Fake it on a dating show

Lin Xingyue closed her eyes subconsciously, flustered like a small animal being grabbed by the back of the neck, stiff and afraid to move.

Zhao Minglang's heart skipped a beat, that kiss almost slipped down and landed on the corner of the other's lips.

The driver's sudden brake stopped her, a kiss hit Lin Xingyue's cheek, and then Lin Xingyue crashed into Zhao Minglang's arms.

puff, puff-

The sound of the beating heart pierced into the ears clearly, shaking the eardrums of people numb.

Zhao Minglang subconsciously folded his arms, which was an instinctive gesture of protection, but Lin Xingyue's first reaction was to struggle, and when the car stopped, he pushed him away.

Like a real frightened rabbit.

The moment the car door opened, Lin Xingyue hurriedly jumped out of the car.

Zhao Minglang took a step behind, still sitting on the spot, touching the corner of his lips in a daze.

"It's just ahead, I won't drive past, please get off." An impatient voice came from the front.

The driver's eyes were reflected in the rearview mirror, shock mixed with a little disgust, so vivid that he didn't even bother to hide it.

Zhao Minglang accidentally caught his gaze, his heart skipped a beat, and his burning thoughts instantly cooled down.

"Sorry." She paid the fare, got out of the car, and chased after Lin Xingyue.

What is the reason for that look?The question itself is meaningless.

Did she see it too?Could this be a concern for her?

Zhao Minglang just thought so in his heart.

But she neither knew how to ask the question nor had the opportunity to.

Lin Xingyue arrived home first, hurried through the door and returned to her room.

A note she wrote in a hurry was pasted on the door, to the effect that she was too tired and wanted to rest for a while.

Nothing else was mentioned.

After Zhao Minglang entered the door, she didn't even turn on the light, she just read the note by the moonlight, she stood there for a long time, then touched her lower lip subconsciously.

The warm and scalding feeling seems to be still there.

to suffer.

Zhao Minglang could only think of these two words.

The moment she saw the driver's eyes, her first reaction was not shame or shame, but that she should have caught up with Lin Xingyue earlier.

She knew that she liked Lin Xingyue.

She fell in love with Lin Xingyue at first sight.

She didn't want Lin Xingyue to be hurt.

She also imagined that maybe one day she would muster up the courage, or make enough mental preparations, and then seriously confess to Lin Xingyue.

With a bit of luck, they might actually start dating.

……

Zhao Minglang had imagined many things about Lin Xingyue.

But it wasn't until that moment that she suddenly realized that she already liked Lin Xingyue so much.

That's right, if she didn't really like it, how could she be willing to let a complete stranger live in her home and invade her private space without knowing it.

She thought that Lin Xingyue was a frog in her pot of warm water, and sooner or later she would be cooked by herself, but she didn't expect that she had already been in the pot from the beginning.

It's so bad.

Zhao Minglang covered his face.

I can't tell if I'm more happy, or more apprehensive.

In the middle of the night, Mo Yushuang was woken up by a phone call.

Before picking up the phone and scolding the other party, she was startled awake by the voice on the other end of the phone.

"Mo Yushuang?" It was Zhao Minglang's voice.

Mo Yushuang woke up with a start.

"Zhao Minglang?" Mo Yushuang couldn't help screaming, and pulled back to check the caller ID several times before she was sure that the person on the other side was not someone imagined in her nightmare, "Why are you calling me so late?"

She panicked a little.

Could it be that the incident of releasing her company's production crew was discovered?

She hadn't thought of a reasonable reason yet.

After thinking about it in a panic, she felt something was wrong again.

Zhao Minglang seldom deals with official business in his private time, especially at the embarrassing time of one or two o'clock in the morning.

The person on the other end of the phone hasn't spoken for a long time.

After Mo Yushuang calmed down, she could only hear the not-so-smooth breathing on the other side.

"What do you think about Lin Xingyue?" Zhao Minglang asked after a long silence.

"What's going on?" Mo Yushuang's mind was still in a daze, and she was stunned for a while before saying, "The poor little girl who is about to be driven crazy by her family and run away from home?"

Obviously, what Zhao Minglang really wanted to ask was not this question.

"I seem to like her." Zhao Minglang paused, then repeated, "I like Lin Xingyue."

Mo Yushuang only raised her lower eyelids: "Oh."

A word that is not surprising at all.

Mo Yushuang couldn't even muster up the strength to be surprised.

If she had to say it, she was even more surprised why Zhao Minglang insisted on calling her at this time.

"Don't you have anything else to say?" Zhao Minglang asked.

"What do you want me to say? I've been beaten up by you, why do I have to give you emotional counseling in the middle of the night." Mo Yushuang said angrily, "I'm a tool person, too. There is no dignity."

"I just think that you may understand her mood better." Zhao Minglang said, "I'm afraid of scaring her."

"I don't understand her! No one can understand her!" Mo Yushuang choked back even more angrily, "No one is her, no one has experienced what she has experienced, how can they understand her?!"

Mo Yushuang became a little emotional.

Zhao Minglang was also stunned by her sudden outburst.

Perhaps it was at a certain chaotic moment in the early morning that the unintentional words became the key words to turn on the dark switch, and it hit Mo Yushuang's deep pain.

She can easily spit out such high-sounding words when she is peaceful, but in fact, she is full of contempt and contempt, even disgust.

Especially when those words came from Zhao Minglang's mouth.

Zhao Minglang brought back Lin Xingyue.

For a girl who resembles him but is not like him, Mo Yushuang not only likes her, loves her dearly, but also envies her and envies her.

But she has no way to hurt her subjectively.

Mo Yushuang closed her eyes and tried to breathe calmly.

