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Chapter 807

Chapter 807

Lin Xiangyu

The screams, shouts, and the "clicking" sounds of frantic shutter button pressing instantly drowned out the airport broadcast, and merged into a sound wave with physical impact, slamming hard into the huge floor-to-ceiling glass curtain walls around it, making a low buzzing resonance, and the ground beneath the feet seemed to be shaking slightly.

Behind the sunglasses, Jessica Jung's pupils subconsciously shrank and her steps paused involuntarily.

Everywhere you look, you see crowds of people, cell phones held high, large posters and light signs with her name on them.

Young faces flushed with excitement, their eyes burning with a fiery light that could almost melt a person, and countless hands stretched forward desperately, wanting to get closer, closer.

Jessica Jung had only seen this scene on the Internet before.

When Lim Sang-woo and Lim Yoona became popular because of "My Love from the Star", this was the scene when they appeared at the airport.

Jessica Jung never thought that she would encounter such a situation.

The heavy expectation instantly turned into tangible heat waves and noise, rushing towards us with suffocating power.

At this time, the pain in the waist is nothing.

Jessica Jung took a deep breath, and the breath sank into her lungs, carrying the cold and dry air unique to the airport.

Jessica Jung pinched her palm hard with her hands hidden in the sleeves of her wide hoodie. The sharp pain instantly brought her confused thoughts together.

The next second, she stopped and faced the boiling sea of ​​people.

The sunglasses were gently taken off, revealing a pair of eyes that were obviously tired but still bright.

The philosopher tried hard to pull up the corners of his lips, pulling out a smile that was clear and warm enough, then he raised his hand and waved it vigorously and widely in the direction where the crowd was densest.

"Thank you everyone!" she shouted in standard Chinese that she had practiced countless times, her voice cutting through some of the noise.

"Everyone must pay attention to safety, don't crowd, be careful! Thank you for your support!"

Jessica Jung's simple action and words, like an ice cube thrown into boiling water, triggered an even more fanatical wave of response.

The fans were even more excited, shouting loudly, and the assistant anxiously whispered in her ear, "Jessica, hurry up, you can't stay here any longer! If you stay here any longer, it will only make the airport even more congested."

The assistant could understand Jessica Jung’s feelings at this moment.

But there are indeed too many people.

It's really not suitable to stay at the airport any longer.

Jessica Jung also understood the logic here and nodded.

The security guards around her increased their strength, almost half pushing her forward.

The screams, shouts, and the "clicking" sounds of frantic shutter button pressing instantly drowned out the airport broadcast, and merged into a sound wave with physical impact, slamming hard into the huge floor-to-ceiling glass curtain walls around it, making a low buzzing resonance, and the ground beneath the feet seemed to be shaking slightly.

Behind the sunglasses, Jessica Jung's pupils subconsciously shrank and her steps paused involuntarily.

Everywhere you look, you see crowds of people, cell phones held high, large posters and light signs with her name on them.

Young faces flushed with excitement, their eyes burning with a fiery light that could almost melt a person, and countless hands stretched forward desperately, wanting to get closer, closer.

Jessica Jung had only seen this scene on the Internet before.

When Lim Sang-woo and Lim Yoona became popular because of "My Love from the Star", this was the scene when they appeared at the airport.

Jessica Jung never thought that she would encounter such a situation.

The heavy expectation instantly turned into tangible heat waves and noise, rushing towards us with suffocating power.

At this time, the pain in the waist is nothing.

Jessica Jung took a deep breath, and the breath sank into her lungs, carrying the cold and dry air unique to the airport.

Jessica Jung pinched her palm hard with her hands hidden in the sleeves of her wide hoodie. The sharp pain instantly brought her confused thoughts together.

The next second, she stopped and faced the boiling sea of ​​people.

The sunglasses were gently taken off, revealing a pair of eyes that were obviously tired but still bright.

The philosopher tried hard to pull up the corners of his lips, pulling out a smile that was clear and warm enough, then he raised his hand and waved it vigorously and widely in the direction where the crowd was densest.

"Thank you everyone!" she shouted in standard Chinese that she had practiced countless times, her voice cutting through some of the noise.

