Jiang Yunyou didn't speak.

Memories played in her mind like a star, and she fell silent.

In the quiet hallway, only the sound of his breathing remained.

His eyes were slightly red, and he just stared at her, watching her look go from stunned to panicked to calm now.

"What do you think?"

Obviously, his chin had been pinched by him, and it hurt, but she didn't seem to feel it.

Flutteringly threw the question back.

She tilted her head, met his gaze, and even chuckled.

It's like a head-on blow.

Yan Shuo let go of her abruptly.

The emotions in his eyes were shattered.

Jiang Yunyou took two steps back and staggered before he stood firm.

But she still had a straight back.

Under the corridor lamp, she was wearing a black dress borrowed from Ning Ou, her exposed skin was white and glowing, and her makeup was even more meticulous.

She raised her chin slightly, as proud as a black swan.

Yan Shuo leaned back against the wall and raised his hand to lift the cap, but before the hat could break away from his hair, he suddenly pressed the brim down hard.

It also cuts off the line of sight.

The hallway fell silent again.

"I thought?"

After a long time, his voice was still hoarse, and he laughed at himself: "I thought it was ......"

I thought you at least loved me.

I thought you had a hard time.

But that's just what he thought.

Raising his wrist, he untied the faded red rope from his cold white wrist.

He didn't even touch her again, instead hanging the red rope on the black doorknob.

Turned around, didn't look at her again, and left.

Jiang Yunyou stood in place.

Listening to the elevator door open, listening to the elevator door close, there were still two people in the corridor just now, and she was the only one left at this time.

The hallway was silent, and only her heartbeat could be heard.

After a long time, she finally looked up.

The elevator had already stopped on the first floor.

Retracting her gaze, as soon as she lifted her foot, the whole person was dizzy, and she hurriedly held on to the wall.

The gaze fell on the faded red cord on the doorknob.

Her eyes were red, and she walked over cautiously, as if holding a treasure, and put the red rope in the palm of her hand.

She also has one.

Once inside, she approached the bedroom, took out a box from the closet, and placed the faded red string with the one in the box.

Two identical red strings were placed there.

One is as bright as new, while the other has long since worn out and lost its original color.

He......

Did he wear it all the time?

Jiang Yunyou sat at the foot of the bed, and finally couldn't hold back, tears rained down.

...

Jiang Yunyou was very tired.

That kind of exhaustion.

She finally fell asleep and was woken up by her mobile phone at three o'clock in the morning.

The phone rang only a few times before it hung up.

Unfamiliar numbers.

Jiang Yunyou only glanced at it, then threw the phone aside and continued to sleep, only then closed his eyes, and the phone rang again.

I still just want to say a few words.

Hang up.

Unknown incoming calls.

It wasn't until in just a few minutes that the mobile phone had vibrated continuously, and I don't know how many calls came in, that Jiang Yunyou realized that she was probably bombarded with phone calls.

I don't know who it is.

But I guessed pretty much.

She turned off her phone and fell asleep again.

I woke up a little late the next day.

When I picked up my phone, I realized that she had turned off her phone last night.

As soon as I turned it on, the phone vibrate.

It's the same as last night.

It was so serious that she couldn't even make a phone call, so she simply took the phone card directly.

The phone finally fell silent.

When she opened WeChat and was about to talk to Meng Xu, she found that Meng Xu had already sent her a lot of messages.

[Meng Xu: Why did the phone turn off?] ]

[Meng Xu: Haven't gotten up yet?] ]

[Meng Xu: What's the situation?] ]

[Meng Xu: Jiang Yunyou?! ]

She was about to make a direct video call when there was a knock on the door of her apartment from outside.

"Jiang Yunyou?!"

It was Meng Xu's voice.

Jiang Yunyou hurriedly went to open the door.

"Why did you turn off your phone at home? Do you know how anxious we are when we can't find you?! ”

Meng Xu is really anxious.

"My phone was bombarded with phone calls from last night, so I turned off my phone." Jiang Yunyou said.

"Phone bombardment?"

Meng Xu frowned: "Have you offended people recently?" Offend...... Is it Lin Yue? ”

Jiang Yunyou guessed that she was also the one.

At the Gu family's banquet last night, Lin Yue and Xu Shuyan lost their faces, and with the personalities of these two people, they would definitely not make her feel better.

"Probably yes."

It's just that Meng Xu's reason for guessing is not the same as what she guessed.

"It's all a trivial matter, if it doesn't work, change the number."

Meng Xu saw that she was fine, so she was finally relieved, but her face was not much better.

"Why do you want to change your number?"

Jiang Yunyou sighed lightly.

I can change the number this time, so what about next time, next time?

Meng Xu looked at her.

Jiang Yunyou raised her eyebrows: "She can bombard me with a phone, but I can't bombard her with a phone?" I'm going to bomb for twenty-four hours! ”

Meng Xu: "......"

He choked before he spoke: "You have been taken away?" ”

"Nope."

Jiang Yunyou looked lazy: "I just think that some people, the more they let go, the more they kick their noses in the face." Anyway, it's already torn up, so there's no need to be polite. ”

Meng Xu didn't understand what kind of tearing face it was.

But that's clearly not the focus right now.

"Your phone is turned off, and you shouldn't have paid attention to the news on the Internet."

He handed the mobile phone directly to Jiang Yunyou: "The set of photos sent yesterday afternoon, Ning Ou forwarded it, and the response was very good." ”

Jiang Yunyou looked at him suspiciously.

"Yes, something went wrong."

Meng Xu met her gaze and said, "In the early hours of this morning, a fashion blogger suddenly posted that the dress you were wearing was a pirated version of Haute Couture. Ning Ou responded that your skirt was provided by him, and the fashion blogger switched to scolding Ning Ou for plagiarism. ”

Jiang Yunyou took the phone.

Soon she understood the ins and outs of the future.

A fashion blogger named Yu Ji, who is not too popular, posted a small composition in the early hours of the morning, saying that Jiang Yunyou is a little star, if he is not popular, he will not be popular, if he has no money, he will have no money, and if he can't afford to buy high-end clothes, he will forget it, and asked her why she wants to wear pirated copies.

Po out two figures.

One is one of the photos Jiang Yunyou posted on Weibo yesterday, and the other one doesn't know who it is.

At least Jiang Yunyou doesn't know it.

Jiang Yunyou glanced at it, and had to say that this skirt did look a bit similar.

Ning Ou is also a violent temper.

When this topic was stirred up, he angrily turned to Weibo and asked-

[Piracy? The dress she wore was provided by me, and I also want to know whose version it was stolen! What the hell is the one on the right, and the design of the three sections is embarrassed to say that my skirt is a pirated version of it? Give it face? On texture, style, and design, is it okay for Jiang Yunyou to wear this one to throw it a few streets? You're still a fashion blogger, phew! 】

It's quite domineering!

But this blogger named Yujiao also fought back.

【Yuji: Your skirt? It's just laughing to death, how is your skirt exactly the same as the G family's new autumn style this year! It's the first time I've seen plagiarism so bold! /Smile. 】

Jiang Yunyou: "......? ”

Seeing this, she had a not-so-mature idea in her mind.

"Brother Meng."

She looked up at Meng Xu, her eyes were confused: "This is called Yuji, does she want to hammer me, or does she want to hammer Ning Ou?" ”