"Well, since I set the time and place you said, then I will set it now. ”

"What? It's going to be midnight soon, are you sure?" Ye Cuo listened to Yan Feiyu's words, and couldn't help but reply directly.

"Sure! The Spring Festival is worth a thousand dollars, come on. Yan Feiyu covered her mouth and giggled.

Ye Cuo was speechless: "That's not how this sentence is used...... You name the location. ”

"The location is Room 302 of the Genting Hotel, come up and knock on the door directly, remember not to be targeted by others. I slipped out of the room by myself, and the people I worked with didn't know a word, so you just don't want to be seen. Yan Feiyu admonished.

"You know, I care more about this than you do. ”

Ye Cuo was about to hang up the phone, and Yan Feiyu added a sentence over there: "I'm hungry, buy me a spicy tang by the way." ”

After Yan Feiyu finished speaking, she suddenly felt that she had a feeling of being coquettish with her boyfriend, and she couldn't help but blush slightly.

"What kind of spicy tang to eat, it's not hygienic at all. Ye Cuo walked towards the place Yan Feiyu said, and looked left and right on the side of the road to see if there was a place to sell Malatang.

"I just like to eat. ”

Yan Feiyu's voice was so loud that Ye Cuo couldn't help but feel that the relationship between the two seemed to be ambiguous, but the two had never even formally met.

Ye Cuo is helpless, I don't know why, girls seem to like to eat junk food such as potato chips, spicy strips, spicy hot, etc., Michiko likes it a lot, when Ye Cuo doesn't let her eat it, the whole person is pitiful, with a pair of big black and watery eyes, looking at him, the eyes are simply distressing.

"Okay, I've found it, I'll buy you a bowl later. Ye Cuo walked all the way for a long time, and finally found a spicy hot shop.

"Wait, I'll tell you what I'm going to eat. Yan Feiyu lay on the bed, enjoying the feeling of instructing Ye Cuo to work, as if she was a girl, coquettish to her boyfriend, "Two slices of lettuce, two pieces of oily wheat cabbage, one piece of blood tofu, and one of all kinds of balls, hmm...... Simply a piece of noodles, a piece of chrysanthemum ......"

Ye Cuo was dumbfounded: "Hey, Miss Yan, you made me have the illusion of grabbing medicine in a Chinese medicine pharmacy in a trance." ”

Yan Feiyu covered her mouth and laughed, Ye Cuo's complaining made her stomach hurt when she laughed.

Ye Cuo bought Malatang for Yan Feiyu here, Yan Feiyu hung up the phone over there, was a little excited, walked around the room, thought about it, ran to the sanitary napkin in the mirror, and looked at his face: "Oh, it's ugly, it's over, it's over, it's messy, what should I do?"

Yan Feiyu is obviously very beautiful, but she is like a little girl who has fallen in her first love and goes to see her boyfriend, she is extremely nervous, she feels that her eye circles are a little dark, her lips are not red enough, and her hair is messy, and her whole person is about to collapse.

In fact, boys may not care about these, only girls themselves always want to dress themselves flawlessly.

"Take a bath!" Yan Feiyu hurriedly released the water, wanting to dress herself up before Ye Cuo came.

In the hall below the restaurant, a large group of people, holding cameras, voice recorders and other equipment, suddenly rushed in.

The lobby manager of the hotel hurriedly stepped forward: "Who are you and what are you doing?"

"We are media reporters, and we heard that Yan Feiyu lives here, so we are here to interview. "This group of people is making a lot of noise.

The lobby manager said, "No, you will disturb our guests." ”

"We have an appointment, and it was Miss Yan Feiyu who let us go up. A journalist is talking nonsense.

The lobby manager said, "Then you wait for me to call the room to confirm." ”

This group of people are all reporters of all kinds of chaotic tabloids, they don't have appointments at all, and their newspapers and magazines are not regular entertainment magazines at all, but the kind of vulgar magazines that specialize in secretly photographing the skirts of actresses.

At this time, when he heard that the lobby manager wanted to confirm, he immediately said: "Regardless of your business, you get out of the way for us and let us go up." ”

A large group of people rushed upstairs together, and the lobby manager screamed loudly: "No, you can't go up!"

But no one listened to him, and this group of reporters didn't have any bottom limits at all, and they dared to write any kind of news in order to make money.

The reason why they choose to come at night is to take pictures of something that is not visible.

In the hotel room, Yan Feiyu happily took a bubble bath, thinking to herself, what kind of face will she see when she unveils Ye Cuo's mask later?

I only saw Ye Cuo's eyebrows and eyes before, but he definitely looks like a handsome guy, and his voice is particularly good.

Thinking of the legend that the two of them sang together before, Yan Feiyu couldn't help but feel a burst of sweetness in her heart.

"Knock knock!" there was a sharp knock on the door outside.

Yan Feiyu was taken aback: "Huh?

Yan Feiyu hurriedly stood up, flushed the water on her body, and combed her hair in the mirror in a panic.

The knock on the door outside was even more urgent, and Yan Feiyu said in a panic: "Wait, wait, I'll be here soon." ”

She didn't have time to put on makeup, she didn't even have time to put on clothes, she only wrapped a bath towel, ran behind the door in a panic, calmed her breathing, and opened the door with a sweet smile on her face.

"Coax", a large group of people squeezed in at once, countless cameras clicked and clicked, and the lights flashed.

"Ahh

As soon as this group of tabloid reporters saw that Yan Feiyu was only wrapped in a bath towel, they were immediately overjoyed: "Quick shot, quick shot, there will be exciting news tomorrow." ”

The bath towel on Yan Feiyu's body is too short, it can only wrap the middle of her body, and her white and tender shoulders and slender legs can't cover it.

Yan Feiyu's face was full of horror: "Who are you?"

"Miss Yan Feiyu, you didn't live with the concert staff, are you having a private meeting with your secret lover?"

"Miss Yan Feiyu, who is that man? Are you accepting the unspoken rules?"

"Get me out. Yan Feiyu was furious.

One person suddenly said, "Tear off her bath towel and take a few pictures." ”

When a few people stepped forward, Yan Feiyu looked frightened, retreated to the bathroom, and locked the door with her backhand.

The group of reporters smashed the door outside: "Smash the door open, rip off her clothes, take a few pictures and we'll send them." ”

A group of people slammed the door in a hurry, Yan Feiyu pressed her back against the door, tears flowing.

In the hall downstairs, Ye Cuo was still thinking of finding some excuse to go up, but suddenly found that there was no one in the lobby at all.

As soon as his spirit was relieved, he walked towards it, and suddenly heard a scream from upstairs, Ye Cuo frowned: "Yan Feiyu?"