"Everyone must pay attention to safety, don't crowd, be careful! Thank you for your support!"

Jessica Jung's simple action and words, like an ice cube thrown into boiling water, triggered an even more fanatical wave of response.

The fans were even more excited, shouting loudly, and the assistant anxiously whispered in her ear, "Jessica, hurry up, you can't stay here any longer! If you stay here any longer, it will only make the airport even more congested."

The assistant could understand Jessica Jung’s feelings at this moment.

But there are indeed too many people.

It's really not suitable to stay at the airport any longer.

Jessica Jung also understood the logic here and nodded.

The security guards around her increased their strength, almost half pushing her forward. The screams, shouts, and the "clicks" of the shutter buttons instantly drowned out the airport broadcast, merging into a wave of sound with physical impact, hitting the huge floor-to-ceiling glass curtain walls around them, making a low buzzing resonance, and the ground under her feet seemed to tremble slightly.

Behind the sunglasses, Jessica Jung's pupils subconsciously shrank and her steps paused involuntarily.

Everywhere you look, you see crowds of people, cell phones held high, large posters and light signs with her name on them.

Young faces flushed with excitement, their eyes burning with a fiery light that could almost melt a person, and countless hands stretched forward desperately, wanting to get closer, closer.

Jessica Jung had only seen this scene on the Internet before.

When Lim Sang-woo and Lim Yoona became popular because of "My Love from the Star", this was the scene when they appeared at the airport.

Jessica Jung never thought that she would encounter such a situation.

The heavy expectation instantly turned into tangible heat waves and noise, rushing towards us with suffocating power.

At this time, the pain in the waist is nothing.

Jessica Jung took a deep breath, and the breath sank into her lungs, carrying the cold and dry air unique to the airport.

Jessica Jung pinched her palm hard with her hands hidden in the sleeves of her wide hoodie. The sharp pain instantly brought her confused thoughts together.

The next second, she stopped and faced the boiling sea of ​​people.

The sunglasses were gently taken off, revealing a pair of eyes that were obviously tired but still bright.

The philosopher tried hard to pull up the corners of his lips, pulling out a smile that was clear and warm enough, then he raised his hand and waved it vigorously and widely in the direction where the crowd was densest.

"Thank you everyone!" she shouted in standard Chinese that she had practiced countless times, her voice cutting through some of the noise.

"Everyone must pay attention to safety, don't crowd, be careful! Thank you for your support!"

Jessica Jung's simple action and words, like an ice cube thrown into boiling water, triggered an even more fanatical wave of response.

The fans were even more excited, shouting loudly, and the assistant anxiously whispered in her ear, "Jessica, hurry up, you can't stay here any longer! If you stay here any longer, it will only make the airport even more congested."

The assistant could understand Jessica Jung’s feelings at this moment.

But there are indeed too many people.

It's really not suitable to stay at the airport any longer.

Jessica Jung also understood the logic here and nodded.

The security guards around her increased their strength, almost half pushing her forward. The screams, shouts, and the "clicks" of the shutter buttons instantly drowned out the airport broadcast, merging into a wave of sound with physical impact, hitting the huge floor-to-ceiling glass curtain walls around them, making a low buzzing resonance, and the ground under her feet seemed to tremble slightly.

Behind the sunglasses, Jessica Jung's pupils subconsciously shrank and her steps paused involuntarily.

Everywhere you look, you see crowds of people, cell phones held high, large posters and light signs with her name on them.

Young faces flushed with excitement, their eyes burning with a fiery light that could almost melt a person, and countless hands stretched forward desperately, wanting to get closer, closer.

Jessica Jung had only seen this scene on the Internet before.

When Lim Sang-woo and Lim Yoona became popular because of "My Love from the Star", this was the scene when they appeared at the airport.

Jessica Jung never thought that she would encounter such a situation.

The heavy expectation instantly turned into tangible heat waves and noise, rushing towards us with suffocating power.

At this time, the pain in the waist is nothing.

Jessica Jung took a deep breath, and the breath sank into her lungs, carrying the cold and dry air unique to the airport.

