When I saw the familiar figure in the video.

His pupils constricted suddenly, and the excessive shock and anger and hatred made his face twist with it.

Lu Zhao!

The person in the video is Lu Zhao!

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in the elevator.

Si Yan looked at Lu Zhao: "Why did you run to him?" ”

Lu Zhao: "I don't know, maybe I accidentally touched the floor, aren't you taking a bath?" How did you run down? ”

"You haven't come up for so long, I thought you were eaten by a ghost." Si Yan didn't want to admit that he was worried about her.

It's so dark outside, and it's raining.

She's out, what if she meets the bad guys?

The express delivery is not big, is it heavy, can she carry it alone?

"Shh Lu Zhao pursed his lips and handed him the sugar-fried chestnuts: "Today's sugar-fried chestnuts are glutinous and sweet, you can taste them." ”

If you are worried, you will be worried, and what is the hard mouth!

"You wash your hands and eat when you get home." Ember looked at her, disgusted.

He found that he liked the word home.

Very, warm.

Lu Zhao peeled it off by himself.

Just peeled one, the elevator stopped.

She subconsciously looked up.

Si Yan took advantage of this moment to get closer and ate the chestnut in her hand into her mouth in one bite.

His lips swept over her fingertips, the blazing temperature, and her fingers curled up involuntarily.

Lu Zhao's heart also seemed to be electrified, and he glared at him with a red face: "I didn't wash my hands!" ”

"I didn't think you were dirty." Si Yan looked at her with a smile and gave an evaluation: "The taste is okay." ”

The soft and glutinous chestnuts seem to have a bit of softness on her fingertips, which is exceptionally delicious.

Lu Zhao: ......

Scoundrel!

On Si Yan's side, after getting cheap, he hurriedly worked and pushed the express box out.

After entering the house, I asked, "What did you buy?" ”

Where did Lu Zhao know that she didn't buy it: "It may have been given by fans." ”

"Do you still have fans?" Si Yan unceremoniously pricked her in the heart.

Lu Zhao laughed at himself: "There are no true love fans, and there are no black fans?" ”

As she spoke, she had gone to get a knife and cut the tape open.

And then.

Open the chest.

The moment the box is opened.

Si Yan's eyes suddenly contracted, and a bloody murderous aura flashed under his eyes.

Without thinking about it, he pulled her into his arms, and covered her eyes with his big hot hands: "Don't look." ”

After speaking, he took her back: "You go to the bedroom first, I'll clean up here." ”

Her mouth, open the light, it's really something sent by black fans!

"Ember." Lu Zhao only felt that the temperature in his eyes had been ironed in his heart: "I saw it all, it's okay, I'm not so fragile." ”

in that box.

It's a blood-red stuffed animal.

The eyes of the plush toy were gouged out, leaving a large red hole, like a hole in blood.

A knife was pierced in the heart of the plush toy.

On top of the knife, there was also a strip of white cloth.

There was blood-like, bright red handwriting written on it: Lu Zhao to die!

Si Yan lowered his eyes slightly, seeing that her face was indifferent, he really didn't mean to be scared at all.

Only then did she let go of the hand covering her eyes.

Lu Zhao walked over, squatted in front of the plush toy, observed it carefully, and said, "Fake, painted red dye." ”

"How often do you get these?" Si Yan looked at her calmly and seriously examined the paint, and was speechless.

Now there is black powder to intimidate her and threaten her personal safety, is it a problem with the dye?

"Which famous star has never received anything from black powder." Lu Zhao said.

In the past, the original owner would often receive all kinds of threatening letters, bloody clothes, prosthetic limbs, artificial eyeballs, and even wreaths at the door of his home.

Si Yan looked at her as she was accustomed to, and suddenly felt a little distressed in his heart, and said, "You get out of the way, I'll take this thing down and throw it away." ”

He is also a person in the entertainment industry, so he naturally knows that people are popular, whether they are true red or black or red, there will be perverted black fans.

He also received private messages scolding him and cursing him.

But in reality, because no one knows his true identity, these things have never been received.

"Wait a minute." Lu Zhao ran to the kitchen, took a pair of scissors, and a big knife came out: "Break it, don't scare others." ”

Such a big thing, if you throw your head down, it's weird and scary.

One of the two was holding scissors and the other was holding a large knife.

Soon the stuffed animal was broken, taken down and thrown away.

After coming back.

Lu Zhao smiled at Si Yan.

Si Yan knew what she meant: "I know, I'll take a picture for you right away, you are a model." ”

This woman has no heart and no lungs.

Even if he is a celebrity, he is used to cyberbullying and should be scared when he is given such a gift by a black fan.

She's fine, like she's fine.

"Okay." Lu Kai agreed heartily: "Then what do I need to do?" Change clothes, do styling? ”

Ember asked her, "What style do you want to shoot?" ”

Lu Zhao thought for a moment: "The kind of melancholy wind that flows backwards into a river of sadness has a sense of story. ”

Song Cheng's new album style is lyrical and sentimental.

What she said was a little more intense than his style, let's see if his shooting techniques and style are suitable.

"You don't need to change your clothes, just this set, and you don't need to change your look." Si Shen pointed to the large balcony opposite: "Go over there and wait." ”

Lu Zhao obediently ran to the balcony to wait for him.

The balcony was large and there were three swing slings.

Through the glass windows, you can see the beautiful city lights outside and the river reflecting the bright lights.

When Ember came out with his camera.

She sat on the sling, her small body curled up together in a very insecure position.

She tilted her head slightly, looking out the window and at the night sky.

He pressed the shutter.

Lu Zhao heard the sound of the shutter and subconsciously turned around.

He pressed the shutter again the moment she turned around, and before she could come back to her senses.

The girl in the photo, light brown, glass-like transparent pupils, with a faint sadness and nostalgia, and a little hope.

It was as if she was looking through the void to another world.

It's as if in this world, she is just a person, lonely, and sad.

"Ember." Lu Zhao was stunned for a moment before he restrained his emotions and smiled at him: "Is it okay?" How am I going to pose. ”

"It's done, take a look." Si Yan looked at her in the photo, and then at her who was smiling brightly at him in front of him.

The tip of the heart hurt uncontrollably, like a pinprick.

Lu Zhao's eyes widened: "When did you shoot it?" ”

She got out of the sling chair and ran over, leaning over to look at the picture with his hand and toe on her toes.

She in the photo.

Lonely, sad.

She looked at it herself, and her nose was sour.

The appeal of the photos is so strong.

The lights of the city, and the warm decoration of the house, are appropriate, which sets off her even more sadly.

"What were you just thinking?" Ember asked her.

A faint sadness, but it stinged his eyes at once.