The boredom that just now was pressed into the corner, and the handsome man who spoke in disbelief was magnified into the center of his brain.
This clarification is a bit weird and cannot be described, but it reminds her of a few small details she noticed before.
Yan Cheng's slightly cool fingertips that passed through her palm, the breathing of talking behind her ears, suddenly grabbed the hand of her wrist, and the eyelashes that trembled slightly during kissing...
Every time I felt something, I looked up and saw only his calm expression, as if he was just accidentally, because she was too suspicious.
Zhong Jiuyin closed the diary and placed it aside, leaned on the table with his arm in half, and could only see Yan Cheng's Weibo post.
The diary that makes people feel uncomfortable in Yu Guangli's eyes is only a black leather cover, which is no different from an ordinary notebook.
After thinking about it for a long time, she sent Yan Cheng a letter of thanks.
【Thank you for your help.】
Yan Cheng replied quickly: [No thanks. Is it okay?]
Zhong Jiuyin showed a subtle expression.
Although it is just three simple words, it is certain that he must be holding his cell phone gently and worriedly waiting for her answer with all his "inadvertent" words and deeds.
My colleagues once said that there are always traces of the intrigue of aristocratic ladies. Don’t dare not think about anything, and think that one is impossible is the greatest possibility.
So Yan Cheng was fishing for her!
So what he said, "Don't make an appointment after the number of times he used" was just a stubborn and angry word, and he must be waiting for her appointment.
Unexpectedly, Yan Cheng was such a person. Zhong Jiuyin looked at the three words "How are you okay?" as if she was reading an 800-word letter of confession.
She replied solemnly in writing: [There are too many impossible between us, are you really sure?]
Yan Cheng:【???】
Yan Cheng: [What new bedside readings have you read? I am not a copy of beautiful words and sentences here.]
Zhong Jiuyin: [I understand.]
Yan Cheng: [It's obvious that you don't understand, but it seems you're okay. Then you can do it first.]
Zhong Jiuyin: [Busy is anesthetic, a protective color. I know you don’t want me to discover too much, but blindly escaping is not a solution.]
Yan Cheng: […I can contact your agent if the account is stolen.]
Yan Cheng: [Copy and paste everything and send it over, it will only harm you]
I refused to pay attention to her later.
Zhong Jiuyin let out a "tsk" and dialed over the video.
It took a while before Yan Cheng answered, and the familiar bed, the lamp, and the bathrobe that was pulled tightly.
This time I refused to even reveal my clavicle.
"What? I thought you were busy with hot searches." He asked in a low voice.
Zhong Jiuyin's eyes floated towards him and said, "Brother Qian said that I can just participate in a few sentences, and then do something else to relax."
Yan Cheng thought of the experience she had posted on Weibo in the past two years and said softly: "Then what do you want to relax? Have a chat?"
"Didn't you call you if you have any needs?" she asked with her head tilted.
Yan Cheng: "Well. So what help do you need?"
"I need a kiss."
Yan Cheng's expression cracked and turned into a expressionless face, and he was gritting his teeth when he spoke.
"I mean serious needs, not sexual needs. I am not a physical needs service station."
What do you think of him? You can make an appointment with a duck just by calling?
Zhong Jiuyin opened her eyes wide and denied: "Why do you think so dirty? I just want to kiss you, but I didn't want to do anything else!"
"..." It was his fault. Yan Cheng really wanted to hang up the video and go to bed, so he was too lazy to pay attention to her.
But he still thought that she was feeling pretty good on the surface now, and she probably felt very uncomfortable in her heart.
After all, no one who encounters those things and has been through two years in a difficult situation will really develop this kind of laughter and hilarious personality.
So he took a deep breath and barely suppressed his speechlessness. After a moment of silence, he looked straight at the screen and said, "It's midnight now."
Zhong Jiuyin understands it.
It's too dark for him to come.
"Yes, then tomorrow."
He didn't nod, but he didn't refuse. His eyebrows and eyes drooped outside the screen and asked her: "Don't you be busy with Guo Mingli's business tomorrow? He hasn't responded yet. There is still something to do tomorrow."
She held her chin, scratched her face with her fingers, and slowly exhaled: "His existence can't always hinder my normal life."
The original owner was too negatively affected by Guo Mingli and had a bad mental state, but she was different. Even if she had a slight resonance, it only annoyed her for half an hour.
But Yan Cheng misunderstood the meaning, and asked Leng Bangbang: "Your normal life is to make an appointment with me to have a kiss? Do you enjoy it whenever you want?"
Zhong Jiuyin sat upright with a "ah" and said, "I only admit the second half. Of course, you are not the only one in my life."
"..." Yan Cheng felt ache in his chest, and then his brain was hot and blurted out, "Who else?"
After saying that, he pursed his lips tightly, and his urge to hang up the phone increased by 200%.
Zhong Jiuyin couldn't notice the turbulent waves in his heart and answered sincerely: "There is still money."
Yan Cheng didn't know whether he should be happy or speechless, he exhaled, feeling that he could no longer talk about these dangerous topics.
Rumors about the two of them suspected of falling in love are flying all over the sky. For the parties involved who have no such meaning, it is not wonderful to touch this problem through the screen.
So after he was silent, he asked rudely and rudely: "I think you have a big problem. Is the car accident really not serious?"
“I always say it’s serious.”
Zhong Jiuyin touched the screen, and then yelled twice, approached the camera, and wanted to whisper.
Yan Cheng thought she wanted to tell the truth about the car accident, so he subconsciously approached his phone.
Then she heard her whisper: "I can't come here in the middle of the night, so can I pull off some clothes? Is it necessary for us to cover up so tightly?"
"..." What is their relationship?
Yan Cheng stared at her coldly, trying to say this sentence, but swallowed it back when he was on his lips.
Forget it, what's the point of arguing with her, a prehistoric human being.
"Our relationship must be so tight." He even pressed the collar of the bathrobe a little to ensure that there was no gap for her to see.
Zhong Jiuyin stepped back a little disappointed and muttered stingy.
She became more honest, and Yan Cheng seemed to have found the initiative in the conversation. Putting aside this ambiguous mixed with the impulse of rolling his eyes, he asked smoothly along the words just now:
"The car accident is so serious. Have you gone for a review? Let me say sorry, the sequelae of your car accident is a bit serious and you can't recognize the letters. It's very necessary to go for a review."
Speaking of letters, he remembered the meaning of doi explained to her at her house that day. Sometimes Yan Cheng couldn't tell whether she was pretending to be crazy or something was wrong with her mind.
Zhong Jiuyin has always been ambiguous in this regard, waved her hand and said, "If you have the chance, you will definitely go. People will always forget some memories that are destined to be non-own, which is normal."
"Don't speak so beautifully if you don't want to learn English."
His phone rang out a message prompt. Yan Cheng glanced at him and said, "Lu Yishan responded first. Your agent should come to you. Hang up the phone."
"Oh." She stood still.
Yan Cheng almost forgot that she pretended to be addicted to prehistoric humans and could not hang up the phone, so she prepared to hang up by herself.
His hands were almost pressed on the screen, and Zhong Jiuyin suddenly approached, making his fingers seem to be about to touch the tip of her nose, and subconsciously curled back.
"So can I kiss tomorrow?" she asked.
"..." She seemed to really want to kiss. Yan Cheng closed his eyes and threw a sentence like he gave in, "Wait."