Chris Hughes and JoJo Siwa cosy up for new snap during night out with pals
CHRIS Hughes and JoJo Siwa have cosied up for a new snap during a night out with their family and friends.
The pop star, 22, who recently performed two shows in London, beamed with happiness as Chris, 32, wrapped his arm around her.
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The happy couple were enjoying a meal with their family and friends and posed for a photo which showed them cosying up together.
The lovely snap comes after the pair drove fans wild with an intimate backstage moment in a post to TikTok.
JoJo gave fans an inside look into her pre-show routine and was seen in the video warming up and spending time with her dancers.
Later, the pair were hugging each other, holding hands and putting bracelets on each other.
Former Love Islander Chris also learnt her hit song Karma and is videoed singing the lyrics alongside her.
JoJo also sent fans wild at her recent London gigs this week after she told them onstage she had 'never felt so special and so loved'.
She also went on to change the lyrics of Bette Davis Eyes to ' Chris Hughes' eyes' as he looked on, giddy and red-faced at a music venue in Shoreditch.
Chris could not attend the second of her two-night run there — but JoJo didn't miss her moment to shout out to him, singing to his orange beanie which she had placed in the crowd.
It comes after Chris made the 12-hour flight from the UK to Mexico to support JoJo as she performed to fans in Mexico City.
He later posted cosy snaps of them together online.
JoJo Siwa and Chris Hughes drive fans wild with intimate backstage video
The two were then spotted kissing while straddling a lilo at an adults-only hotel during a loved-up getaway there.
When JoJo later returned to London the pair had a emotional reunion at Heathrow airport as JoJo flew in from Los Angeles — Chris greeting her with a large bouquet of red roses.
The two have set tongues wagging ever since getting close while competing on this year's series of Celebrity Big Brother and have been crossing oceans to spend time together since the show ended.
However, earlier this week, Chris gushed about his "favourite person," JoJo as they enjoyed a cozy home dinner that he cooked for her.
Chris opened up about his relationship with the US pop star, as they appeared to confirm their loved-up status.
After doing two gigs in London, JoJo headed to Chris' property in Surrey where he whipped her up a scrumptious dinner.
"Back cooking," Chris wrote on his Instagram stories over a photo of ingredients including flour, chicken stock and parmigiana cheese.
He cooked a creamy chicken dish and his next slide showed the "empty plates" of the satisfied JoJo who'd consumed his meal.
Before their cozy dinner together, Chris gave plenty of details about his relationship with JoJo, including how he had "stomach rumbles" due to his "separation anxiety" from being away from the singer.
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