Xia Qing opened her lips in astonishment, she had imagined the scene of meeting "Purple" many times, and imagined the girl's various postures.

Because it's separated from the Internet, there are endless possibilities.

But she never expected that when this friend appeared in front of her, he would actually look like a Garfield doll.

Because of the heavy doll costume, even the voice is so muffled that it is difficult to hear really, and it is difficult to distinguish between male and female.

In fact, Bo Junye in the doll costume also couldn't figure out his psychology.

Obviously they had already arrived at the door, but they were unsettled, as if they were shy and timid.

He is in the entertainment industry, scolding Fang Xuan, and shouting for a controversial plot with a famous director who has won more than a dozen awards!

However, at this moment......

It's inside the door, outside the door, he actually got nervous, last time Zhong Nuo was sent by another person, this unresolved matter has always been like a thorn in his heart, he doesn't know if it will be a mistake to go out now, pushing this girl farther and farther.

Because if his identity is not revealed, he can continue to look at her as a "purple" and as a "brother Bo Che".

And if his identity was exposed, he suddenly didn't dare to think about it......

Originally, the doll costume was thick and stuffy, and I was sweating all over, but now because of nervousness and apprehension, the sweat is flowing down like a stream.

"Gay purple?" Xia Qing asked in a low voice, I don't know if this friend on the Internet has something unspeakable, so he doesn't dare to show his true face.

The Garfield doll is funny and has a big head.

And the Garfield, who had been lazy and chubby on Xia Qing's knees, seemed to be greatly frightened at this time, her pupils shrank, she stood up, and stared motionlessly at the Garfield doll that was much bigger than it on the other side.

Xia Qing plucked the coffee with a small spoon with a pink background and gold carving, and whispered, "Actually, if you have a hard time, we won't meet." ”

"No, no, I don't have a hard time." The person on the other side suddenly panicked, "I'm just ......"

Because I care too much, I worry too much.

But I still can't say what I think in my heart.

Xia Qing didn't force "her" anymore, the two of them chatted like this, from the other party's anxiety at the beginning, to later, they gradually found the feeling of "harmony between the piano" and "gradual harmony" on the Internet.

Through the glass window, they don't know how beautiful the picture of this person and a doll sitting face to face looks at the passers-by, as if the impetuous heart has been washed and the time has been refined.

Some passers-by who couldn't hold back even took pictures and made them into mobile phone screensavers.

Xia Qing glanced down at her watch, "Okay, it's not early, I'm leaving." ”

The person on the other side didn't speak, and when she passed by "her", "Purple" stretched out a very good-looking and slender hand and grabbed her, "Don't you want to know my true face?" ”

Xia Qing smiled, "Hearing you say that, you seem to be someone I know in real life." ”

That hand paused, Xia Qing saw it, but smiled very casually, "No matter who you are, I don't care, in my heart, you are my friend." ”

As soon as his hand was suddenly released, Bo Junye watched Xia Qing leave his sight...... Clearly......