"

He still wanted to ask.

Ling Qingxuan shook her head, her eyes clear, "No, my best friend is."

Not a fan, nor an agent for him.

Did it happen to be unlucky to be assigned to him...

Seeing that he didn't speak, Ling Qingxuan closed the door and left.

Luo Xian stared at the ground and murmured, "I'm sorry for dragging you down."