The topics that marketing accounts are popular, and the titles are not normal.
We had dinner together and we also added a "single" specifically, as if there was a special relationship between the two of them.
Yan Cheng looked at the comments under the topic, his expression was faint, like watching ordinary advertisements, but his fingertips kept sliding on the screen, and he read many pieces in succession.
[Her fans are so interesting. I clicked in and saw that this star is quite beautiful and very fans]
【Made was in love just after he got on the fan???】
[Fortunately, she was not wearing a skirt today, and she had a straight temper. A female star was photographed under the skirt before, and the photos were sold online. It would be terrible to think about it]
[Read three hot searches in a day. I said that some celebrities should not be too outrageous in order to hype themselves. Each itinerary was carefully designed, right? The arrangements are quite full, and I can't even see the comments]
[Early morning: Yinzi, you are my silly family! In the morning: Yinzi, you are so just now! Now: Yinzi, don’t be too impressed. How can you talk to others with Yan Cheng Zhuyu in front?!
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[I didn't talk, I watched the video and said that my friend met and had a meal together]
[I also think, after all, whoever is in love will bring a bag of meat after dinner? I feel embarrassed to do this with someone who has a little bit of a crush]
Yan Cheng looked at the rough stickman in the painting, but he remembered the accident that had happened on the cruise ship in his mind.
There were not many people who could make videos for him. He stopped in front of the window and stood there. He would just pull the curtains completely before walking over slowly.
He paused and slowly pulled out the paper.
"Brother Qian is dealing with it. He doesn't let me post on Weibo by myself." She replied a little out of shape.
What is buzzing is the phone ringing.
"Me? What am I?" She was still staring at the screen, feeling something was wrong, so she raised her hand to rub her nose.
Zhong Jiuyin's face was a little far away from the screen, and she could see her dress and her long hair.
"You don't know what it said online?"
"..." Yan Cheng put down the towel, turned sideways and turned on the bedside lamp, and sat down and asked patiently, "What's the matter that makes it so difficult for you to turn on...you..."
It's dark.
Yan Cheng came out of the bathroom and his hair was still moist. When he wiped, the water dripped on the ends of his hair fell on his skin, bringing a slight coolness.
"Ha? Nose bleeding?"
It was indeed Zhong Jiuyin.
She originally planned to make a decision that would go against her ancestors tonight. Who knew that opening the screen would be a handsome man with a bathrobe with a slit open. Her perfect opening remark was useless, and her nosebleed was flowing smoothly.
Zhong Jiuyin: "It's something."
"What kind of love?" Zhong Jiuyin finally realized, "You and I?"
I saw two bloody paths suddenly appear under the bridge of the person's nose on the screen, and the nosebleeds rushed out of her face and dripped onto her clothes.
Yan Cheng asked on his phone: "What's wrong with you? The sequelae of the car accident has not recovered yet?"
After the lips were pressed against her, her first reaction was to lick the corners of her lips...
Zhong Jiuyin's eyes stared at the middle of the screen, and she didn't turn around. She was obviously looking at something, and half of what she said were repetitions of useless words.
…
He stood in front of the window and looked at it. It was not raining yet, but he could imagine how urgent the rain would be in the next second.
However, he did not read the script as planned. After putting the bookmark, he put it there without caring about it. He took his cell phone and got up and walked out of the study.
Yan Cheng pursed his lips: "Why? It is best to come forward if you admit or deny your relationship."
When he came back last night, he pressed it under the book as he passed by the study.
The corners of his lips, which were pursed in a straight line, relaxed a little, and he continued to wipe his hair, skipped the question, and asked again: "It's not because of this, why did he look for me?"
Yan Cheng picked up his cell phone and sat on the bed, rubbing his hair casually and asked, "Is there anything wrong?"
And it's a video call.
The two people who were having a meal had not responded yet.
It is "The Murder Scene of the Cruise Dance Hall" painted by Zhong Jiuyin. The painting style is messy and the content makes the ignorant of the mind.
She asked, "What did you say?"
I completely forgot that I was deliberately placed in that way.
"There is something that is mainly... it's true."
The ringtone that kept repeating a melody seemed to suddenly have a difference between climax and ending, and as he walked by, the ringtone seemed to be about to break.
【Talk, I can eat it anyway, Marriage CP is quite nice】
The curtains were closed with a "swish" and the sound of the metal rubbing quickly obscured the other movements. He pulled them halfway and stopped and listened.
"...You have a nosebleed, look for papers." Yan Cheng stood up, his face closer to the camera, and said with a frown.
Compared with the tone of the question, the difference between the fields in spring and the ice in winter, although neither the speaker nor the absent-minded and obedient person noticed it.
She blocked her nose with paper and returned to her phone, her eyes hushed and her voice buzzed.
Yan Cheng rarely showed a speechless expression to her nonsense, and his eyelashes trembled slightly.
A day passed, the paper was barely flattened, leaving only a little wrinkle.
He looked at it calmly, folded the painting and clamped it into the script as a bookmark.
"Hey, I saw you." Zhong Jiuyin's voice echoed in his room, and her enlarged face was on the screen.
Memories are only ending here, and it is better not to recall the subsequent conversations.
She stuffed the painting casually to him, and the paper was kneaded out of folds, looking like wrinkled draft paper.
Zhong Jiuyin woke up from a dream. She raised her hand and looked at it. Her fingertips were bleeding. She quickly slipped out of the bed and found paper to block her nose.
Yan Cheng sat there and watched until the light became dimmed and his eyes were a little dry, so he closed his eyes and put down his phone.
When the sky was completely dark, thunder suddenly rolled in the sky, and a rumbling sounded, and the precursor signal of heavy rain sounded.
He got up and turned on the lights, and then continued to sit down. This time he was not looking at his phone, but finally planning to read the script.
"What's the matter? Someone on the Internet scolded you under the name of my fans. I asked Sister Xu to contact your agent to clarify and see when your agent will choose to respond."
"…Go and see it yourself." He had already obtained the information he wanted and did not want to mention others more.
There are too many people participating in the discussion, and then quit and then go in, and there are another bunch of new comments.
[Is it because I made some money and invested all the money to promote it? Her name comes in three trips a day]
[I don't believe it, I don't believe it! My loyal CP is obviously more good-looking, but it's all about dreaming. Isn't it okay to dream of a more difficult CP?]
The afternoon arrangement was originally to read the script and write short essays on the role, but he just wasted his time in the complicated online news, so he should calm down and do the important things.
His words came to an abrupt end, replaced by a surprised expression.
So before his brain could give the instructions, he clicked on the fingertips in time.
After saying that, he said casually: "But I think you need to clarify more than one thing. Today's matter is a lot of discussion online. If you don't explain it clearly, you will be pulled out and stepped on every time you go on a hot search in the future."
The books placed on the table were not neatly placed on a line, which was too hindering the viewing. Yan Cheng picked up the script and put it down, sorting it out without any expression.
"It shouldn't be."
After sorting out, a little white paper edge appeared under a book.
"What's that opportunity to make you have a nosebleed now?"
"Maybe it was you?" Her eyes were very penetrating and she crawled into the gap that was loosely exposed by his bathrobe.
Yan Cheng: "..."
I have the illusion of being offended by electric current.
The surrounding area is coming out. Do you think about which day to start the event?