I don't know what words to put it.

Or maybe some of the words that are flashing through my head at the moment are not appropriate.

Zhao Muyang stared at her and didn't speak for a long time.

Thank you?

Huh.

Fuck thanks.

Is all he wants is a "thank you" from her?

Although a "thank you" is better than nothing.

"No, Xu Yan, listen to me, you may have misunderstood......"

"Yes, I misunderstood."

In the past, Xu Yan was a person who would wait until others finished speaking before expressing her opinions, but in the face of Zhao Muyang, somehow, she was afraid that he would finish speaking, so she interrupted him several times.

Especially when you hear that "misunderstanding".

Because for a moment, she really "misunderstood".

Fortunately, I woke up early.

"So you think about how to announce our breakup to your fans after the show airs."

"I ...... Will try to cooperate with you. ”

What to announce!

Cooperate with your uncle!

Zhao Muyang had already complained about Xu Yan at this moment from his hair to his toes.

"No, can you listen carefully to what I'm saying?"

It seems that there are some things that cannot but be made clear.

Xu Yan suddenly raised his eyes and threw down two words sonorously: "No." ”

Zhao Muyang: ......

It's grassy!

Looking around him, Xu Yan saw the staff of the program team walking towards them.

"Pack your things, it's time to go back."

This was the last thing Xu Yan said to Zhao Muyang that day.

……

Because there are still some tidbits to be filmed in the show, Xu Yan returned to his home in S City two days later.

She thought that she would be comfortable the moment she entered the house, but who knew that after putting down her luggage, her eyes swept to the closed door of the second bedroom, and inexplicably, the feeling of distraction came again.

Throwing away the suitcase, Xu Yan took off his shoes, and wanted to step on the floor barefoot.

But the moment her toes touched the cold floor, she paused.

"Do you think you're telling a clever lie?"

"I'm not wearing shoes yet."

"The house is not underfloor heating, and in this weather, you will get cold barefoot."

Zhao Muyang's voice seemed to sound in her ears.

Xu Yan seemed to be frightened by something, and his back suddenly froze.

What the hell.

She covered her heart with her hands, feeling her heart beat again and again.

Finally, her ears were clear, she put on her shoes and walked slowly to the sofa.

As soon as I sat down, somehow, another scene appeared in my mind.

"Although my face is a little red, my body temperature is okay, and I don't have a fever."

"Is the blush because you just looked at me?"

"Am I good-looking?"

"Hey, it's not me who is sick, it's you."

"Honestly, what's the matter, your face is so bad?"

"Let me tell you, it is not unreasonable that you can't hold on when your body feels uncomfortable, that minor illnesses cannot be treated, and that major illnesses are difficult to treat."

These real scenes were repeated over and over again in Xu Yan's mind like a movie replay.

After coming back to her senses, she turned her head to look at the sofa, and was stunned for two seconds, then her body stood up like a spring.

Oh, my God!

What was she just thinking?

Covering his face with his hands, Xu Yan kept saying to be calm, to be calm.

But the more I forced myself so much, the clearer the picture in my mind became.

"Eh, don't look at me like that, I guess too."

Zhao Muyang's voice struck again.

Xu Yan couldn't help but roar: "Don't guess, I don't know!" ”