He said he doesn't love me

"Is there a smell?" Tang Yihe was not annoyed. After all, Li Cheng didn't come back often, and it rained a lot in the summer, so it was normal for the quilt to have a little smell.

Sun Yichu shook his head and huddled under the quilt. Seeing that he was really going to sleep, Tang Yihe stopped talking. He got up and sat beside the bed, watching him fall asleep.

Soon, the man fell asleep.

Tang Yihe typed with one hand, and when he saw that the person showed no signs of waking up, he switched to using both hands. He took the tablet and opened the work file. He could go to the company less often for the time being, but he couldn't delay work for too long.

After all, there are so many people waiting to eat, and it is impossible to delay everyone's work for Sun Yichu alone. Low efficiency will naturally affect the performance and salary of subordinates.

This is what he doesn't want to see.

Suddenly, a message popped up on the top of the tablet, showing that it was from Shen Ranbai.

Tang Yihe frowned and wiped away the pop-up message window, but the next second, another message came.

He could no longer bear it and was about to reply to Shen Ranbai saying that he was not the real person, but when he opened the message interface, his eyes could not help but stay on the message sent by Shen Ranbai.

Ran Bai: "Yi Chu, did you know that you are on the trending search?"

Ran Bai: "Don't listen to those people. They are like that. They will say something nonsense at the slightest sign of trouble."

Tang Yihe narrowed her eyes, exited the interface and clicked on Weibo, only to see that the number one hot search was the one with the program prefix.

" #Shock!! @RoseStar's unknown guest won the championship, is there a shady plot in the show?! #Attached photo#Attached photo#"

Tang Yihe raised her eyebrows and clicked on it. She saw that the number of hits on the post was still increasing and the number of comments had reached over 100,000.

Eating a pig's trotter: "Fuck, God is so transparent!!!"

Can't See Me Can't See Me: "Can anyone tell me why this person is called a nobody like me?"

Chuan Chuan Maluo: "Hahahahahaha, I'm dying of laughter. He was able to snatch Xie Chi's position. If this isn't a conspiracy, what could it be?!"

Wow, it's a cat! "Damn you! This is our young master. He travels around the world in branded clothes. Do you know how valuable they are? Why are you just showing off?!"

It hurts, be gentle! "That's right, the order of appearance must be decided by the director, what does it have to do with our young master?!"

Xie Chi is mine: "Oh my, you guys are blinded by money, right? You call everyone "Young Master" and you are born to be a slave!!"

It hurts, be gentle! @Xie Chi is mine: "Yo yo yo, that's really not as good as someone like you who only daydreams, Xie Chi is yours?! Did he agree?!"

Please call me a bystander: "Go away, let this detective check the truth of the matter!! "Picture" Cat poking its head out jpg."

Tiantian Jingjingjing: "Oh shit, oh shit, brothers, Shen Ranbai is back from the dead!!! Come quickly!!! Show me the way @沈然白"

Ranbai Tatami: "What what, our brother?! Oh oh oh, I'm coming, hubby!!! Tatami, go ahead!!!"

Blue Drift Bottle: "It is confirmed, everyone. This is the real young master! "Picture" "Picture" "Picture" First of all, the market value of this piano is nearly 100 million. Secondly, the clothes he wore for the event were exquisitely made and not old-fashioned. If you look closely, you can't see the brand logo. He should have a separate designer. And you look carefully, what is behind him "Picture" "Picture""

Maomao: "Let me see, I have titanium dog eyes, I'll go first!"

Maomao: "…Fuck this mansion, fuck this beautiful horse, fuck this Rolls-Royce, fuck fuck fuck fuck, are those servants in the back?! Wait, the servant in the front, are you interested in working for the young master together?!"

Hahahaha: "Oh, it's so lively, my little master is so handsome! Muah muah muah!!!"

It hurts, be gentle! @哈哈哈哈: "Eh~~Wipe your saliva, or the young master will hit you with a golden brick."

Tang Yihe scanned the posts for a while, and seeing that the insults had basically disappeared, he was no longer in the mood to read. He followed netizens and fans to Shen Ranbai's account, and saw that the first post was posted on the 13th, and the second was posted three hours ago.

June 13th, 9:25.

Shen Ranbai: "@一只小猪「玫瑰」「玫瑰」This is the first time for the kid to record a show. I hope everyone will take good care of him. Come on! @玫瑰之星 clean show official blog「玫瑰」「玫瑰」"

June 26th, 4:05.

Shen Ranbai: "Great! I'm happy for you. I've been thinking a lot during this period, and I still hope to give myself a satisfactory ending. Tatami, I'm back. I hope things will get better and better in the future. I wish you and us "Rose" @A Little Pig"

Ever since Shen Ranbai got into trouble, he hasn't updated his Weibo. Now, more than a year has passed, and he posted on Weibo again, both of which were about this little pig.

Netizens speculated whether the two had some hidden relationship. But before the matter could ferment, it was suppressed by the fans of Shen Ranbai and Sun Yichu.

I am a tatami: "It's toxic, can't we just be good friends? Oh my, my husband is back, I'm going to eat KFC to celebrate!!!"

To dye my hair white, I dyed it with white highlights: "Hubby, my eyes are always full of stars.jpg"

Dye a strand of white, emit a ray of light: "Wow, my male god finally figured it out!!! Just come back, just come back baby, we are always here!!!"

Ranzhu: "See, I told you that Ranbai and the young master must be really good friends!!"

Shrimp and egg are not delicious: "Ah no, the one in front, have you thought of the CP name?"

Dyed White Pig: “Yes!”

Tang Yihe silently exited Weibo, and his hands, which were about to do something behind the scenes, stopped.

