1717: C1717 Conflict

C1717 Conflict

It was different now.

With Ye Hong's current status, he could not take photos with others.

Just like Mo Tianlin, sometimes taking photos with him was equivalent to some kind of pass.

Ye Hong was worried that someone would use this photo as an article in the future, so he had no intention of getting up.

Yuan Xiayi also saw this scene and could not help but pout her mouth. She said unhappily, "Ye Yun, Ling and Xiao Ye, are you guys looking down on me?"

Just now when they were chatting, Yuan Xiayi actually understood the names of everyone.

"It doesn't make sense if they don't take photos. Xiaoyi, don't bother about them!"

Ye Hong did not know how to answer before Xiao Que spoke up for him.

However, the cameraman who was in charge of taking photos put down his camera and came to Xiao Que's side.

He pointed at Xiao Ye who was kicking her short legs in boredom on the seat. He whispered in Xiao Que's ear, "Assistant Xiao Que, this little girl's image is very photogenic.

If we can get her to take a picture with Xiaoyi, it will be very beneficial for Xiaoyi's image packaging.

Not only can it reflect the characteristics of Xiaoyi's people, but it can also show that even children are listening to Xiaoyi's songs.

It was simply two birds with one stone.

"So can you persuade this little girl again?"

Xiao Que's expression turned slightly stiff.

She had just disliked them, but now she had to turn back and lower her voice to persuade them?

Wasn't this asking Xiao Que to slap her own face?

But in order to make Yuan Xiayi even more famous, Xiao Que could only pinch her nose. She unwillingly came in front of Ye Hong and the other two.

"Little friend, can you take a picture with Sister Xiaoyi?"

Xiao Que revealed a smile that she thought was the most charming.

But who was Xiao Ye?

That was a small adult with a heart full of exquisite thoughts. She saw through Xiao Que's approach with a single glance and had a different motive.

So she did not care about anything else and immediately shook her head to refuse.

Xiao Que tried to persuade her several times but could not persuade Xiao Ye no matter what.

Xiao Que's limited patience was directly grinded to the end.

Her expression turned fierce as she stared at Xiao Ye and said, "Whether you agree or not today, I must let you and Xiaoyi take a picture together!"

As she spoke, she actually wanted to stretch out her hand to pull Xiao Ye's arm.

Ye Hong's brows turned cold as he directly stretched out his hand to stop Xiao Que's hand in midair.

"Let go!"

Xiao Que's expression changed. She felt as if her hand was caught by an iron clamp. No matter how she struggled, it was useless. She could only shout coldly.

"Humph!"0

Ye Hong snorted and let go of her hand.

Let go, let go!

Xiao Que was caught off guard and fell backwards. Her butt heavily hit the ground.

She grimaced in pain. Not to mention, her sorry state also attracted the attention of the others.

"What happened?"

Yuan Xiayi saw that there was a situation here and her expression changed. She quickly chased over and asked.

Ye Hong did not say anything. He just stared coldly at Xiao Que on the ground.

That cold gaze seemed to have caused the surrounding air to drop by several degrees.

The majestic aura in his eyes made Xiao Que, who was originally going to complain first, even more so. For some reason, she felt a wave of fear in her heart and forcefully held back a lot of words that she wanted to say.

Xiao Que, who did not dare to provoke Ye Hong, could only vent her anger on others.

She went forward and drove Guo Huang and the others away. She kept mumbling non-stop. She muttered, "It doesn't fit, it doesn't fit!

You guys hurry up and leave!

I really have never seen a fan like you who doesn't know what's good for you!

What is our Xiaoyi's identity?

She took a photo with you guys because she thinks highly of you guys!

On the other hand, each of you is more interesting than the other!

Pay attention to your identities. You guys are just fans, not grandmasters!

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