Under the gaze of Cao Zhengyu's unclear truth, Chen Mo "slipped back" to the room.

"Bang"

The door was closed by Chen Mo casually with his feet, he lowered his head, held the mobile phone in both hands, walked to the side of the bed step by step, kicked his legs, and his one-meter-eight body fell straight on the soft bed, and his eyes never left the mobile phone screen.

【Back to the hotel?】

"Didi"

Tiffany, who was removing her makeup, heard the message reminder from her phone, washed the foam off her hand, picked up the phone that was put aside, held it up in front of her eyes, glanced at it, and then lathered at her face with one hand, and began to reply to the message with the other.

【Yes / Smiley】

Chen Mo flipped out the photo Tiffany had just sent again, looked at it repeatedly, and his thick eyebrows gradually wrinkled.

[You're dressed like this for a dinner······? 】

？？？？？

Tiffany was a little confused at first, then looked at her clothes in the mirror, and it seemed that there was nothing wrong with it, so I really wanted to talk about it······ Poof, this guy can't be jealous, right???

Hahaha, obviously jealous, and pretending to be worried about them being recognized.

[Ani, I have a coat outside.] 】

Then, she rolled her eyes, bit her lip and smiled mischievously:

【kkkkk。 You're not jealous, are you?

Chen Mo's face turned red, and he said stiffly:

【Just So So / Disdain】

After removing her makeup, Tiffany began to apply facial cleanser again, too busy to reply to his message immediately, but Chen Mo on the other side of the phone was a little entangled.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes······

Chen Mo kept holding the mobile phone, his body became a little stiff, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became stiff:

Uh, why hasn't there been a reply yet?

Let's have something······

emmmm

You can't be angry, right······

Hiss······

Not only do women like to think blindly, but men who chat with each other inexplicably and silently because of one of their jokes will also think blindly, perhaps, more anxious than women?

Anyway, Chen Mo was a little anxious at this time.

He rolled over in irritation and lay down on the bed, his hands propped on, and began to find words

[??? angry?]

······

No reply.

relapse

[Uh, actually, the photo just now is very good-looking/left glance]

Just when Chen Mo wanted to make up for it, the phone vibrate.

【kkkkkkkkk······ There is no anger. /Laughter/Laughter】

[I just went to put on a mask~]

Tiffany, wearing a face mask, leaned comfortably on the sofa in her room, and a smile came out of the corner of her eyes.

Hahahahaha, it's so cute.

"Click. ”

As if to prove that she really put on a mask, Tiffany raised her phone, tilted down 45 degrees, took a selfie, and sent it directly to Chen Mo.

Chen Mo, who was looking at the screen in a daze, didn't expect her to send a picture over, so he clicked on it.

In the photo, Tiffany has already tied her hair up with a headband and a mask on her face, which is not the point, the point is that she has changed into a black camisole and the bra's shoulder straps are naturally exposed, well, purple ······

Chen Mo looked at Tiffany's unintentional or unintentional benefits, and his Adam's apple couldn't help but tremble, feeling a little dry.

[You'd better rest early.] 】

Tiffany didn't doubt him, and replied with the corners of her mouth curled:

[Well, I'll rest after a while.] Good Night~/Flying Kiss/Flying Kiss】

Chen Mo stretched out his tongue and licked his somewhat dry lips, closed the screen of his mobile phone, looked at himself reflected in the mirror, and involuntarily recalled the "accident" that happened that night。。。。。。

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And the other people who returned to the room at this time, such as one of the people in the spotlight tonight, Kim Tae-yeon Nim.

The structure of her room is the same as Tiffany's, but the mood is very different.

Dragging heavy steps to sit in front of the sofa, Kim Taeyeon sighed a little gloomy, and her cute childlike little face revealed deep exhaustion, not physical weakness, but mental fatigue.

I left my phone aside and didn't want to take care of it.

In the past few days, there have been constant phone calls and messages, and all kinds of familiar and unfamiliar are either straightforward, or asking about something, and comforting themselves by the way.

So Kim Taeyeon simply turned on the mute, anyway, if there is something to do, the agent Oba will come to inform him, as long as he reports his safety to the family regularly.

Thinking of reporting peace, heh, peace has become less easy to report······

That's it, it's not early, wash and sleep, time will dilute everything, and the entertainment industry in country H, the most worthless and valuable thing is time.

"Smack"

The lights went out in one room.

Then, one after another, the lights went out in many more rooms.

Only, there is only one room, like a firefly in the night, tenaciously lit, reflecting the bright moon.

Jessica, our President Zheng, the princess of the iceberg, has insomnia······