Jessica Jung pinched her palm hard with her hands hidden in the sleeves of her wide hoodie. The sharp pain instantly brought her confused thoughts together.

The next second, she stopped and faced the boiling sea of ​​people.

The sunglasses were gently taken off, revealing a pair of eyes that were obviously tired but still bright.

The philosopher tried hard to pull up the corners of his lips, pulling out a smile that was clear and warm enough, then he raised his hand and waved it vigorously and widely in the direction where the crowd was densest.

"Thank you everyone!" she shouted in standard Chinese that she had practiced countless times, her voice cutting through some of the noise.

"Everyone must pay attention to safety, don't crowd, be careful! Thank you for your support!"

Jessica Jung's simple action and words, like an ice cube thrown into boiling water, triggered an even more fanatical wave of response.

The fans were even more excited, shouting loudly, and the assistant anxiously whispered in her ear, "Jessica, hurry up, you can't stay here any longer! If you stay here any longer, it will only make the airport even more congested."

The assistant could understand Jessica Jung’s feelings at this moment.

But there are indeed too many people.

It's really not suitable to stay at the airport any longer.

Jessica Jung also understood the logic here and nodded.

The security guards around her increased their strength, almost half pushing her forward. The screams, shouts, and the "clicks" of the shutter buttons instantly drowned out the airport broadcast, merging into a wave of sound with physical impact, hitting the huge floor-to-ceiling glass curtain walls around them, making a low buzzing resonance, and the ground under her feet seemed to tremble slightly.

Behind the sunglasses, Jessica Jung's pupils subconsciously shrank and her steps paused involuntarily.

Everywhere you look, you see crowds of people, cell phones held high, large posters and light signs with her name on them.

Young faces flushed with excitement, their eyes burning with a fiery light that could almost melt a person, and countless hands stretched forward desperately, wanting to get closer, closer.

Jessica Jung had only seen this scene on the Internet before.

When Lim Sang-woo and Lim Yoona became popular because of "My Love from the Star", this was the scene when they appeared at the airport.

Jessica Jung never thought that she would encounter such a situation.

The heavy expectation instantly turned into tangible heat waves and noise, rushing towards us with suffocating power.

At this time, the pain in the waist is nothing.

Jessica Jung took a deep breath, and the breath sank into her lungs, carrying the cold and dry air unique to the airport.

The screams, shouts, and the "clicking" sounds of frantic shutter button pressing instantly drowned out the airport broadcast, and merged into a sound wave with physical impact, slamming hard into the huge floor-to-ceiling glass curtain walls around it, making a low buzzing resonance, and the ground beneath the feet seemed to be shaking slightly.

Behind the sunglasses, Jessica Jung's pupils subconsciously shrank and her steps paused involuntarily.

Everywhere you look, you see crowds of people, cell phones held high, large posters and light signs with her name on them.

Young faces flushed with excitement, their eyes burning with a fiery light that could almost melt a person, and countless hands stretched forward desperately, wanting to get closer, closer.

Jessica Jung had only seen this scene on the Internet before.

When Lim Sang-woo and Lim Yoona became popular because of "My Love from the Star", this was the scene when they appeared at the airport.

Jessica Jung never thought that she would encounter such a situation.

The heavy expectation instantly turned into tangible heat waves and noise, rushing towards us with suffocating power.

At this time, the pain in the waist is nothing.

Jessica Jung took a deep breath, and the breath sank into her lungs, carrying the cold and dry air unique to the airport.

Jessica Jung pinched her palm hard with her hands hidden in the sleeves of her wide hoodie. The sharp pain instantly brought her confused thoughts together.

The next second, she stopped and faced the boiling sea of ​​people.

The sunglasses were gently taken off, revealing a pair of eyes that were obviously tired but still bright.

The philosopher tried hard to pull up the corners of his lips, pulling out a smile that was clear and warm enough, then he raised his hand and waved it vigorously and widely in the direction where the crowd was densest.

"Thank you everyone!" she shouted in standard Chinese that she had practiced countless times, her voice cutting through some of the noise.

"Everyone must pay attention to safety, don't crowd, be careful! Thank you for your support!"

(End of this chapter)