Chapter 75
Words:906Update:22/06/22 11:02:54
Xiao Lin Can Be Lucky Emperor Today: [Qiqi, I think I saw you come online. Don't pay attention to those who are making sarcastic remarks. Look at those who are praising you.]
Xiao Lin Can Be Lucky Emperor Today: [F * ck, f * ck! Qiqi replied to me!!!]
The other netizens immediately reacted and started to pile up under this comment.
[Sister, aren't you lucky?]
[F * ck, Bai Qi actually replied to you with a high-definition photo of Mr. Xi!]
Bai Qi returned the photo to the comment section.
Everyone clicked on it and saw clearly that Mr. Xi was standing in front of a Chinese cabinet. The cabinet looked like it was made of old rosewood.
There was a lacquer plate on the cabinet. There were Chinese and Western snacks, tea, and milk on the plate.
Mr. Xi rolled up his sleeves. He was tall and slender, and his movements were elegant. He held a table knife in his hand and slowly cut the fruit on the plate into smaller pieces.
The moment the photo froze, he raised his eyes slightly and looked at the person who took the photo. His expression was calm, but his eyes seemed to be full of light.
In the other corner of the photo, there was a person's silhouette. It could be vaguely seen from the reflection on the wall. It was a foreign maid wearing an apron.
What if she looked more closely?
Then she could probably see the antique calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall in the background. They looked like high-quality copies of Wang Xizhi's cursive script.
[She really exudes the aura of wealth.]
[Is this Uncle's house?]
[Mr. Xi looks so gentle. I don't know how to describe it. It's probably that there's an indescribable gentleness in him compared to how he usually looks in front of the camera.]
[Hahaha, Qiqi, are you trying to say that not only did I not have to serve tea, but I can even lie down and enjoy Brother Xi cutting fruit for me? Wonderful, this photo is better than all the explanations.]
[Wait, how did the sister upstairs know that she was lying down?]
[Looking at the angle of the photo, Bai Qi should be lying down quite comfortably right now.]
Bai Qi subconsciously sat up straight.
You guys even saw through this?
The contemporary netizens were all Sherlock Holmes, and they didn't lie to me!
Bai Qi skimmed through the comments and found that they were really good at digging. They could decipher a lot of information from just one photo.
Just then, Xi Chengyun came over with some fruits.
The sofa under Bai Qi sank, and Xi Chengyun sat down beside him.
"I took a photo of Mr. Xi and posted it," Bai Qi said. "Will it affect anything?"
He didn't think too much about it just now, but after sending the message, he remembered that Mr. Xi was a public figure who had to think twice about his every word and action.
"Let me see." Xi Chengyun stretched out his hand.
Bai Qi hurriedly handed the phone to him.
Xi Chengyun skimmed through it and smiled. "Yeah, Qiqi isn't very good at filming."
Bai Qi sat up straight. "Huh? My photo of Mr. Xi isn't good enough? "This is an insult to my photography skills!
Xi Chengyun replied casually, "Yeah."
He quickly raised his arm, clasped Bai Qi's shoulder, and gently pulled him towards himself. Just as Bai Qi felt Xi Chengyun's breath fall on his ear, he heard a soft click.
Xi Chengyun slapped the fruit plate on the table.
After taking the photo, Xi Chengyun sent it to himself through Bai Qi's WeChat.
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