The marketing account is a hot topic, and the title is not normal.

Dinner party is a dinner party, and a "alone" is deliberately added, as if there is some special relationship between the two of them.

Yan Cheng looked at the comments under the topic, his expression was indifferent, like watching an ordinary advertisement, just his fingertips kept sliding on the screen, and he read many in a row.

[Her fans are so interesting, click in and take a look, this star is quite beautiful, fan]

[As soon as Made's fans were on, they fell in love??? 】

[Fortunately, she is not wearing a skirt today, and she has a straight temper, a female star was photographed with the bottom of her skirt before, and the photos were sold on the Internet, it's terrible to think about]

[Reading three hot searches in a day, I said that some celebrities don't be too outrageous in order to heat themselves up, and each itinerary is carefully designed, right? ] The arrangement is quite full.,I can't read the comments]

[In the early hours of the morning: Otoko, you are my sand sculpture family!] Morning: Otoko, you're so just! Now: Otoko, don't think about it, how can you talk to others with Yan Cheng Zhuyu in front of you?! 】

[People didn't talk about it, I watched the video and said that it was just a friend who met and had a meal together]

[I also think, after all, who is in love will take a bag of meat back after eating, I'm embarrassed to do this with people who have a little affection]

[Did you make some money and invest it all in publicity? ] Three trips a day to come in is her name]

[Talk, I can eat anyway, the marriage cp is quite good]

[I don't believe it, I don't believe it! My loyal cp is obviously more matched, but it's all a dream anyway, can't I dream of a more difficult cp?

There are so many people involved in the discussion that exiting and re-entering is another bunch of new comments.

Yan Cheng sat there and watched until the light dimmed and his eyes were a little dry, then he closed his eyes and put down his phone.

It's getting dark.

The two people who were eating had not yet responded.

He got up to turn on the light, then sat down again, this time not looking at his phone, but finally intending to read the script.

Originally, the afternoon arrangement was to read the script and write a small composition for the character, but he wasted time in the complicated Internet news just now, and he should calm down and do the right thing.

The books on the table were not neatly placed on a line, which was too unsightly, Yan Cheng picked up the script and put it down, sorting it out without any expression.

Completely forgot that it was deliberately placed that way.

Tidying up, a little white paper edge popped out from under a book.

He paused, slowly pulling the piece of paper out.

It is Zhong Jiuyin's "Cruise Ship Ballroom Murder Scene", the painting style is messy, and the content makes uninformed people scratch their heads.

She gave him the picture casually, and the paper was crumpled and looked like crumpled scratch paper.

When he came back last night, he pressed it under the book as he passed by the study.

As the day passed, the paper was barely flattened, leaving only a few wrinkles.

Yan Cheng looked at the rough stickman in the painting, but remembered the accident that happened on the cruise ship in his mind.

After lips to lips, her first reaction was to lick the corners of her lips...

Memories only end here, and it's better not to recall the later conversations.

He calmly took another look, folded the drawing, and tucked it into the script as a bookmark.

However, he didn't read the script as planned, and after clipping the bookmark, he left it there and ignored it, picked up his mobile phone and got up again and walked out of the study.

…

When it was completely dark, there was a sudden thunderstorm rolling in the sky, and a boom sounded the precursor signal of heavy rain.

Yan Cheng came out of the bathroom, his hair was still wet, and the water dripping from the ends of his hair fell on his skin when he wiped it, bringing a slight coolness.

He stood in front of the window and watched, the rain had not yet fallen, but he could predict how quickly the rain would fall in the next second.

The curtain was slammed shut, and the sound of metal rubbing against it obscured all other movements, and he pulled it halfway to a halt to listen.

Buzzing, it's the phone ringing.

And it's a video call.

There were not two people who would give him a video, so he stopped in front of the window and stood still, or first completely closed the curtains before walking over unhurriedly.

Sure enough, it was Zhong Jiuyin.

The ringing that kept repeating a melody seemed to suddenly have a difference between the climax and the end, and the bell seemed to be about to break when he walked over.

So without waiting for the brain to give instructions, his fingertips clicked on it in time.

"Hey, I see you." Zhong Jiuyin's voice echoed in his room, and her magnified face was on the screen.

Yan Cheng picked up his mobile phone and sat on the bed, casually wiping his hair and asking, "Something?" ”

Zhong Jiuyin: "It's a bit of a problem. ”

"What's the matter? Someone on the Internet scolded you in the name of my fan, and I asked Sister Xu to contact your agent to clarify and see when your agent would respond. ”

After speaking, he said casually: "But I think you need to clarify more than one thing, there is a lot of discussion on the Internet about today's matter, if you don't explain it clearly, you will be pulled out and stepped on every time you are on the hot search in the future." ”

Zhong Jiuyin's face on the screen was a little farther away, and she could see her clothes and long hair that was scattered.

"Brother Qian is dealing with it, and he won't let me go online and post Weibo by myself." She replied a little out of shape.

Yan Cheng pursed his lips: "Why?" To admit or deny the relationship, it is best to come forward in person. ”

"What romance?" Zhong Jiuyin reacted, "Me and you? ”

It was rare that Yan Cheng didn't show a speechless expression at her nonsense, and his eyelashes trembled slightly.

"You don't know what to say online?"

She asked, "How so?" ”

“… See for yourself. "He's got the information he wants, and he doesn't want to talk about anyone else.

The corners of his lips were loosened in a straight line, and he continued to wipe his hair, skipping the question and asking again: "It's not because of this, then why are you looking for me?" ”

The tone of the question, compared to the one just now, was the difference between the fields in spring and the ice in winter, although neither the speaker nor the absent-minded and obedient person noticed it.

Zhong Jiuyin's eyes were staring at the middle of the screen, not turning, obviously looking at something, and half of what he said was a repetition of useless words.

"There's such a thing, and the main thing is... Anyway, there is something going on. ”

"......" Yan Cheng put down the towel, turned sideways to turn on the bedside lamp, and sat patiently again, "What makes you so difficult to start...... You..."

His words came to an abrupt halt, replaced by a look of surprise.

I saw two blood paths suddenly emerging from under the bridge of the nose of the person on the screen, and the nosebleed rushed out of her face and dripped on her clothes.

"Me? What am I? She was still staring at the screen, feeling that something was not quite right, and raised her hand to rub her nose.

“…… You have a nosebleed, look for paper. Yan Cheng straightened up, his face was closer to the camera, and he frowned.

"Huh? Nosebleed?! ”

Over there, Zhong Jiuyin woke up like a dream, wiped his hand and raised it to see, his fingertips were bloody, and he quickly slipped out of bed to find paper to block his nose.

She originally intended to make a decision against her ancestors tonight, who knew that Kaiping was a beautiful man with a bathrobe with a slit open, and the perfect opening sentence was useless, and her nosebleed flowed freely.

Yan Cheng still asked in his mobile phone: "What's the matter with you?" Haven't recovered from the aftermath of a car accident? ”

She covered her nose with a piece of paper and returned to her phone, her eyes dark and her voice buzzing.

"Probably not."

"What caused you to have a nosebleed now?"

"Could it be you?" Her eyes were penetrating, digging into the gaps in his bathrobe.

Yan Cheng: "......"

There is an illusion of being offended by electric currents.

The surrounding area is out, do you think you will start the activity on which day?