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"Are you ready to leave the Turkey team?" Shen Qi asked, watching Lu Tun finish his last bite of meat.

He folded his chin with his hands folded, his elbows on the table, and his thumb clicked on his chin.

For this kind of thing, Shen Qi has always been unwilling to be sloppy or joking.

"Hiccup." Lu Tun burped full, eating very contentedly, and slumped on the chair.

"I thought about it."

"It's really poor to stay with the Turkey team. I want to eat hot pot and barbecue. I miss the days when you used to take us out together."

Shen Qi sighed, a little disgusted: "I am also very poor, follow me, maybe even poorer than the Turkey team."

"Then... idol, do you have the money to buy me?" Lu Tun scratched his head with a troubled expression: "Would you like to automatically terminate the contract after my youth training period?"

His youth training is still half a year away, but when the time comes, if they want to participate in next year's competition, they won't have much time to run in.

Shen Qi smiled lightly: "Okay, although your brother I am poor, it is still enough to buy you."

He stretched out his hand and rubbed Lu Tun's head, looking at him with loving eyes.

Lu Tun’s style of play has distinctive personal characteristics. He likes aggressive style of play, while the Turkey team is a veteran team. They prefer gradual progress, and even Nenggou will not take the initiative to attack.

When Lu Tun stayed on the team, the Turkey team lost because one promotion match was too aggressive. In fact, if there are players willing to cooperate with him, the Turkey team can come back against the wind instead of being crushed all the way. hit.

Later, Lu Tun became a cold bench.

And Shen Qi happened to like his radicalism.

"But... I'm in front of you. My team only wins the championship. If you can't get it, don't think about it." Shen Qi looked serious, and it was rare to see Lu Tun's expression without a smile.

Lu Tun nodded: "Observe the idol."

The words were very powerful, as if they had left an oath.

HUOJ is where his dream begins, but not where his dream ends.

He sat next to Shen Qi and leaned his head obediently to make Shen Qi suffocate.

Before he got his head under Shen Qi's hands, he heard a slight commotion at the door.

It seems that a star is coming.

This place is not far from the place where the show was recorded. It is normal to have celebrities. It happens to be lunch time because this shop has high consumption and not many people.

The commotion at the door soon calmed down.

Lu Tun, who went to probe to check the situation out of curiosity, did not have time to let Shen Qi rub his head.

Lu Tun leaned forward and looked at it for a while before he let out a "wow", his emotions became a little agitated visible to the naked eye, and his hands holding the edge of the table trembled slightly.

Shen Qi snorted and tugged at Lutun's collar, "I am better-looking than your brother?"

Lu Tun blushed: "Fu...Fu Mingyuan himself!"

It's me! I saw myself up close!

Sure enough, there is meat to eat with the idol!

Hearing this, Shen Qi let go of his hand, he carelessly rubbed his fingertips, lowered his eyes and smiled unclearly, without making a sound.

He has a very bad perspective in this position. Others can't see him, and he can only see the people in a straight line.

The table of people who just sat next to him is gone.

After a while, without Shen Qi standing up and observing, Fu Mingyuan walked into their sight.

He is wearing a dark blue suit today, which seems to be more upright and temperamental. What's more terrible is that he wears a pair of gold-framed glasses, which hides his aggressive appearance and is a bit more refined. .

To sum up, it is probably-Sven scum.

He didn't walk hurriedly or slowly, and even the time to settle down and start was exactly the same.

Du Jing, who followed him, seemed to have a distorted expression, gritted his teeth.

After the corner, Fu Mingyuan's gaze fell on Shen Qi, and he nodded slightly, as if the two were just friends meeting together.

Following behind, the fans taking pictures quietly saw that he was about to take a seat, and they all prepared to exit in an orderly manner.

After all, Fu Mingyuan is a very principled person. He can allow fans to take photos and help fans sign. However, fans must give him enough personal space.

For example, you shouldn't disturb him when you are eating, it's all agreed upon by them.

After the fans left, Fu Mingyuan frowned without a trace.

"They're gone, you take a picture." He turned his head slightly and said in a voice that only Du Jing could hear.

Du Jing: ...

In public, he endured it.

Fu Mingyuan unbuttoned the cuffs with one hand, and slowly rolled up the cuffs for a short amount of time, revealing the wrist with the fan's support bracelet, followed by the sleeve of the other hand.

He didn't sit directly at the table of Shen Qi and the others, but sat next to them.

Du Jing sat down reluctantly, hesitant to speak.

Lu Tun grabbed Shen Qi's arm and pressed his excited voice: "Idol!! The male **** actually sits next to us to eat!"

"If I ask for an autograph now, will he still give it?"

Shen Qi sighed and looked away from the man's profile: "Isn't the autograph I asked for you enough?"

He took Lu Tun's hand away, patted Lu Tun on the back of the head, and motioned for him to make way for himself.

Lu Tun: "Enough..."

It just didn't write as he wanted.

Shen Qi laughed, rubbed Lu Tun's head, and blinked at him: "It's okay, if it's not enough, I'll help you."

