C705 He Didn't Let Go of Any Potential Enemies
At this moment, Shen Anning was not the only one who felt this way. All the surrounding girls were attracted by Qin Jingyang's aura. They all took out their phones and started recording and taking pictures.
When the last note of the song ended, Qin Jingyang had just returned Michael. Before he could show off to Shen Anning, he was surrounded by the girls.
"Little brother, add me on WeChat."
"Little brother, do you have a short video account? Do you know how to broadcast live? Let's add some attention. "
" Handsome, are you a singer? Your voice is really too pleasant to listen to."
"Little brother..."
"..."
The crowd of people pushed Shen Anning out of the crowd. She staggered and almost fell down. It was the singer who helped her up.
She raised her head and thanked the singer, "Thank you. Your singing is also very nice."
The singer smiled. "It's not as good as your boyfriend's singing. Do you want to leave a contact number? I can invite him to join me in the future. Maybe in the future when I make a record, we can sing together."
"Okay, okay." With the principle of having more friends, Shen Anning immediately took out her phone and added the singer on WeChat.
This scene was coincidentally seen by Qin Jingyang, who was in the crowd, and there was a complicated look on his face.
He took two steps forward and stretched out his long arm to grab Shen Anning's neck behind her neck. He directly pulled her to his side and hugged her shoulder to declare sovereignty.
"You guys squeezed into my girlfriend. My girlfriend didn't allow me to add other women's contact details. Sorry."
After saying that, he directly pushed Shen Anning away from the crowd and left.
After walking out for a long distance, Qin Jingyang's hand was still holding Shen Anning's shoulder. She struggled slightly and was pressed down again.
"Don't move. Those women are so annoying. One by one, they come and ask for my contact details..."
"Isn't that good?" Shen Anning teased, "We can expand the harem again."
Just as she finished her sentence, her shoulder was pinched by the man. She gasped, "What are you doing!"
"It's your fault for always talking nonsense."
"Why am I talking nonsense?"
"You have seen my harem before?" There was a hint of displeasure in Qin Jingyang's eyes. "The so-called three palaces, six courtyards, and seventy-two concubines?"
"Little Blue, Little Purple..."
"I told you I was just a friend."
Shen Anning opened her mouth. "I've never seen her before, but I can guess. Aren't you just a suave and elegant person?"
"Then I am not a butterfly that cannot endure loneliness? I am very pure!"
Shen Anning looked at him very seriously and slightly curled her lips, "I really did not see it."
Qin Jingyang,... " Fine. "
He finally let go of her shoulder and helped her tidy up her coat and hat. "Whatever you say, just do it. As long as you are happy."
Shen Anning stuck out her tongue and took out her phone." I just added the singer's WeChat. He said that he can call you to sing with him when he sends the record. "
Qin Jingyang took her phone and deleted it neatly and disdainfully.1
Shen Anning was surprised. "What are you doing!? Why did you delete my friend list?!"
Qin Jingyang put his hands in his pockets and said lightly, "There is a saying in the art of war. We cannot let go of any potential enemy. We would rather kill a thousand wrong people than let one go."
Shen Anning frowned. "What do you mean? You are not going to the music industry. Why do you treat a street artist as an enemy?"
Luckily, she had changed her phone number and added it back when she turned back to search for the phone number.
This Qin Jingyang was really detestable.
What if this singer becomes popular in the future? Doesn't she have the celebrity's WeChat account?
At that time... Tsk, tsk, tsk. She could easily have gossip in the entertainment industry.
The two of them walked side by side towards the city square. Naturally, they did not expect that not long after, Qin Jingyang's singing video would also cause some romantic waves.
pqdm.com