Chapter Title: Chapter 3 Another Identity

"Yan'er, have you eaten Chinese food?" Aoba was brushing his teeth, and when he heard the movement in the dormitory, he couldn't help but poke his head out and asked vaguely.

Rong Yan turned on the computer, smiled at her, and said, "I'm not hungry." ”

Aoba's brows twisted into a pimple, she quickly finished washing, walked out of the bathroom, and was about to "educate" her face, when she saw that she had put on earplugs, and when she got closer, she found that she had closed her eyes and a pen in her hand, which seemed to move with the rhythm, and on the desktop was a blank A4 scratch paper.

Aoba had nowhere to go, so he changed his clothes alone and left with the door. As soon as he writes words, the sky falls, and he doesn't move.

She sat in her car and was about to start the engine when she heard her cell phone ring. She took her phone, looked at the caller ID, and connected the call.

"Ye'er, do you know how to write lyrics?!"

"Yes." Aoba replied disappreciatively.

"Then did you know that she is the famous lyricist Moonlight?!"

Aoba couldn't help but widen her eyes, she just didn't care about the entertainment industry anymore, and she knew that the moonlight existed. As long as she writes the lyrics, there is no song that is not popular. Many singers squeezed their heads and wanted her to write lyrics for themselves. Aoba asked with a little incredulity, "Yan'er is moonlight?" ”

"My dad's office inadvertently caught a glimpse of the moonlight signing contract. You're so good with her, don't you even know she's moonlight? ”

Aoba didn't feel that he didn't know what was wrong with his face being moonlight, and immediately replied nonchalantly: "If she doesn't say it, I won't ask." ”

"Gu Ming's guy plans to enter the entertainment industry, do you think if he knows that his face is moonlight, how wonderful his face will be?" The man on the other end of the phone gloated.

Aoba tugged at the corners of his mouth contemptuously and said, "Losing Yan'er is definitely a big regret in his life." Ling Wei is not a good woman. ”

"I'll tell you, I'm going to lunch." She hung up, started the engine, and drove away.

Forty minutes later, when Aoba returned to the dormitory again, it was no surprise that he found that his face was still writing.

She bought her lunch and put it on her table, and was about to ask her to eat lunch, when she saw her burst into tears, and the tears fell onto the white paper, which had already wet several pages, and she seemed to be unaware of it, just writing the words blindly.

Aoba was distressed and angry, reached out and ripped off her earplugs, and yelled, "If you cry again, you don't have to ask for your eyes!" ”

Rong Yan was startled and looked at Aoba at a loss.

Aoba sighed, pulled out a few pieces of paper from the cardboard box, and while wiping the tears on her face, she whispered, "Let's eat something." ”

"I want to finish it first." His face was fragile and stubborn.

"Not allowed!" Aoba said toughly.

She threw the tissue in the trash, brought the lunch to her, and said viciously, "You give it to me!" ”

Rong Yan lowered his head, obediently picked up the chopsticks, and ate little by little.

Aoba casually pulled over his chair and sat next to her, looking at her with unblinking eyes, and he was bound to eat all her lunch.

Rong Yan ate very quietly, without even making a sound.

Aoba doubted her face more than once, because she didn't think that ordinary people could raise such children. But Rong Yan said that she was a native of the imperial capital, and when the upper echelons of the imperial capital gathered, she had never seen Rong Yan.

Suddenly, she couldn't help but be stunned when she saw crystal clear tears falling into the food continuously.

Rong Yan still stuffed food into his mouth little by little.

Aoba snatched the chopsticks from her hand, threw her lunch into the trash, and said angrily, "I won't eat it." ”

"Aoba, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, it's just that the tears are going to fall by themselves......" Rong Yan said to her very apologetically.

Aoba smiled understandingly and said, "It's okay, you can write the words." With that, she left the dormitory.

Rong Yan looked at the direction of the door, couldn't come back to his senses for a long time, and kept muttering in his mouth: I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to......

"Ye'er! How did you come? Lan Xuan looked at the people who broke through the door and said excitedly.

Then, he asked sourly, "Don't accompany your face?" ”

Aoba sat on the rotating chair opposite Lan Xuan, leaned on the back of the chair, clasped his hands on his chest, crossed Erlang's legs, and asked him like a queen, "Aren't you a lot of handsome guys here?" ”

Lan Xuan was stunned for a moment, and responded: "Yes, what do you want to do?" ”

"Let them line up in turn, and I'll pick a few nights to accompany Yan'er." Aoba Yun commanded lightly.

"......," the corners of Lan Xuan's mouth twitched.

"What, not happy?" Aoba raised an eyebrow and asked.

Lan Xuan said a little weakly: "Ye'er, this company is not me for the time being. ”

Aoba retracted his gaze, got up and left.

"Ye'er, don't be angry. It's not easy to find a man, and there are a lot of high-quality men around me. Lan Xuan caught up, hugged her from behind, and said quickly.

Aoba was a little angry, turned around and hung his hands around his neck, looked up at him, and said, "Five handsome and handsome single men!" ”

Lan Xuan didn't say a word and immediately nodded.

"Will make girls happy." Aoba added.

Lan Xuan nodded again.

Seeing him cooperate so much, Aoba almost dissipated the qi in his stomach, and said with a smile: "It's really good." ”

"Then shouldn't Ye'er reward me?" Lan Xuan's eyes were shining.

Aoba smiled sewitchingly and kissed him on the lips.

Suddenly, **, out of control.

When Aoba returned to the dormitory again, it was already eight o'clock in the evening. She walked up to the side of the still writing words, raised her hand and ripped off the other party's earbuds, and said, "Take you to relax." ”

Rong Yan wanted to refuse, but when he thought of Aoba leaving his back before, he said with a smile: "Okay." ”

Aoba took a few steps with her face, then suddenly stopped and looked back at her.

Rong Yan blinked, looked down at himself, but didn't find anything wrong, so he asked with some curiosity, "What's wrong?" ”

Aoba retracted his gaze, pulled her and continued to walk towards his car, and said, "It's nothing. ”

His face followed for some reason.

The red Ferrari bustled the streets, stopping in front of a very luxurious nightclub.

"Aoba, are we going in here?" Rong Yan looked ahead in amazement and asked with a little incredulity.

Aoba let out a casual "um" and pulled her into the lively hall.

His face was like that of a newborn baby, staring curiously at the surroundings.

With dim and ambiguous lights and deafening music, this is indeed a good place to release your mood.

Xu Mo found Rong Yancun in the crowd almost immediately, she was too "special", not to mention her unusual dress, and her eyes were full of surprise.

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