"So, if you like Zhao Muyang, I just want to be with him, not just together, we will sprinkle dog food on the Internet every once in a while to show affection."

When he said this, Xu Yan was a little weak-hearted.

Before posting that Weibo, she had not contacted Zhao Muyang, or she wanted to contact her, but she couldn't.

Not long after the play was completed, she deleted his phone number, including a series of contact information such as WeChat.

If you ask other people for Zhao Muyang's contact information, it is not appropriate in terms of her identity.

"I told you a long time ago, Ai Qing is the bottom line I can't touch, since you provoked her, then be prepared to bear the consequences."

"Maybe I can't do anything to you, but I can still do it if I respond to you, disgust you, and make you feel unhappy."

"You!" When she said this, Zhou Chan's tone changed so angrily, "Xu Yan, after so many years, why haven't I seen that you are such a person!" ”

Such a person?

Xu Yan slightly hooked the corners of his lips.

If she could, she would like to stay in the Buddhist line to the end.

But......

"There's more you don't see." She replied lightly.

"Hehe, hehe, hehe, okay," Zhou Chan laughed twice, "Xu Yan, since you have decided to tear your face, then I don't need to give you face, just these few days, the black history you have been trying to hide will be made public little by little, clearly in front of the public." ”

"When the time comes, see how your fans wash your name, and Zhao Muyang, after learning about those things, do you think he will continue to like you?"

"Xu Yan, we've been together for so many years, don't blame me for being ruthless, you forced me!"

Viciously dropped the last sentence, and Zhou Chan hung up the phone.

The busy sound of "beep" drilled into his ears, and Xu Yan's hand holding the mobile phone slowly slid down.

As soon as the force was loosened, the phone fell from the palm of his hand to the sofa.

Black History?

Scold.

She climbed up from hell, will she still be afraid of the so-called "black history" in the world?

……

Chen Aiqing only saw Xu Yan's Weibo after returning to the hotel after finishing work that day.

Just when she wanted to chat with Xu Yan on WeChat, she unexpectedly found that the three groups of people who had blocked the news by her a long time ago were very lively.

Fang Qing, who hadn't bubbled for a long time, suddenly appeared.

Chen Aiqing flipped through the chat records at the beginning and looked down one by one.

Fang Qing: @许烟, goddess, idol, idol, what you posted on Weibo, does it mean a confession? Or are you getting married? Another identity? What identity? Can you tell us about that?

Her words reveal the joy of the past, it seems that after getting married, Fang Qing's life should be very good.

Xu Yan replied two minutes later.

She first threw a thief's cute kitten emoji, followed by two words: "Guess? ”

Fang Qing: ......

Fang Qing: If I can guess correctly, I'll be a fortune teller, goddess, baby, just say, did Zhao Muyang propose to you? Are you going to change your identity to Mrs. Zhao?

Xu Yan continued to sell Guanzi: "It may or may not be." ”

Fang Qing: "Whether it's good or not, from the beginning of you, I felt so sweet and sweet." ”

So sweet, so sweet?

Seeing Chen Aiqing here, he couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth.

When the two were filming, she watched most of the time, putting aside the emotions in the play, she never saw them sweet in private.