He had originally thought of going to the official blog if the situation got out of control, but suddenly he curled the corners of his lips, and traced the photo he had just saved with his fingers, and the curve of his mouth gradually deepened.

No wonder Sun Yichu’s fans call him Young Master; the origin of this name is somewhat funny.

That was Sun Yichu's first post, a video of him watering flowers. He held a watering can in his hand, but his watering movements were extremely cruel, as if he wanted to pour the water directly onto the flowers.

The scene was horrible. In the end, the flower servant beside him couldn't bear it anymore and whispered "young master", and the man took the spray bottle away. When Sun Yichu posted the video, he probably didn't watch it carefully, so the word "young master" was particularly clear.

Later, those fans somehow started calling him "Young Master" one by one, and Sun Yichu didn't correct them. He probably didn't think there was anything wrong with the title.

"Isn't it just the young master..." Tang Yihe sent the photos to his account, intending to integrate them into an album. Just as he was about to exit the software, he felt a sharp pain in his arm.

Tang Yihe quickly put down the tablet, reached out and gently patted the hand that was pinching her tightly: "It's okay, don't be afraid, it's my brother, it's my brother..."

He didn't pull back his arm until he relaxed a little. There were clearly visible nail marks on it, and the skin was broken and red.

Tang Yihe sighed and half-lay beside him to sleep with him. Not long after he lay down, Li Cheng came to call them for dinner.

"Asleep?" Li Cheng pushed the door open and saw that only the light at the bedside was on, so he guessed that Sun Yichu should be asleep.

Tang Yihe nodded, got up and left the bed: "I've slept for almost forty minutes." He rubbed his sore arms, walked to the table, poured a glass of water, and then woke up Sun Yichu.

"Get up, Dad made your favorite pickled fish." Li Cheng gave him a pair of slippers and pulled him up.

Tang Yihe handed him some water, and after drinking a glass of water, Sun Yichu finally sobered up a little. He pointed at the tablet, and Li Cheng immediately handed it to him.

"I have a headache from sleeping." He pouted bitterly and raised his hand to rub his forehead, trying to relieve the pain.

Li Cheng and Tang Yihe didn't think much about it. They just thought he had slept too long and took him to the living room.

Sun Yichu blinked hard, but he always felt that everything in front of him was double. His head hurt badly, as if someone had thrown it over and over again, hit it again and again, and then randomly pressed it back.

"I feel uncomfortable." He sat on the chair irritably. Before the food was served, he wanted to get up and leave.

Tong Wangshu glanced at him and saw that he did not look well. He quickly reached out and touched his forehead: "Qing Yu, bring a thermometer over here. His face is too pale. Did he have heatstroke?"

"Ah..." Sun Yichu opened his mouth, but when the tablet was handed to him, he suddenly forgot what he wanted to say.

"What's wrong?" Li Xujing and Tan Yulan also came over, but were pulled back a few steps by Hongying: "Maybe he has heatstroke, don't be around him."

Li Cheng glanced at the thermometer and found that the temperature was normal. "It shouldn't be heat stroke."

Sun Yichu nodded, indicating that he just felt a little dizzy and had no other discomfort.

Tang Yihe frowned and poured him a glass of water, "Drink some. If you still don't feel better, we'll go to the hospital."

Feng Xu touched his chin and looked at Sun Yichu's face carefully for a long time. He narrowed his eyes and said, "Did you get irritated because you ate too many snacks?"

Sun Yichu was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look out the window guiltily. After waiting for a while, his condition improved a lot and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"Eat, eat, and rest early after eating." Tan Yulan served a bowl of soup to Sun Yichu, and then served another bowl to Li Cheng. She turned her head and looked at Hong Ying and Feng Xu and said with a smile: "Eat more. Yichu really likes this. You can try it too."

Red Eagle nodded and said, "Okay, we can do it ourselves. Just sit down and don't worry about us."

Li Qihe was not very hungry, so he took two bites and sat aside. He blew on the teacup, looked up at a few people, lowered his head and blew again, until he could no longer feel any heat, and then he drank the tea in the cup.

"Ah..." Sun Yichu tugged at Li Cheng's clothes and handed him the bowl. Li Cheng looked at him and saw that he still had half a bowl of rice. He was a little confused: "Do you want more?"

Sun Yichu shook his head, then put down his chopsticks, indicating that he didn't want to eat anymore.

Li Cheng nodded, took out the last shrimp from the bowl and peeled it, "This is the last one, eat it."

"Ah." Sun Yichu had no choice but to put the shrimp into his mouth, and stood up and sat next to Li Qihe. The fruits in front of him were all his favorites, but he really had no appetite to eat now.

I don't know if it's because I slept too much, but the feeling of boredom still lingers in my heart. He swallowed, trying to get rid of the feeling, but it was no use.

He had no choice but to open his tablet and play to divert his attention.

"Oh, by the way, Yichu. Ranbai was looking for you just now, and I accidentally saw your message. Please reply to him." Tang Yihe took a sip of soup and said, "I just took a look. It was not intentional."

Sun Yichu turned his head to look at him, then lowered his eyes and typed: "It's okay, brother can read it."

He smiled and then opened the app to reply to Shen Ranbai's message.

After dinner, everyone went back to their rooms.

When Li Cheng came out of the shower, he saw Sun Yichu lying on the bed in pajamas, with the tablet in his hand still on, illuminating the small space.

"Are you still not asleep?" He leaned over to take a look. It was still the same wilderness survival, the same familiar cry for help. Li Cheng couldn't help but pursed his lips and smiled, "Do you really like watching this?"

Sun Yichu turned around and smiled at him, then typed, "Looks good. I couldn't find a hair dryer, so my towel is wet. It's in the washing machine, waiting for my hair to dry."