"Ding Dong" -

Mu Luobai, who was lying on the sofa and playing with his mobile phone boredly, heard the doorbell ringing, got up and looked at Yan Yichen, who was talking on the phone in the room.

The latter paused and nodded at him.

Receiving approval, Mu Luobai hummed a little song and walked leisurely in the direction of the gate.

As soon as the door opened, Tang Xing directly said the reason he had thought of, "I'll come up ......"

But in the future, he was forced back by the person who was only wearing a scarf in front of him and half-wearing his upper body.

The person outside the door didn't expect that the person who opened the door didn't know him, and the person inside the door didn't expect that the person who came would be a woman.

So the two people at the door stared at each other with big eyes.

After the air was quiet for a few seconds, Tang Xing, who had reacted, blinked a few times, looked down from top to bottom again, and finally moved his gaze to that face, and turned around violently when he repeatedly confirmed that it was a face that did not match Yan Yichen.

This action provoked Mu Luobai, who was also stunned in place, to cover the pink in front of him with his hand.

That's embarrassing, isn't it.

Tang Xing's brain cells were extremely active at the moment, and his brain made up all kinds of colorful pictures. Inexplicably, I feel like I have a scene of catching rape.

Yan Yichen, who was on the phone in the room, noticed that something was wrong outside, and simply said a few words to the other side, then put away his mobile phone and walked out.

When he saw who was coming, he took a step with his long legs, two steps at a time, and came to the gate, leaving only a sentence of 'Wait', and then he pulled his big hand, and the door was slammed and closed again.

Mu Luobai was so frightened by the sound of the door that he was embarrassed at all.

Turning around, he met the frost-covered face, and the uncertain man swallowed hard.

I just wanted to explain, but the person in front of me said-

"Put it on, luo ben, choose one of the two." Yan Yichen was only cold, and there was no room for negotiation.

The hand is still pressed on the door, as if to prevent the small thing outside from pushing the door and peeking out of curiosity.

Mu Luobai: "......"

What are you kidding, he's also a well-known person, and he's also a person with fans, what the hell is Luo Ben, don't lose face.

Mu Luobai chose the former without hesitation, but before he had taken a few steps, he suddenly remembered the clothes that were hanging on the balcony and were wet.

The man turned back again, his face full of flattery, "Is there a third option?" ”

"Yes." Hearing that the kind-hearted person gave him a third option, Mu Luobai's hanging heart was put down, and he was just about to thank God, but he saw Yan Yichen continue:

"Get out of my house."

Mu Luobai thought to himself, today he is just here to discuss the idea of the new song with Yan Yichen, he doesn't dare to eat the melon, and if he doesn't leave at this time, he will wait for when.

I agreed without hesitation.

"From there." However, just a few steps away, a hand was already in front of him.

Mu Luobai looked in the direction Yan Yichen pointed, and when he saw where the place he was pointing was, his whole face darkened.

I thank you sister!

Dog Yan Yichen!

Inhumane!

Actually let him jump out of the window and leave?!

Mu Luobai endured the urge to run wild, and recited the Buddhist scriptures several times in his heart to calm down, "Big brother, reward a dress, I should owe you a personal favor." ”

"Deal." Yan Yichen raised his eyebrows slightly, and changed the place with his finger pointing to the window, not forgetting to add, "Take care of your mouth." ”

The two have known each other for so long, and the only thing that can't be easily touched is Yan Yichen's other identity.

Mu Luo's white heart was like a mirror, and he compared an OK to him.

A piece of clothing snuffed out his gossip heart and sealed his mouth, but he couldn't refuse.

It's a shame not to be a profiteer.