Chapter 655

Lin Yao finally didn't ask for the young woman's stall owner's things, but she also met her wishes and kissed her face gently with embarrassment.

The young women's stall owner is probably a person who has seen great storms. After meeting his wishes, he behaved very calmly. After thanking Lin Yao, he pushed the stall truck back to his stall position.

"Tut Tut, this sister is very calm. I thought she would faint with excitement."

"Doesn't it mean that Mr. Lin's charm is all men and all women? It seems that there are exceptions. "

The staff of the program group were amused by the scene and couldn't help whispering.

Suddenly, the young woman who calmly returned to the stall took out the mirror and looked at the cheek she had been kissed by Lin Yao. After a moment of silence, she took a deep breath.

"Ah!!! Lin Yao kissed me, Lin Yao kissed me, ha ha!!! "

Then there was a scream of ultra-high decibels.

People: "

Lin Yao and Fang Xiaole were also startled. They couldn't help looking at each other. Fang Xiaole raised his finger and pointed to Lin Yao.

Wife, don't always provoke female rivals for me, okay?

Lin Yao sticks out her tongue. She doesn't know why she always attracts women.

However, it's good that she doesn't attract bees and butterflies like other female artists. Her husband can rest assured that she can concentrate on being a virtuous wife in the future.

"Sister Lin Yao..."

At this time, the little girl who sells hairpins and sweater chains is still staring at Lin Yao.

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

Lin Yao quickly apologized and came forward to stretch out her hands.

"No, it doesn't matter."

The little girl was flattered and waved her hand again and again. Seeing that Lin Yao really wanted to hold herself, her face was full of happy blush and trembled into Lin Yao's arms.

The little girl is very petite. She really looks like a child in front of the tall Lin Yao. She holds her in her arms. The little girl can't help rubbing hard.

Wow, it's so soft and elastic. It's in good shape!

Hugging for a moment, the little girl reluctantly left Lin Yao's arms and turned to look at Fang Xiaole.

"Director Fang, I'm also your fan. Can you hug me, too?"

“？” Lin Yao looked at Fang Xiaole in surprise.

"Do you know me?" Fang Xiaole looked at his girlfriend's complicated eyes, smiled and asked the little girl.

"Yes, I'm really your fan. Look..."

The little girl took out her mobile phone, skillfully entered the post bar, and then handed it to them.

"Fang Xiaole cosmic backup Association."

The little girl is really a fan of Fang Xiaole.

"Thank you for your support."

Fang Xiaole quickly thanked the little girl. Unexpectedly, he also met fans in the street one day. He subconsciously turned his head and looked at Lin Yao.

Lin Yao turned away from him and took out the money and put it on the little girl's stall. "This is the money for hairpins and sweater chains."

The little girl hurriedly said, "no, really no!"

"Yes, I can't buy things without money."

With a smile on her face, Lin Yao insisted on giving the other party the money, and then the other party said:

"I'll go ahead first. I won't bother you."

Then he turned and left.

Fang Xiaole: "

This silly girl won't be jealous again, will she?

It's still recording.

"Director Fang, then... Do we still hold?"

The little girl looked at Fang Xiaole hesitantly and asked in a low voice.

"Why don't you shake your hand?"

Fang Xiaole looked at Lin Yao's back and said to the little girl.

"OK."

The little girl nodded and agreed.

The two shook hands. The little girl suddenly laughed and whispered a word in front of Fang Xiaole. Then she loosened her hand, covered her mouth and smiled, and returned to her stall.

He also waved to Fang Xiaole and said, "goodbye, director Fang."

"Well, bye."

Fang Xiaole's expression is a little strange and quickly catches up with Lin Yao.

Lin Yao said she went shopping first. In fact, she took a few steps and secretly looked back at Fang Xiaole and the little girl from time to time,

When Fang Xiaole caught up, she immediately turned her head and pretended to stand in front of a stall.

"What's the matter? Are you hungry again?"

Seeing her like this, Fang Xiaole asked strangely.

"Ah?"

Lin Yao found that the stall she was staring at was actually buying stinky tofu.

Her cheeks flushed and she hurriedly said, "no, no, I'll take a look."

Fang Xiaole said strangely, "do you like stinky tofu?"

"No, just have a look." Lin Yao's ears were red and hurried forward.

The passers-by and staff were stunned when they saw Lin Yao's shy side for the first time.

"Sister Yao, alas, what a shame." Fangfang covered her face again and couldn't bear to watch any more.

The two continued shopping. Lin Yao wanted to ask something several times. She opened her mouth and closed it again. She looked like she wanted to talk and stop.

Fang Xiaole walked forward as if nothing had happened, turned his back to the photographer and whispered, "do you want to ask what the little girl said to me just now?"

"Hum, I don't want to." Lin Yao pursed her lips slightly angrily.

Fang Xiaole smiled and whispered, "I'll tell you quietly when there's no one."

He was about to quietly hold Lin Yao's little hand. Chen Pengfei behind caught up with the camera, ran to the front of the two and shot them face to face.

Fang Xiaole looked at him with a smile, "Xiao Chen, hard work ha."

"It's not hard, Fang Dao. It's not hard at all."

With the "appreciation" of the leaders, Chen Pengfei flushed with excitement, worked harder to shoot, and decided not to let go of any details next.

"..." Fang Xiaole looked at him and reluctantly gave up the idea of holding his wife's little hand.

At this time, Lin Yao suddenly "ah" and ran to a stall in front with a curious face.

This stall is very special. On one side is a burning stove. On the stove is a pan with burnt brown sugar melted into a ball.

On the other side is a square white board, next to which is a round turntable like a lottery.

Around the simple wooden pointer are patterns of cat, dog, chicken, Phoenix, dragon and so on.

Behind the stall sat a white haired grandfather, gently mixing the melted brown sugar in the pan with a small soup spoon.

"Hello, Grandpa, what's this?"

Lin Yao asked curiously.

"Little girl, this is a sugar painting."

Grandpa said with a smile.

"Sugar painting is a traditional craft of our Chinese people, or one of the world's intangible cultural heritages. Haven't you seen it when you were a child?"

Fang Xiaole asked.

"I didn't go out much when I was a child."

Lin Yao is embarrassed.

Fang Xiaole remembered Lin Yao's unhappy childhood and quickly whispered, "I'm sorry."

Lin Yao shook her head, indicating that it didn't matter. She asked curiously, "how should sugar painting be played?"

"Little girl, five yuan to dial the turntable, I'll draw anything with sugar water, and then give it to you. This can be eaten."

"Draw things with sugar, but Grandpa, how can you draw without a pen?"

Lin Yao became more and more curious.

"Old man, let's turn around."

Seeing that Lin Yao was so interested, Fang Xiaole paid grandpa five yuan.

Then he said to Lin Yao, "come and turn."

"OK, OK." Lin Yao stretched out her slender fingers and gently pinched the wooden pointer. The little girl took a deep breath, which seemed more nervous than she received the award on the golden melody and silver dragon.

In the sun, on the busy pedestrian street, the soft and lovely girl folded her hands on her chest and prayed irregularly: "I want to turn to the dragon, I want to turn to the dragon."

Then he used his hand to pull the wooden pointer. A pair of peach blossom eyes opened wide and stared at the rapidly rotating pointer.

In the tense expectation, the girl's hand habitually hung down and held Fang Xiaole's palm.