"...What does it have to do with me that you like her?" Mo Yushuang said, "What's the use of knowing you like her? Don't you tell her yourself?"

Won't you tell her yourself.

Zhao Minglang kept repeating these words in his mind.

She tried to find a suitable opportunity, but unfortunately none of the opportunities seemed suitable.

For example, sometimes they go out for a walk with the dog in the morning.

They named the dog Huanhuan, which was officially named in this family.

Huanhuan has a very lively personality. After getting familiar with the environment, she grows up quickly. She wants to smell and step on it everywhere.The two owners were originally walking side by side on the small road among the trees in the community, but one of them was forced to deviate from the original track after a while.

"Huanhuan! Don't tread water!" Lin Xingyue tried to drag the dog back from the grass by the side of the road.

There was a heavy rain not long ago, and there were small puddles full of water everywhere. They tried to walk on the stone road, but the puppy always had an inexplicable preference for the puddles.

Lin Xingyue was caught off guard and was splashed with muddy water.

The young boy passing by pointed at the dog and screamed loudly, wanting to come up and pet it, but Lin Xingyue didn't care about getting dirty, and quickly hugged the dog in her arms and stepped aside.

So Zhao Minglang's sentence "I like you" got stuck in his throat, and he didn't even have a chance to say it.

Otherwise, during the filming of the blind date show, she called Lin Xingyue to a corner where there was no one else during their private time together, and cleared her throat and said that she had something to tell her.

"I like you." It's no longer so easy to say such words.

Lin Xingyue's first reaction was to turn her head to look for the camera.

When she didn't see the camera and photographer, she smiled and replied the same words.

But it was followed by another sentence: "But it seems that there is no filming now, so don't be so dedicated."

Sounds like an act of pure pandering to the man who is the boss.

Certainly not without more formal occasions.

For example, after breakfast, after dinner, and occasionally leaving get off work early to pick up part-time Lin Xingyue.

They also spend a little time alone together for walks, as normal roommates, or even family members.

Lin Xingyue never minded sharing her daily life with Zhao Minglang, but she never took the word "like" seriously.

Zhao Minglang felt a headache and even irritability for a long time.

Not long after, Mo Yushuang received another call from Zhao Minglang in the middle of the night.

This time Mo Yushuang was not sleeping, but at a party. Men and women were making a fuss in a spacious room. When he got to the top, when he heard the phone ringing, he picked it up and put it to his ear without much hesitation.

Zhao Minglang's cold voice was incompatible with the background sound of this group of Moluanwu.

"I said it, but she didn't believe it."

Mo Yushuang's mind was confused, she took the phone away and stared at the caller ID for a while before matching the voice with the name, and it took another half a day to realize what Zhao Minglang meant.

"You really confessed to her?" Mo Yushuang couldn't help laughing, "Why doesn't she believe it?"

"I think it was a joke, or I didn't hear it." Zhao Minglang was not so sure.

"How many times have you confessed?"

"About five times, more precisely, it's seven times."

"Hahahahahahaha." Mo Yushuang laughed unceremoniously, "Did you come here specially to tell me about your failure? Thank you, I was entertained."

She raised the bottle to the person on the other side of the room and took another sip of wine.

The crimson wine that was too late to swallow slid down the neckline.

The man next to her came over and kissed her.

Mo Yushuang drank so hard that she didn't know how crazy she was laughing.

Zhao Minglang was silent on the other side of the phone for a long time before explaining the real reason for coming to Mo Yushuang: "I want to know why you ran away from home in the first place?"

"Sure." Mo Yushuang replied, "Do you need me to write a separate autobiography and send it over?"

"When can we meet?"

"Forget it, I don't want to see you recently, and I'll be unlucky when I see you." Mo Yushuang pouted, "But I can give you a preview of the content of your autobiography. Some people have suffered a little trauma in their hearts. I began to doubt life, doubt the world, and never believe in love—nor believe that anyone will love me.”

The tone is full of contempt and mockery.

For the first time, Zhao Minglang felt a little sad because of this.

But Mo Yushuang didn't need sympathy.

It is no longer needed.

"By the way, let's talk about the matter at the end. Do you think it's too much to say it seven times?" Mo Yushuang said, "It's nothing to say a few times for things that have been missing for more than ten years. If you don't believe it once, say it ten times or a hundred times." , a thousand times, ten thousand times... even if you can't do this, what kind of love is it?"

"drop--"

The phone was hung up.

On the other side, Zhao Minglang stood at the bedroom window, facing the dark night sky, glanced at the hung up cell phone, and couldn't help but sighed softly.

She turned her head to look at where Lin Xingyue's room was, and touched her lower lip.

What she didn't say just now is that Lin Xingyue didn't take those words as a joke once again.

Just ten minutes ago.

They chatted for a while after dinner, they didn't know what irrelevant topic they talked about, Zhao Minglang impulsively stopped Lin Xingyue at the corner when he went upstairs, and blurted out "I love you".

There is no camera at home, and even the dogs below are quietly lying in the kennel and taking a nap, and nothing will disturb them again.

Lin Xingyue's pupils trembled, and then she put on a stiff smile.

Zhao Minglang instinctively felt that she was going to say something that he didn't like, so he blocked her mouth as soon as he lowered his head.

with a kiss.

It was just an impulsive reaction, Zhao Minglang was a little annoyed, but it was too late to withdraw, so he decided to make the mistake, and kissed him for real, his teeth hit the other's lower lip in a hurry, and a faint smell of blood diffused between his lips and teeth.

"It's such a liking. I mean it." The whisper was drowned in the kiss.

The author has something to say: I originally wanted to publish the two chapters together, but the next chapter was wrongly written, and it was completely overturned and rewritten. After finishing writing, it will be released tomorrow