Even an excessively absurd encounter, an excessively blunt and straightforward emotional advancement, could not stop God from demanding that the two people who must meet and accompany each other be together.

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It had been a long time since Song Ziyan finished reading what Qi Moyue had written, and she felt like she had been scratched by a kitten.

Why had she never thought about these issues herself?

Why didn't she know what to do after reading Qi Moyuedu's long exposition herself?

I have read and imitated a lot of novels in which the domineering president fell in love with me; There are a lot of popular science in Yueyue, and they have also practiced; Pei Xi ......

Song Ziyan couldn't help but sigh when he thought of this, he always felt as if he was missing a tendon.

Song Ziyan didn't fall asleep all night, turned over in bed, and didn't think clearly about anything in a daze.

When the sky was bright, Song Ziyan gradually fell asleep.

Song Ziyan was woken up by Gu Bei's invitation in the morning.

Song Ziyan, who hadn't slept all night, got up with an extremely thick breath, and almost scared Gu Beigu away.

However, Song Ziyan thought that Gu Beigu might have some guiding opinions on her current love life, so she dragged her exhaustion to Gu Beigu's base camp.

The first few times I made an appointment to study together outside, I was on the hot search, and I explained that some people knocked it, this time Gu Bei directly put the meeting place in his base camp, and guaranteed that no one took pictures, so Song Ziyan agreed to go.

When Song Ziyan felt it, Gu Bei was already ready to eat and wait for her.

Song Ziyan grabbed a pack of snacks casually, opened it and was about to stuff it into his mouth, but he was stopped by Gu Beigu before he could enter it.

Song Ziyan snatched the snack and insisted on stuffing it into his mouth: "Why stop me, you don't know if I can't eat fat." ”

"No, I mean eat first." Gu Bei pointed to the breakfast that had been prepared in the restaurant a long time ago: "I called you, I feel that you haven't gotten up yet, and you must not have eaten breakfast when you came, so I'll prepare." ”

Song Ziyan walked over and grabbed a fritter and began to nibble.

To be honest, since becoming an artist, Song Ziyan has not been very good at eating, just have food, sometimes the schedule is too tight, and there is no time to eat.

Although Song Ziyan didn't settle much before, he didn't have three to four meals a day.

"No, the main purpose of coming here today is not to play games."

After Song Ziyan took a sip of soy milk to help swallow the fritters, he said: "It's mainly because I have some emotional problems and want to consult." ”

Gu Bei shook his head innocently: "Don't, I haven't been in love yet!" ”

"Come on, you!"

Song Ziyan turned his face at Gu Bei, who denied it one after another, and said, "Doesn't it mean that there is no exposure, right?" ”

Gu Bei touched his nose uncomfortably and said, "At that time, I was young and ignorant, don't think about it." ”

"What do you think, I'm not with you."

Song Ziyan began to "make friends out of nothing" and said: "The main thing is that I have a friend who is married, but this one, just ......"

"When did you get another married friend?"

Before Song Ziyan finished speaking, Gu Bei interrupted: "WOC, you can't be a typical friend out of nothing, right?" ”

"You won't ......"

Gu Bei covered his mouth, his pupils narrowed, and he grabbed Song Ziyan's hand and said, "Are you getting married behind my back?" ”