Meet the idol.

Had a meal with my idol.

Talk to your idol.

Go home with my idol...(?).

...

But one of them is unimaginable enough, but these four things happened together.

Just today.

After getting in the car, the front driver asked twice where he went. Yan Ge realized and replied: "New Century International School, thank you."

New Century International School is a private school, right next to the south gate entrance of Qingyi Garden villa area.

Qingyi Park is strictly managed, and all vehicles in the household owner are registered. If they are not registered, the household owner needs to say hello in person before they can let strange vehicles in.

Even in Beijing, the strict and safe property in Qingyi Park is famous for its number one.

Therefore, Yan Ge did not mention Qingyi Garden, but New Century School.

Upon hearing this, the driver responded cheerfully: "You're welcome."

He was surprised and the driver couldn't help but glance at the front-view mirror a few more times.

He has been driving for Mr. Rong for five years. Of course, he knows what this man has temper and character. As for carrying people in the car, it is even more exciting to make a fortune, which is comparable to the blooming of an iron tree.

He bypassed the congested section and rushed all the way. Until he was sent to the gate of New Century International School by the Cayenne, and then he used a very bright mobile phone flashlight to illuminate the road and walk home. Yan Ge felt that this day was a bit too much and incredible.

Like in a dream.

Too much untrue.

After changing shoes in the entrance hall, I climbed up the stairs downstairs, and the sensing lights lit up all the way until Yan Ge did not react until the bedroom.

She hasn't thanked him yet.

She should have said thank you when she was sent home by him.

If you are helped, you will not thank you. It is not the character of a lady.

Yan Ge couldn't help but feel a little upset.

But soon, she remembered something.

She joined the WeChat work group of "Live Broadcasting Guide for Entertainment Circle".

Then he was in the group too.

Yan Ge: "..."

She had a bold idea.

He did what he said, Yan Ge clicked on the work group and found WeChat successfully.

The avatar is blank and the nickname is simple, R.

It is the first letter of the last name.

I just looked at the avatar, but it seemed that I had committed some serious thought crime. My heart accelerated. I was so ping-pong balls that I was caught on the ping-pong racket at the beginning, and then I was about to be shot out.

Beat, beat.

The voice and emotions approached their throats.

Looking at the portrait, Yan Ge took a deep breath, inhaling the air, as if he had inhaled courage.

She just wanted to say thank you.

It doesn't matter...it should.

After taking a deep breath, finally, he accumulated enough courage. Yan Ge's fingertips fell and clicked to add a friend.

Tip: [Due to the other party’s privacy settings, you cannot add it to your address book through group chat]

Yan Ge: "..."

She felt a frustrated after failing to put her thoughts into practice.

However, the screen suddenly lights up and a verification message banner pops up.

New friend:R

No verification message.

But, look at the nickname, avatar, and account-

It's her idol.

After going back and forth, she checked it several times, and it was correct.

Her idol has added her friend.

Yan Ge: "..."

For her, this is the first time she has been added to her friend by her idol.

This is the first time, so it is inevitable to be nervous.

As well as the heartbeat, it was originally a pounding, but now it has become a tremor, from pounding, pounding, to pounding, to dongdong, dongdongdongdong.

Then dong dong dong dong dong dong.

Yan Ge spread his hands and pressed his left atrium, trying to calm it down.

Calm, Yan Ge.

Yan Ge, calm down.

Restrained his emotions and reacted, Yan Ge passed the verification of his friends.

【You have added R and now you can start chatting.】

In the twenty-four grid input method, Yan Ge moved his fingertips slightly.

"I"

Delete.

"you"

Delete.

"Thanks"

Delete.

Yan Ge: "..."

His verification news came suddenly, and she lost her language organization skills for a while.

She pursed the corners of her lips slightly.

Turning back from Qingyi Garden, the capital was immersed in red lights and green wine at night. Perhaps because of the new rain, the urban evening lights were filtered out with 30% luster and were filled with no reason.

Within the Cayenne, the lower jaw is placed on the tip collar of the top, and the light is extremely dark and dark, and it can only be illuminated when crossing the street lights.

After getting the light, the metal buttons on the collar have been folded for a round of light.

At this moment, he lowered his eyes and landed on the screen of the only light source in the car, his eyebrows and eyes were scattered.

The other party is entering...

The other party is entering...

The other party is entering...

Seeing that I had entered it for five minutes, I didn't even enter a word.

Rong Chuo raised his eyebrows.

She is entering the four masterpieces?

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R:【Home】

There are only three simple words, not even a question mark.

The tone of straightforward narration was very similar to his tone.

After a moment of silence, Yan Ge replied to him as he said.

【I'm home now.】

[Thank you, Mr. Rong Chuo.]
To be continued...