Li Zhijun, who returned home, was no longer in the mood to continue to organize things. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info he turned on the computer and carefully browsed the major news pages, and Han Zhun really didn't have any clarification. Qu Rou is good, although she quit the dance troupe, she also indicated that she will not have any entanglement in this matter, but she is clearly under the banner of "Han Zhun's ex-girlfriend" and is active on major live broadcast platforms.

"Damn!" Li Zhijun couldn't help but be angry.

He couldn't understand, why did Han Zhun be so cowardly? Could it be because he has some handle in Qu Rou's hands? But it's also unlikely, Qu Rou is not just targeting Han Zhun alone, she won't be able to master all the handles of these people in the dance troupe, right?

Don't......?

A thought slowly surged from the bottom of Li Zhijun's heart. That is:

Qu Rou said these things are true!

Li Zhijun forced himself to calm down, clicked on Qu Rou's long Weibo again, and looked at it carefully. He took out his mobile phone again, typed Qu Rou's name on the search engine, and sifted through it repeatedly. He firmly believes that among all these gossip revelations, one or two will be true.

Finally a post that caught his attention. A netizen replied like this: "The provincial ballet is really messy. My friend used to be a team doctor in a dance company, and he was also in a relationship with a certain male lead, and finally found out that he was another actress in the dance company. I believe that this news is true, after all, people are divided into groups. ”

Li Zhijun hurriedly searched for the news and performance posters of the dance troupe in the past one or two years. He watched intently, and it dawned on him. I see!

He didn't care about anything else, so he grabbed his wallet and mobile phone, and hurriedly ran out of the door.

Li Zhijun took out his mobile phone and pressed a string of numbers. "Doodoo......" The other party did not answer. He called again, but no one answered.

He was anxious and worried, like an ant on a hot pot at the moment, not knowing what to do.

Forget it, take a gamble! Thinking so, Li Zhijun stretched out his hand to stop a taxi and went to the Linjiang community. He didn't have a community access card, so he had to follow behind a grocery shopping aunt with a lot of things in her hands, and when the other party opened the door, he hurriedly walked forward and held the door. The aunt said "thank you" lightly, and she was not suspicious.

Li Zhijun waited aimlessly, from day to night. During this period, Zhao Shuangwei sent him two text messages, but he did not reply.

Finally, under the cover of night, he saw the familiar figure appear in the community.

"Han Zhun!" Li Zhijun shouted angrily to stop him.

The person who came was Han Zhun. He went to Xie Yiyi's house during the day, and at this moment, taking advantage of the darkness of the night, he was preparing to sneak home quietly.

Han Zhun raised his head, saw Li Zhijun, and said lightly, "Ah, it's you." Is there something wrong? ”

Li Zhijun pulled him aside, lowered his voice and asked, "Why don't you answer the phone?" ”

"I've got something to do during the day."

"Then you don't care about such a big news? Why don't you clarify? Don't you want your career, your future? Li Zhijun's series of questions were finally asked at this moment. His voice gradually expanded, and the people in the community who were gradually approaching all looked sideways.

Finally, a girl stepped forward and asked hesitantly, "Are you Han Zhun?" Han Zhun, who was wearing a peaked cap and a furry scarf, hurriedly waved his hand to deny it, and hid his face in the scarf.

The girl stared at him for another two seconds, then pulled out her phone and started recording it at him. Seeing this, the aunts of passers-by, who still didn't know what was going on, also took out their mobile phones, lest they miss some big news.

"Let's go." Han Zhun put his hand on Li Zhijun's shoulder and pushed him away quickly.

Li Zhijun obviously hadn't experienced this situation, and he was dizzy for a while, so he could only let Han Zhun push him.

"Go...... Where to? Li Zhijun asked in a low voice.

"Go back to my house." Han Zhun also replied softly.

It wasn't until the two of them entered the elevator, pressed the floor, and the elevator doors closed and started to run that Han Zhun breathed a sigh of relief. Probably because of the trotting all the way and the nervousness, Li Zhijun saw that fine sweat was oozing from his forehead.

"I don't want them to photograph you." Finding that Li Zhijun was looking at himself, Han Zhun had no choice but to take the lead in explaining.

With a "ding dong", the elevator door opened, and the two walked out of the elevator. Han Zhun took out the key, inserted it into the lock hole, and turned it slightly.

"Come in." Han Zhun said to Li Zhijun behind him.

Li Zhijun silently followed him into the door, and sat directly on the sofa without saying a word.

"Do you want something to drink?" Han Zhun asked softly.

Li Zhijun looked at his tepid appearance, he couldn't help it anymore, he roared in a deep voice anxiously: "Why don't you clarify?" Do you know that everyone else is talking about it, and they think what Qu Rou said is true. You obviously didn't do such a thing, why ......? ”

"So what? Not standing up and responding is a default? Wouldn't anyone put a hat on my head, and I would stand up and play with them? I don't have that much time. Han Zhun took out two cans of sugar-free oolong tea from the refrigerator and put one of them in front of Li Zhijun.

Li Zhijun didn't even look at the oolong tea, he stared at Han Zhun and asked, "What Qu Rou said is true, that's why no one in such a big dance troupe stands up to speak, right?" ”

Han Zhun didn't answer, and Li Zhijun continued: "The matter is true, but Mr. H is not you. There is another person who conforms to what Qu Rou said about Mr. H, and that is Huo Xieyang. ”

Han Zhun raised his head and looked at Li Zhijun in disbelief. How so? How would he know?

"Don't be surprised." Li Zhijun explained calmly, "I knew it couldn't be you from the beginning of this matter. So I've been paying attention, analyzing. If you are reluctant to come forward and explain, I am sure that it is true. So if Mr. H is not you, who else will there be? After checking it like this, I soon locked on Huo Xieyang. ”

"Since you know it's not me, you should guess that I don't want to clarify why I naturally have it." Han Zhun took a sip of oolong tea, which was regarded as acquiescing to Li Zhijun's guess.

Li Zhijun sighed softly and stopped continuing the topic. He looked around, and the décor of the house was still simple and monotonous.

"You haven't moved?" Li Zhijun changed the subject.

Han Zhun drank oolong tea and mumbled, "Hmm."

Li Zhijun naturally knew why, so he had to say nothing, opened the oolong tea in front of him, and drank it "gurgling".

The two of them sat in the living room without saying a word, and the oolong tea was quickly drunk, but neither Han Zhun nor Li Zhijun had the intention of speaking first.

Li Zhijun began to regret that he rushed over in a hurry, and after caring and accusing, there was only a deep and shallow indescribable embarrassment in the living room at this moment.

"That'...... I'll go back first? Li Zhijun asked tentatively.

"Okay." Han Joon didn't have any intention of retaining. Li Zhijun got up and prepared to open the door.

"Wait," Han Joon also stood up and walked into the bedroom. After a while, he came out with a sweater and handed it to Li Zhijun: "Change your coat, don't be photographed by the paparazzi." ”

Li Zhijun was stunned, after so many years, he was still so careful.

He changed his coat and left without looking back.

The door was gently closed again, and Han Zhun inside the door couldn't help but sigh heavily.

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