Chapter 162： (1/2)

These fans and the fans of the Mill Square obviously did not belong to a team. They did not receive the letter from the leading girl and kept blocking people at the door of the inn. There is also anxiety that even Omega and Beta can't distinguish, and Cheng Cheng is regarded as a bank, and it is a slap in the air.

However, the crisp applause still echoed in the air, and he was put on the collar by Dai Xiaomao, mentioned the midair, and enjoyed a double slap in the face.

"roll!"

Dai Xiao slammed the man out, the guy planted it out, his heel was caught by the threshold again, and he really obediently rolled twice.

"Stupid? I have someone to help!"

Cheng Xiu immediately got up, foxing fake tigers, and wanted to rush out to take the opportunity to make up a few more punches. Unexpectedly, Dai Xiao dragged his elbow with his neck around his neck, and taught him to “do not cause trouble” against his ears, and then “slammed” Close the door and latch.

No one knows how serious the situation is.

As soon as the group got out of the chaos and had not been rested, some guests came to check out with their suitcases. Some are ordinary tourists, and they can't bear a group of fans who are crying and screaming at the door, and want to live in a clean place. Some of them are star-chaser. Although they are not fans, they have heard rumors on the Internet. They have a preconceived bad impression about this inn and have also proposed to check out.

Dai Xiao was completely innocent, and even today's room charges were confiscated, his accounts were cleared and his bag was taken away.

It didn't take long for the Qingguo Inn to vacate.

Cheng Xiu looked at the empty courtyard and sighed longly: "... how clean is it?"

Dusk passed, and night fell. Xie's fans were unyielding, and brought their own bench lunch to block the door.

Although the inn is empty, He An is still the same as usual, one by one, the red lanterns along the corridor are lit, and the chef cooks a table, greeting him while sitting on the sofa and swearing at the computer screen. Cheng Xiu they ate.

"No, He An, your photos are flying all over the Internet, aren't you in a hurry?"

Cheng Xiu's lungs were almost exploding, and he felt He An's state of affairs was so high that it was hard to understand.

"Hurry, why not? I'm not a sage, I'm very sensitive." He An laughed as he brought out the dishes. "I was shaking my hands when I was cooking, and I poured a lot of salt in. You eat You can feel it in one sip ... but dinner is always eaten, isn't it? "

"... I'll help you."

Zheng Feiyu covered his notebook, got up and walked to the dining table, and arranged the dishes for He An.