Bai Yueguang always thinks she is a substitute

Unsurprisingly, Yan Yao received a threatening email from the paparazzi the next day.

"Yan Yao, use 1000 million to buy this photo."

Attached is a photo of them kissing.

It was Yan Yao who deliberately walked to a bright place, turned his face to the camera, stood still for a long time to pose, and gathered the high-definition big picture.

Yan Yao deleted the email and ordered the studio to stand still.

Success or failure depends on one stroke, and he is bound to win.

Sure enough, the photo was posted on the Internet at noon the next day, becoming Yan Yao's first gossip since his debut three years ago.

The popularity of the incident continued to rise. From the beginning, "the actor's night meeting with an unknown man" slowly fermented into "the gay actor was adopted".

Keyboard warriors are like blind cats who have caught a mouse, spraying out relics with their mouths full, releasing the upper-level energy that they could not digest through the incorrect mouth.

"Is there anyone going through the back door in 0202? (pun intended)"

"Shouldn't homosexuality be banned?"

"The trophy is fake. I have long thought that his acting skills are not as good as dogs."

"Fans turned to black, no wonder YY's attitude towards fans is so bad, it turns out that there is a backstage."

"Upstairs, it's not good. Your mother's hearse killed your family. Double happiness!"

"Are all YY fans underage? They don't even have the ability to tell right from wrong."

"Really, block him quickly. What our country needs is not such a star full of negative energy. How many underage children have been brought down!"

Yan Yao browsed through the news that scolded him or defended him, and couldn't get agitated in his heart.

He just silently calculated the popularity of the incident, thinking about what to do next.

Not enough, wait until night.

The bell rang, it was Zheng Ming.

Yan Yao went out.

Weng Jinque suddenly pushed open the door of Ji Zhuyi's office, his face flushed with anger.

He walked up to Ji Zhuyi aggressively, grabbed his collar, and yelled, "Ji Zhuyi! Are you fucking with him again?!"

Ji Zhuyi knocked off his hand, straightened his collar and stood up: "He is just Party B that I keep."

"Ji Zhuyi, do you really think I'm a fool? You haven't forgotten him for three fucking years abroad, do you think I can't see it?"

Ji Zhuyi glanced at him: "I have no feelings for him anymore."

Weng Jinque became even more angry: "Neighbor Mala, are you a dog licker? The first time he dumped you, you had a stomach piercing with a foreign drink, and after another three years, he dumped you again, do you have to go to your grandpa?" ah?"

Weng Jinque felt aphasia, apologized first, and then persuaded: "Old Ji, I didn't say that you two have been in love for three years, and you don't even know what his parents do. Does he like you?" ? Do you want to live with you?"

"You just healed the scar and forgot the pain, listen to my brother's advice, hurry up and find your way back!"

Ji Zhuyi pushed him away and left the office.

He staggered and walked to the bar street behind University B.

This name was ordered by Ji Zhuyi, and there is actually a bar here, but this bar is all Ji Zhuyi's memory of this street.

At that time, Yan Yao was working here, wearing a white shirt, black trousers, curly hair, and his skin glowed white among the mass-produced black monkeys for military training.

Ji Zhuyi came here when he had nothing to do, sat on the bar counter, ordered a glass of wine, and just stared at Yan Yao.

One day, Ji Zhuyi saw Yan Yao outside the bar on Bar Street.

To be honest, Yan Yao is very unconventional, he prefers cool colors in his clothes, and his temperament and voice are also chilly. Standing on this dirty street, he is really out of place.

Especially when there was an expression on his face that was out of tune with him.

That was when Ji Zhuyi saw Zheng Xi for the first time: a mature man, strong and straight, who could make Yan Yao blush with laughter.

What a nuisance.

Ji Zhuyi held the wine: "It's really annoying."

He paid the bill and decided to go home, but suddenly saw two people standing on the street.

Yan Yao, there is another one... I saw the face, it's the sick man!

Ji Zhuyi went home and got on the plane that night.