[you from the stars] watch

The winter morning looked unusually cool, and the pedestrians on the road were all wrapped in thick cotton clothes, and their warm breath turned into white mist, which quickly dissipated.

The hard and cold floor-to-ceiling windows isolate the cold color outside, and the heating emits a thin mist on the glass.

She slowly woke up from the bed when the white sunlight shone through the gaps in the curtains. She rubbed her still sore forehead and sat up with her hands on the bed. Looking at the time, it was already past the time for school. time.

However, absenteeism has long been commonplace for her.

She changed some wrinkled clothes, walked out of the room wearing house slippers, looked at the empty house, just lowered her eyelids and walked slowly to the table, poured a glass of cold water and drank it to wake herself up, glanced at To the white dining table.

There was no breakfast on the table as usual, but she was sure that he came back last night.

Because it smells like him...

She put down the water glass, and didn't bother to find out when he left. She picked up the remote control and turned on the TV. In a deserted house, some sound is always needed.

The news on the TV is broadcasting the incident that actor Han Yura fell into the river and died yesterday at the wedding of actor Lu Sumei.

——"The police are now investigating the case, but it has been revealed that Han Yura's death was mainly suicide. There were no injuries in the autopsy report, and there were no clues in the live video to reveal whether it was homicide. However, according to people, Han Yu-ra had a quarrel with the national actor Cheon Song-yi, and was even insulted by Cheon Song-yi in the beauty salon. Medicine for depression was also found in Han Yu-ra's home. Both Cheon Song-yi and Han Yu-ra attended that night The wedding does not rule out the possibility of Han Yoo-ra committing suicide because of Cheon Song-yi's exacerbated illness..."

She looked at the news that the cause of Han Yoo-ra's death was vaguely pointed to Qian Songyi, and she frowned beautifully.

It seems that nothing happened to Qian Songyi last night, but...she seems to have caused a lot of trouble...

At this time, the doorbell rang intensively.

Xu Yijing turned off the TV, walked to the door and opened it, a figure rushed in directly...

Do Minjun sat on the sofa with his arms folded, staring straight ahead absentmindedly, and had kept doing this for half an hour.

Zhang Yingmu, who was stewing soup in the kitchen, cautiously poked his head out for a look, then retracted cautiously.

The whole house was eerily quiet, except for the gurgling sound of the soup being boiled.

Dou Minjun sighed suddenly, fell down, and lay straight on the sofa like a plank, and maintained this movement in a daze.

Zhang Yingmu poured the soup into a bowl and carefully brought it out and put it on the table in front of Du Minjun, "Drink some soup, you have been in this state all morning."

"I don't want to drink..." His voice was obviously lacking in energy.

"Axi, after all, it's the soup I made for you to give up going on an anniversary trip with my wife!" Zhang Yingmu said dissatisfiedly, "I've known you for decades, and this is the first time I've seen you like this , Could it be..." His eyes suddenly lit up, "Who do you like? Only when there is someone you like, will you have this look of being out of your mind!"

"No," his expression didn't fluctuate, which made Zhang Yingmu feel discouraged all of a sudden, but the next sentence made Zhang Yingmu's eyes widen all of a sudden, "I have been haunting the back of a man's head in my mind..."

"What... what?" Zhang Yingmu opened his mouth wide because of surprise, "You...you fell in love with a man?" Zhang Yingmu said to himself again, "No wonder I haven't known you for decades. Seeing which woman you have been tempted by..."

"..." Du Minjun stroked his forehead speechlessly.

Since last night, that scene has been recurring in his mind.

Her face was pink, her eyes were quietly closed, her slender eyelashes left a faint shadow on her skin, and the boy who could only see the back of his head was actually kissing her.

That's right, the back of the head!The back of his head had made him too depressed to think about anything else...

"When you are in a bad mood, watch a comedy. There just happened to be a good comedy recently." Zhang Yingmu gave him a sympathetic look, picked up the remote control and turned on the TV, and the one that jumped into his eyes was the one from last night. The death of actor Han Yoo-ra caused a lot of noise.

Do Min Joon also sat up from the sofa when he heard Cheon Song Yi's name, and watched the news with a serious expression, his complexion became more and more bad...

Xu Yijing looked at Qian Songyi who was sitting awkwardly on the sofa, and handed her a glass of juice.

"Yijing, thank you for letting me come in and hide for a while." Qian Songyi took the juice and thanked her sincerely.

"Song Ioni, you..." She was about to speak when the doorbell rang again.

Qian Songyi hid behind the sofa like a frightened bird, only showing two pairs of beautiful eyes, "What should I do, the reporter must be here!"

Yijing thought for a while, walked to the door and looked at the dozens of reporters standing at the door on the screen, turned around and said to the nervous Qian Songyi, "Song Yioni, you hide first, I will send them away .”

Seeing that she was about to open the door, Qian Songyi didn't bother to say anything, and lay down behind the sofa without daring to breathe.

