This is really a very sensational confession.

If the adult Lu Zhengya said it, I am afraid that it would be easy to capture the heart of any woman.

But Lu Zhengya forgot that now he is not a tall and handsome adult Lu Zhengya, but a cub who looks no more than seven or eight years old.

Confession effect -100000.

Of course, the most important thing is not that.

The most important thing is that sitting opposite him is a little fairy who must not be treated with common sense.

Hearing Mr. Ba's sincere confession, Jinli's first reaction was to suddenly pull his hand away, with a vigilant face: "Why are you going to melt me?" ”

Lu Zhengya: "......"

He raised his forehead in frustration: "Forget it, if you have anything you want to ask, just ask." ”

Jinli shook the mobile phone in his hand: "It was an accident that I saw your trumpet, and I only saw a little bit of the content of the logged trumpet." I haven't looked at the rest, so, can you tell me how many trumpets you have? ”

She's a little fairy who respects other people's privacy.

Lu Zhengya: "......"

He originally thought that the content on his phone had been read by Jinli, so he simply gave up on himself.

So, the truth is, Jinli didn't look at it at all.

So, is the result of the matter going to become, to be publicly executed in front of Jinli?

There was some embarrassment between his expressions: "Otherwise, wait for tomorrow daylight, you can watch it together." ”

If you don't have a memory during the day, you won't be so embarrassed.

However, Jinli waited so long to wait for the night, how could she let it go so easily.

"No, I can't." She smiled and said, "I just waited for you to tell me." ”

Lu Zhengya raised his head and looked at Jinli.

He saw persistence in Jinli's gaze.

The boss backed down.

He took the phone and clicked on Weibo: "It's just, it's just four trumpets." ”

The division of labor is quite clear.

A trumpet is mainly used as a confession.

A trumpet blends into Jinli's fan base and pays attention to fan dynamics at any time.

A trumpet professional trolls, pulling countless hatreds.

And one more ......

Jinli was sitting next to him, listening and laughing carefully, occasionally watching some of the comments on Weibo with great pleasure.

Seeing him stop suddenly, it was a little strange: "There is another one, what is it used for?" Hey, don't get in your way, show me?"

Lu Zhengya grabbed his mobile phone tightly and said in a low voice: "The last trumpet is my diary." ”

It is full of my longing and longing for you.

Jinli was stunned.

She blinked, and probably guessed something.

"Ahem." She coughed dryly, "If it's not convenient, then I won't look at it." ”

After speaking, she withdrew her hand and made her position clear with her actions.

As soon as she retreated like this, Lu Zhengya felt much more comfortable.

"There's nothing you can't see." He said freely, "The trumpets have been read by you, and reading a mood diary is nothing." ”

He handed the phone to Jinli: "Look." ”

Jin Li hesitantly took the phone, but she still couldn't help but be curious and clicked in.

The Weibo of this number was unexpectedly hurried.

There are no albums, no likes and retweets, and no spraying with people.

There is only one by one, either simple or long, as Lu Zhengya said, mood diary.

The most recent one was a week ago, when they were still in the Land of the Sun:

[I had a frightening accident today, but I was able to sleep in her room as a blessing in disguise.] 】