Fu Mingyuan's Yu Guang caught a glimpse of this scene, and the corners of his lips pressed down.

Du Jing glanced at the menu and leaned over: "Would you like something to eat?"

"The evaluation of this store is still good."

"Don't tell me, you just came to see your house..."

Fu Mingyuan raised his head and glanced at him. There were some warnings in his eyes, and Du Jing was even more aggrieved.

"Sir." Qingrun's male voice sounded beside them.

The handsome waiter smiled shyly.

"Wow, idols, they seem to be ordering food." Lu Tun tugged at the corner of Shen Qi's clothes as he was about to pass.

Shen Qi paused when he was about to pass, and sat down again next to Lu Tun, holding his chin with one hand and looking at Fu Mingyuan and the others with interest.

"Envy the waiter." Lu Tun cupped his chin with both hands and blinked.

The waiter handed the menu to Fu Mingyuan, not knowing whether it was intentional or unintentional, and wiped the back of Fu Mingyuan's hand with his finger.

The other party seemed to be unaware, and smiled slightly at the other party.

Shen Qi sighed: "Tun'er, do you want to have something to eat?"

His right leg accidentally rubbed against the table leg, he hissed, frowned, and returned to his original shape in an instant.

Lu Tun said, "I can't eat anymore, idol, should we go first?"

Having said that, he still looked at Fu Mingyuan and the others. The waiter smiled more shyly. Fu Mingyuan seemed to be talking about something. The two people's side faces were unexpectedly harmonious under the dim light. .

It's rare to see a real person once, and I'm not too willing to leave.

Shen Qi snorted coldly.

Lu Tun was taken aback by his sound, and leaned to Shen Qi's face with a guilty smile: "I...I don't want to sign again, or... Brother, do you want to eat more? I'll give it to him later. Do you buy a cup of milk tea?"

It must be because I have always been a male **** male god, which made the idol angry.

Hey, it would be great if the idol was willing to ask for an autograph for himself before, but he was not satisfied, he was not a qualified little fan!

He is at fault, he is damned!

Be sure to buy milk tea to apologize for a while!

The tip of Shen Qi's tongue touched the lower cheek, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he raised his eyebrows at Lu Tun, and stood up again: "No, my brother will definitely help you get an autograph today."

"Still the unique kind."

He walked over with a smile. The waiter was still standing on the spot, with a slight blush on his face. He stretched out his arm and a pen, as if he asked Fu Mingyuan to sign his signature on his arm.

Fu Mingyuan didn't know what he said, the waiter left with a little disappointment.

Shen Qi looked at Du Jing who was watching the play with a smile. Du Jing, who had a rather calm expression, turned around immediately as if I didn't know anything.

"Little brother." Shen Qi stood at the position of the waiter just now, and asked with a smile on his face: "Is there still a place here?"

"Mind if I sit down here?"

Fu Mingyuan moved inwardly and gave a soft hmm.

Shen Qi laughed, his eyebrows curled, and then he unceremoniously sat down next to Fu Mingyuan.

The distance between the two suddenly became very close.

Fu Mingyuan's body smelled of perfume, like clear spring water.

Shen Qi has always disliked this superfluous taste, but at the moment he finds it very attractive.

He moved in, and the two of them were close to each other a little distance.

The flavor is stronger.

Du Jing sighed, really good-looking.

"Brother, do you mind if I sit next to you?" Shen Qi held his face with one hand, and looked at Fu Mingyuan with a little joking in his eyes.

Lu Tun, who has been observing with the naked eye: ...how do you feel that they are a little bit CP? Yingdi Fu is really so approachable! He also wants to sit next to King Fu!

Fu Mingyuan pursed his lips, there was no change in expression on his face, and he hummed after a while.

After thinking about it, he pushed the menu on the table in front of Shen Qi, took the pen, and leaned closer to Shen Qi.

"What do you want to eat?" he asked aloud.

Shen Qigang has eaten, and is not hungry now.

He raised his chin and motioned to Fu Mingyuan to look at Lu Tun, who was now incarnate as a giraffe.

Following his gaze, Fu Mingyuan saw a large pile of empty tables, and nodded to Lu Tun who was excited, "Have you eaten?"

He actually knew that Shen Qi had already eaten it just now, but he just wanted to let him eat with him.

The boy had a faint smell of shower gel, not as mixed as last night, without a hint of alcohol.

But it is still intoxicating.

Fu Mingyuan moved his finger unconsciously, and a dot was printed on the menu with the tip of his pen.

The two communicated almost face-to-face, and they could find themselves in each other's eyes.

The atmosphere was ambiguous for a moment.

Du Jing couldn't stand it, and coughed, interrupting the peace at the moment.

Only then did Shen Qi replied, and put Fu Mingyuan's hand holding the pen over, and his warm palm pressed against the back of Fu Mingyuan's hand.

The replay of the scene where the waiter's fingertips wiped the back of his hand just now.

Shen Qi held Fu Mingyuan's hand, his hand slightly smaller than the opponent, and his fingertips lightly rubbed the opponent's knuckles.

Fu Mingyuan's back stiffened for a moment.

"Brother, did he just meet you?"