His thin lips were pursed, and his eyebrows were deeper under the light above his head. His frowning eyebrows could not tell whether they were unbearable or sympathy or something else.
Zhong Jiuyin tells it in a normal way: "As far as I know, Guo Mingli often says that I am unlucky, nothing else, but unlucky. If I hear too much, I will definitely be affected. Moreover, Feng Qing and I debuted at the same time, and they are better than me.
OK, I will definitely mention it during the conversation, and it will be used to compare it with me. There is another point-"
The following words were real and heard from Guo Mingli. Some things were said too much, and Guo Mingli himself probably didn't realize how obvious it was.
"He said at the time, I am beautiful and have a good figure, and I am willing to work hard. It's no problem to win you. If someone else's luck is definitely better than Feng Qinghuo. After that, let's compare and say those who are not as good as me, now
It has developed so much, it’s just me, the pearl of dust, which is a pity. Wow, I’ll probably hide and cry for the whole night as soon as these words are spoken."
Over time, I will be brainwashed? Isn’t my emotions getting lower and lower? I will feel unwilling and resentment, and there will be no trace over time, leaving only confusion and despair that cannot be seen.
Yan Cheng opened his mouth, and the first sentence he asked was a little strange: "That's what he told you?"
Zhong Jiuyin: "What are you saying? The pearl is covered with dust? Yes, that's it."
But Yan Cheng's lips were pursed deeper.
"It seems like I have discovered your secret."
He was a little worried, so after a few seconds when he seemed to have nothing to say, he took the initiative to raise the topic.
Zhong Jiuyin only heard a cough. When he saw Yan Cheng's face from the screen, he hurriedly asked, "What's wrong with you?"
Yan Cheng's tone was plain: "With your like this, you shouldn't be able to discover my secret."
Yan Cheng: "I don't have this requirement, so can you die?"
After asking, he looked at him close, blinked and said with appreciation: "I blushed my face so much that I coughed, my eyelashes still had tears, just like Liang Zhi."
Only then did Yan Cheng remember that he hadn't even asked the reason why Guo Mingli and Feng Qing cooperated.
"Guo Mingli and Feng Qing must have contacted me after I changed agents. After the dog bites the dog, Guo Mingli must have to hold on to Feng Qing more closely. What good things do I want to get rid of him depends on Feng Qing's meeting.
What good thing to give him."
"So Feng Qing may have instructed Guo Mingli to injure you mentally. Even if you do not constitute illegal behavior, the results are very bad. If you collect evidence, you can take them to court."
He didn't say anything, and to express his concern, Zhong Jiuyin asked again: "So what's wrong with you? I just told you to show me something..."
What and what.
She also tried to prove herself: "I analyzed so much, and you nodded in agreement every time. You expressed your affirmation of my plan. Now you insulted me stupidly?!"
He also asked lightly: "Is that so? What's strange?"
"Where is your face?!"
"..." Yan Cheng took a breath.
It's all a bit itchy.
Yan Cheng: "I mean it's 11:30 in the evening, and humans are at dormant."
Zhong Jiuyin understood this sentence: "You want to sleep, just say it straight, and you don't feel tired after talking about complicated language. If you communicate with someone like you, the cost of sending a letter from Fei Ge is half the cost.
”
Yan Cheng shut up and said nothing, as if he hadn't recovered yet, but he did not distance the camera from him.
"What?" she asked.
Yan Cheng: "...Didn't you take an advertisement? Make money and buy some good things."
...It's between his legs.
Yan Cheng: "You want to watch me sleep?"
Zhong Jiuyin: "Don't you know how to hang up?"
Zhong Jiuyin stared at him, feeling disbelief, raised the volume and asked word by word: "You said I'm stupid?"
Yan Cheng didn't stop hanging up, and learned from her last video as she wanted.
This can only prove that his attention was taken away by something else.
"Okay, I want to sleep." It means that the expression is not rich at all, and the tone is like picking a few words from a newspaper and pronounced it without any emotional color.
"Cough cough cough cough cough!" He coughed suddenly, the water in the water cup was swaying and sprinkled on the edge of the bed, and the quilt became a little wet.
Yan Cheng was silent for no reason and then said, "It's not something that I did secretly. I know it's strange? OK, is there anything else to say?"
Yan Cheng closed his eyes, then swallowed his throat, leaned over to hold the water cup on the bedside table.
She said it with confidence, but Yan Cheng felt that she didn't look like a person with a delicate and deep mind. Tolerance and verification were not her way. She only took the machine gun and fired at Feng Qing and Guo Mingli, which seemed to be what she could do.
thing.
At this time, the video is like a story that is broken in the most quarrel between the male and female protagonists, making people feel uncomfortable.
It turns out to be a fan problem?
Zhong Jiuyin didn't mean to hide it from him, and simply said: "Do you get rid of Guo Mingli's good things first."
It seemed to have misunderstood his thoughts.
Zhong Jiuyin: "Then you go to sleep."
Yan Cheng: "Presentment to ladies is a kind of demeanor."
But before Zhong Jiuyin asked again, he quickly loosened his tight pursed lips and said lightly:
Zhong Jiuyin: "How do you know I took the advertisement?"
Zhong Jiuyin raised the goose feather fan in his hand and turned it around, feeling quite proud: "Don't you think this is like a literati and elegant guest? It's very cultural and mysterious."
"What are you going to do next?"
But he took a slight breath and calmed down again.
It was similar to what Sister Xu said that day, and Yan Cheng's scalp seemed to be tight for a moment.
She turned her eyes and said, "Sure."
Zhong Jiuyin suddenly couldn't see that face, and there were a stack of "Hey Hey Hey" sounds.
"Do you don't have air conditioning at home?" Yan Cheng interrupted her question and suddenly turned to a topic that had nothing to do with the previous article.
Although I think about it, I know it almost, but I don’t think about it and not asking about it are different.
“…It’s true that there is. Why do you still use that fan?”
After so long, the water in the water cup has not left much temperature.
Before drinking water, he held his cell phone down on the quilt.
"Ah, maybe there is a little more." She poked her chin with the pointed feather of the goose feather fan.
No one criticized him speechlessly in the video, and the meaning of disgust was clear at a glance.
Zhong Jiuyin nodded slowly and thought, then said cheerfully: "Okay, I'll look for evidence."
Then he suddenly approached the screen and said, "You are a little strange."
He didn't know what to take.
"I don't," Yan Cheng said with no expression. "It's just that in the history of human evolution, the level of brain power is like the world's topographic map. There are peaks and plains, and there are depressions."
Yan Cheng drank water one sip after another, unable to stand her howling, so he picked up the phone with his left hand. When he took it, he didn't know if it was affected by her strange words, but he really looked at the position where the phone was locked.
Zhong Jiuyin didn't look at his expression or eyes, but just poked his chin and thought about it.
"What is this? It's black and moved! What are you secretly showing me?"
"What's a good thing?"
Zhong Jiuyin: "You can have this need."
Yan Cheng: "..."
Zhong Jiuyin: "Who has a stroke?"
Yan Cheng was completely suffocated.
That car accident must have affected her auditory central system, it must have been.
The update for tomorrow (2.12) will be held in the evening. There will be a small push, and then a little update will be added~.