The screen jumps to Deng Xuan's scarf.

It's just that his scarf is completely different from what He Junxian remembers.

Originally, his scarf often posted some selfies and life insights, much like a literary youth, and his comments and retweets were also very high, but now he is full of various endorsements and advertisements on the scene, and the comments are turned off.

It doesn't look like a singer's scarf, but rather a marketing account's scarf.

He Junxian quickly turned off Deng Xuan's scarf, his face was slightly gloomy, and there was no sympathy in his eyes.

He didn't forget how Deng Xuan treated him at the beginning!

If he hadn't continued to play Liu Xi's legendary male lead, without Nie Yao's help, he might not be as alive as Deng Xuan now.

When he was in a trance, He Junxian received another private message from Deng Xuan.

Deng Xuanv: Junxian, I know you're here, if you don't reply to me, I'll let us go.

He Junxian: ......

How can there be such a brazen person in the world?

He Junxian didn't want to entangle with him, so he only replied lightly, "Who are you, I don't know you." ”

After the scarf private message is seen by the blogger, it will be marked with the word "read".

That's why Deng Xuan found out for the first time that He Junxian had read his private messages.

When he received the reply to the private message, Deng Xuan immediately threw the cigarette butt in his hand into the trash, hurriedly clicked his scarf private message, and after seeing the content of He Junxian's reply, he wanted to smash the phone on the ground angrily.

This stinky boy has stiff wings now, how dare he reply to his private messages?

Deng Xuan clenched his mobile phone, he originally wanted to arouse He Junxian's anger, and then he used his private message to reply to the hype, but he didn't expect He Junxian to be fooled at all!

How could he not know him!

In order to save popularity for He Junxian, the company fried the CP of the two!

Now I want to get rid of him so easily, I want to be beautiful!

Deng Xuan leaned against a stout French plane tree, pinching his mobile phone, his face hideous.

He kept his eyes fixed on the gate of the neighborhood not far ahead.

Although he left Xinghui, He Junxian still lived in the same place, first, he was used to living, and second, he had no extra money to change to a better place to live.

Of course, the security of the community cannot be compared with the high-end community, but because it is a residential area, the population is relatively simple, and he goes out early and returns late, so there has been no accident so far.

And there are not many people who know that he lives here, except for the former agent and assistant, as well as Nie Yao and Xi Tong, there is basically no one else.

He Junxian only came out after dark in the evening, went to the nearby small market to buy some vegetables, meat, melons and fruits, and then returned to his place soon after.

In such a short period of time, as long as you don't come to him on purpose, you will basically not be noticed.

But if you're stared at by someone with a heart, it's different.

Deng Xuan arrived near the community where He Junxian lived a day in advance.

Because he was in a company before, he occasionally heard He Junxian's agent say his address, and Deng Xuan had a good memory and remembered it directly.

It's just that he didn't expect that this address would come in handy now.

When he sent a private message to He Junxian, he had already expected that he would probably not reply, although he was set, He Junxian did not follow the script he expected.

Thinking of the previous announcement arranged by the company for the two, he reluctantly took He Junxian to attend various programs and activities, and he became more and more unwilling.

Now it's time for He Junxian to repay his debts.

Deng Xuan guarded the private room of the teahouse on the second floor opposite for most of the day, and only when the sky was slightly dark did he come down and arrived at the gate of the community where He Junxian lived.

This is an old community, there are more elderly people, and after the rush hour, there are fewer people.

Deng Xuan had been hiding in the shadows, and waited for more than an hour before he saw a tall young man wearing a black deep-brimmed hat walking out of the community.

He recognized it at a glance as He Junxian.

He Junxian was dressed casually, a simple dark blue short-sleeved T-shirt, army green cropped shorts, a pair of sandals with pinched feet, only a mobile phone and keys, and the corners of his mouth were slightly curved, looking relaxed and comfortable.

Deng Xuan, who was hiding in the shadows, saw him like this, and he was even more unwilling and jealous.

Obviously, He Junxian left Xinghui in embarrassment and achieved nothing, but in just half a year, his situation was not as good as his.

He Junxian has become the fragrant dumpling that everyone wants, but he has become a street rat.

Deng Xuan's eyes were red with jealousy.

He stared at He Junxian, and his vicious gaze seemed to destroy He Junxian's whole person.

He Junxian went out and planned to go shopping at a few small shops in the neighborhood as usual, but when he walked out of the gate of the community, he had a cold feeling behind him.

He frowned and looked around, but he didn't find any suspicious people, so he had to forget it.

He walked towards an alleyway in the old street, where there was a roast duck shop he frequented.

This roast duck restaurant tastes authentic, only the old residents living here know that the amount sold every day is not much, and the owner does not go out to set up a stall, prepares the right amount every day, and closes the store when it is sold out, quite self-sufficient.

He Junxian still listened to the uncle who lived upstairs, and he liked it after buying it a few times.

During this time, he frequented the small shop.

Deng Xuan secretly followed behind He Junxian, and there were few people in and out of the community at night, and He Junxian walked towards the alley again, with only three or five pedestrians.

He was worried that he couldn't find a chance to start, and God gave him such a good opportunity.

Deng Xuan quickly used his mobile phone to send a text message to a number, and then put the phone in his pocket and quickly followed.

Zhou Rui drove Nie Yao to He Junxian to discuss cooperation.

At present, He Junxian is still living in the magic capital, Nie Yao and Zhou Rui set off from northern Jin in the afternoon, and it was already dark near the community where He Junxian lived.

Zhou Rui just parked his car in the parking space near the community, lowered the window and glanced out, and was stunned.

Nie Yao, who was sitting in the back seat, saw his expression change suddenly, and asked, "Brother Rui, what's wrong?"

Zhou Rui turned back to Nie Yao and said, "Yaoyao, do you think the man with the camera over there looks like a paparazzi?"

Hearing the word paparazzi, Nie Yao immediately frowned.

She lowered the window lightly and looked in the direction pointed by Zhou Rui.

Few people know that He Junxian lives here, and he usually pays attention to the protection of his private information on the Internet, so it should be unlikely that anyone will find out where he lives.

But the old community where He Junxian lives, it is unlikely that there are other insiders.

"Whether it's or not, let's follow him. ”

Zhou Rui nodded, "Yaoyao, you stay in the car first, I'll go down and follow him, and I'll give you a text message if I have something." ”

Nie Yao didn't stop Zhou Rui, nodded, and asked him to be careful.

Nie Yao thought about it, took a short black wig and put it on her head, and if Zhou Rui gave her news, she would rush out immediately.

It was dark, the street lamps on both sides of the road shone a faint yellow light, and there were few pedestrians in the alleys, except for the occasional elderly walking on crutches and middle-aged men and women going to the end of the alley to buy groceries.

He Junxian was walking along the side of the road, and suddenly someone tapped him on the shoulder.