The God of Wealth is Bankrupt

Yu Qing tilted his head to look at Yuan Xi.

The little girl's skin is white and delicate, her eyes are moist, her eyelashes are thick and slender, and her whole body is soft and well-behaved. The light fell on her, giving her a faint golden light, like a little fairy coming down from the sky.

After meeting her, everything will come naturally. Whether it's love for her or the stickiness towards her.

The killing banquet was over, and the two went back.

Yu Qing was still thinking about something in the bottom of his heart, and from time to time he fell on Yuan Xi next to him.

He wanted to speak, but pursed his lips slightly, and he hesitated along the way.

until the car stops.

The assistant spoke to the two people in the back seat, and got out of the car with a wink.

Yuanxi tilted her head slightly, and her soft hands grabbed Yu Qing who was about to get out of the car.

Yu Qing took off the little hand holding his sleeve, lowered his head and kissed it, held it in his hand, and asked her softly, "What's wrong?"

Yuan Xi looked at him with moist and dark eyes, and asked softly, "Are you okay to tell me?"

Yu Qing was stunned.

The little girl was very thoughtful, and she had long noticed that Yu Qing looked at herself from time to time, looking like she wanted to speak but didn't dare.

Yu Qing hesitated for a while, and quickly made a decision.

He asked unintentionally: "Does your mother have any favorite artists?" After a pause, he added: "I know most of the people in the circle, so I can ask for an autograph or something."

Yuanxi thought about it and shook her head: "No."

"Oh." Yu Qing responded.

"Are there any nasty entertainers?" he asked again.

Yuan Xi said: "No."

Yu Qing's eyes flickered slightly, nodded, and did not speak.

The two got out of the car and went back to the house.

"Then... does your mother hate me?"

As soon as he entered the room, Yuanxi heard Yu Qing's voice coming from behind.

She turned to look at him, and felt that Yu Qing today was a bit inexplicable, but she honestly replied, "I don't hate it."

Thinking about it, she added: "My mother doesn't pay attention to the entertainment industry."

"Oh……"

Yu Qing was a little disappointed, but that disappointment soon dissipated - although he didn't like himself, he didn't hate him anyway.

If you don't give the account book, if you work hard, it probably won't happen...?

Yu Qing breathed a sigh of relief.

As if afraid of Yuanxi's misunderstanding, Yu Qing explained, "I have a lot of black fans..."

So this is ah.

The honest little God of Wealth didn't think much about it, she nodded and replied softly.

As one of the most popular male artists nowadays, Yu Qing has a huge fan base, but if there is red, there will be black, and the number of black fans should not be underestimated.

Thinking about it this way, Yuanxi felt that Yu Qing seemed a little pitiful, and was scolded every day.

Yuanxi felt uncomfortable and a little angry.

- Angry at those black fans.

Yu Qingming is a very good person.

She stepped forward, grabbed the hem of Yu Qing's clothes with two small hands, and kissed him softly under his surprised gaze.

The soft touch on the lips came, and the color of Yu Qing's eyes instantly became dark.

Yuan Xi withdrew, looking at him with clear black and white eyes, and said softly, "Don't be sad."

Yu Qing was startled, and after following the little girl's thoughts, he smiled in his heart, but made a sad expression on his face.

"Well, don't be sad, anyway, after so many years, I'm used to being scolded."

Yuan Xi was even more angry.

But the little **** of wealth has never comforted anyone, so he doesn't know how to comfort Yu Qing.

After thinking about it, she puffed up her face slightly, and said fiercely, "Next time they scold you again, I'll knock them for you!"

Yu Qing: "...?"

The next moment, under his sight, the fluffy little girl in front of him took out something.