The reporters who were ready to take pictures at the door saw the door opened and immediately pointed their cameras at it. They were all stunned when they saw Xu Yijing, who was only wearing simple home clothes, with black soft long hair hanging on his chest.

Is this girl plain?That skin is too good, the face is also very beautiful...

I don't know who coughed, but everyone woke up and started their interview.

"Miss, are you Qian Songyi's neighbor?"

Xu Yijing just looked at them blankly, and the air pressure around him continued to drop, "What are you doing?"

"... Huh?" The reporters looked at each other.

There was a sneer in the corner of her mouth, "If I remember correctly, this should be a high-end residential area, no one else can come in, you standing here has completely affected the daily life of us residents, and blocking the door has also affected us. Going out, if you don't mind, I can call the community security to ask you to go down." She deliberately increased the volume of the word please.

"Well...we just want to interview you about Qian Songyi." The reporter also had some cold sweat on his forehead under the cold aura.

"Ah, by the way," she glanced at the camera, and the cameraman holding the camera trembled subconsciously, "Did I agree to let you do the interview? Isn't this a violation of my personal portrait rights and rights?" Privacy right? If possible, I can also ask a well-known lawyer I know to send a lawsuit to your TV station."

"..." The reporters silently put away their cameras.

Her eyes looked around the crowd casually, then turned around and went in and closed the door.

The reporters were unconsciously relieved after waiting for her to walk in.

what does that feel like...

Why do I feel like my throat is being strangled and I can't breathe...

When Xu Yijing glanced at the screen again, there were indeed a lot fewer reporters outside the door, only two or three were quietly guarding the door of Qian Songyi's house, eating without making a sound.

"Yijing, you are really amazing!" Qian Songyi also looked at the scene outside with admiration. The media reporters who had always been like tigers and wolves were tamed by a little girl like Yijing. Compared with her company, it is much more efficient.

"I can help O'Neill solve this time, but I can't continue to solve it forever." She said lightly, these words directly poured cold water on the excited Qian Songyi.

Qian Songyi lowered her head dejectedly, "Thinking about it, I'm too aggrieved, I didn't do anything, why do I hide from these reporters! Axi, really..."

Qian Songyi was complaining, when her stomach suddenly grumbled twice, she smiled sarcastically, touched her stomach and looked up at Yijing innocently, "I didn't eat anything last night, and I don't eat anything today. Did not have time……"

"...There should be something to eat in the refrigerator..."

"Yijing, thank you!" Qian Songyi put aside those troubles, thanked her with a smile, and then ran to the kitchen.

Xu Yijing turned around and was about to turn off the screen when he saw Qian Yun, who was still in school uniform, walking to the door of Qian Songyi's house with her head down and ringing the doorbell, which soon attracted the attention of several reporters outside the door. After the incident came out, the reporters picked up everything about her brother and mother.

After recognizing Qian Yunzai, the reporters' eyes lit up, and they finally found someone worth interviewing!

——"As Cheon Song-yi's younger brother, what do you think about Han Yu-ra's death last night?"

——"Do you know how your sister's reputation is in the circle? Does she like playing big names and having a bad temper as others say?"

…………

Qian Yunzai's face was just somber, with an impatient light flashing in his eyes, and he tried his best to put aside the hands of the reporters who were holding his clothes tightly.

"Uncles."

A clear and familiar voice sounded, and Qian Yun was also a little surprised when he saw Xu Yijing when he turned around, but after thinking about it, she lived next to his sister's house, so it's not surprising that she appeared here.

When the reporters saw her, they quickly let go of their grip on Qian Yun's clothes, and gave her a mocking smile.

Xu Yijing's eyes glanced at them, "I told you not to interview people who don't want to be interviewed." Then her gaze was placed on Qian Yunzai, "Come in."

Although Qian Yunzai didn't know why the reporters listened to her so much, he still followed her into her house.

"You know my sister is at home..." As soon as the door was closed, Qian Yun was busy asking her questions about Qian Songyi.

"Yunzai?" Qian Songyi, who came out of the kitchen, saw Yunzai who appeared in Yijing's house, and his eyes widened in surprise.

When Qian Yun turned around and saw Qian Song Yi who was holding bibimbap in his hand and a few grains of rice sticking to the corner of his mouth, his face turned dark, and he stroked his forehead with his hands in pain.

When everyone was worried about her, she didn't realize that something happened to her, okay...

A black car was parked downstairs in the luxurious apartment, and a man in a black suit said into a Bluetooth headset, "Yes, we have been monitoring her under her residence, but now there are many reporters here."

"If it's at the residence, don't do it, wait until she's alone." A deep voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Yes." The man hung up the phone respectfully.

The author has something to say:

Calling Beast's mental journey: Grass and mud horse, for Mao Laozi, every time he sees a kiss scene, he will go crazy!Every time I see it, I have a needle eye!

Tell the beast to hold on...

Thanks to House Fat Cat for mine~-3-

Please continue to collect and support~ I have been a little bit small recently, give the author motivation~~