What else could it be Yan Cheng? Zhong Jiuyin raised his phone and signaled it.
"Yan Cheng called you? Did you answer another drama?"
"You're thinking too beautifully."
She rolled her eyes and answered the phone and said "Hi".
There was no new drama, and seeing her being serious about calling an ordinary friend, Qian Yu's curious heart dropped by half. He drove there seriously, and only held up one ear to listen.
Then I heard Zhong Jiuyin say, "I'm looking for an excuse for something, just say I'm just going to come over. I just came out of the company and you'll come to my house half an hour later."
Qian Yu's feet shook, and the tire "chi" scratched a black thread on the ground.
Zhong Jiuyin ran forward due to inertia and looked up at him. Qian Yu was trying hard to turn the steering wheel to save him.
Then the car was quickly parked on the side, and he turned his head and quickly threw his head out: "Go to your house?! What are you two doing?!"
Yan Cheng on the other side of the phone remained silent. Zhong Jiuyin thought about his question and answered seriously: "Go to my house... eat cake."
"Guess or not? Do you mean that your tone is like having an appointment for a cake? It's flirting!"
"Okay, he actually wants to kiss."
Yan Cheng on the other side of the phone: "..."
Qian Yu pulled out the sound effect of the broken bellows in one breath.
Second couple: "...Brother Qian, do you need quick-acting heart-saving pills? There is a pharmacy next to me that I can buy for you."
"What I need is explanation!"
Qian Yu stared at Zhong Jiuyin and wanted to interrogate her 180 words immediately, but seeing that she was still holding her phone and not hanging up, she swallowed her violent tone and said calmly: "You hang up the phone first."
.”
Zhong Jiuyin said to Yan Cheng: "That's how it is. You have heard it. I need to communicate with Brother Qian for a few minutes. But without delay, you can hurry up and come over."
Qian Yu:...Shameless! He has been caught and has not forgotten to urge him to enter the wolf's den!
Yan Cheng was also speechless: "Are you sure you want me to come over? It sounds like your agent is ready to interrogate you, and it may not be convenient to meet you."
Why did she hear it so anxiously that she urged him to come over? Zhong Jiuyin said: "Didn't you tell me if you say something? You took the initiative to think about coming over and I can still refuse? I usually don't want to reject good-looking people."
Yan Cheng: "I can tell you on the phone."
Zhong Jiuyin: "That won't work."
Yan Cheng: "...You obviously refused very decisively."
She really can't believe a word, as fake as the cake she drew.
Zhong Jiuyin was not embarrassed at all. Isn’t want to have a conflict with rejection? There is no such thing as at all.
Don’t any rule be determined by the situation and cannot be flexibly applied?
She glanced at Qian Yu's eyes that were about to take off her sockets, and simply asked Yan Cheng: "You just say you're here or not?"
Yan Cheng paused and said, "Access in an hour."
His tone was a little annoyed that he was forced to become a prostitute.
Every time he speaks, Zhong Jiuyin either knows nothing like a wood or is too straightforward, and insists on forcing him to give a positive answer, turning the tacit ambiguous atmosphere into "just do it one word
”The wine table culture.
He was so angry that he didn't want to say anything else, and waited for her to hang up the phone.
Zhong Jiuyin got the answer, hung up very quickly, and threw away her phone.
Qian Yu stared at him and asked quickly: "What did he say? Really make an appointment?"
"Ah, he said he was coming quickly."
Qian Yu: "…I don't want to believe it."
How could Yan Cheng be the one who said, "I'm coming quickly"? Shouldn't his personality and appearance be the type of hooking his fingers and letting others take the bait quickly?
No, what was he doing in a hurry to disillusion? His first priority now is to interrogate Zhong Jiuyin and Yan Cheng.
"Say, when did you two get into it? I said two days ago that he seemed to be interested in you. Just a few days later? Have you turned interesting into an affair?!"
Zhong Jiuyin really began to recall: "Yesterday...it was the day before yesterday."
"You moved yesterday, at night...you told me that you were eating cake..."
Qian Yu gradually solidified: "It's not your cake, right?"
When talking about this, Zhong Jiuyin finally felt a little embarrassed.
"It's what you think."
"I thought it was like?" Qian Yu couldn't believe it, "You just move a house and ask Yan Cheng to bring cake to your room to help you with the greenhouse? Are you taking the opportunity to force him to promise him? What a favor that is your own respect
, I shouldn't have said something he was interested in you two days ago!"
"...Ah yes, that's about that." She understood what he meant smoothly and naturally regarded this idea as the original version.
"After you said he was interested in me, I tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. I took the opportunity to ask him clearly. I didn't expect that he was interested in me and wanted to establish a long-term and stable relationship with me."
"I said too, it's hard for me to refuse the request of a good-looking person, so I agreed to him with tears for the sake of the sweet cake."
Qian Yu was in a messy wind and was shocked by their progress of "not seeing each other for a day is like having three autumns".
Her statement was full of hasty everywhere, and Qian Yu could not believe that Yan Cheng would be the initiative to give his life to thousands of miles away.
"I think you're lying to me," he said in a disarray. "I heard from the tone you just called, you're clearly controlling someone."
He also said, "Just say you're here or not." He only heard a drunkard man say something outside the barbecue stall and his wife was mad.
Zhong Jiuyin opened her eyes wide: "Hey, you can't say that, I was very passive throughout the whole process."
Passively seduced by Yan Cheng and passively agreed to his request, that was so pitiful, probably like being cheated of being cheated on by an unscrupulous website and recharged money again and again.
Qian Yu is still a little unimaginable. The key is, how could Yan Cheng be so interested in her that he wants to date? Logically speaking, Yan Cheng's hobbies should not be so erratic.
Could it be that what is hidden under Yan Cheng’s cold surface is actually a non-mainstream heart?
His expression changed for a long time, and he raised his head from his phone and interrupted, "I asked someone to ask. Yan Cheng's current emotional experience is very clean and he has never made any appointments."
Qian Yu: "…Your circle of friends is better than that of paparazzi."
After being interrupted like this, he calmed down and gave Zhong Jiuyin a thumbs up: "You are awesome."
He just did it, but he really turned his temporary backer into a temporary man.
Zhong Jiuyin waved his hand: "It's just normal."
Qian Yu: "Then I can plan to let you take off. But I want to tell you that if you are in love with him, you will definitely be criticized at this stage. Although your situation is an Angel Bureau, you are him saving your life.
Benefactor, as long as his fans have a little brain, they can't scold you for being too powerful. But—”
"I told you before that the savior becomes a girlfriend, just like the ancient emperor who took people into the harem. When he was there, he would change his taste and his kindness would be wiped out.
You may not get more help from your girlfriend’s identity, but you may not get more from your benefactor’s identity. If he helps you too much, you will be scolded."
"Don't worry, kissing is... no, being together is together, and you must not forget the kindness. I have planned what things to do next to ask him to help."
Qian Yu didn't miss the two words in the middle, looked at her with complicated expressions, and after a long time he persuaded him: "Don't act too impatient."
What is the difference between kissing the Northwest? It’s not like this. What’s the difference between holding the butt and saying that I’m going to fart? It lowers the level of urban civilization.