The daily life of the popular celebrity ex

"Go to the doctor if you are sick, and you don't have to use your illness to sell me misery," Zhu Jun almost yelled, "An Rui, I don't fucking owe you, you heard clearly Well, I—don’t—ow—you—of—"

"I can hear clearly," An Rui's voice was very soft, but enough for Zhu Jun to hear clearly, "but I'm going to go crazy. If I don't go crazy, I will really go crazy."

Zhu Jun didn't want to say anything more to An Rui, so he hung up the phone directly, and within a few minutes, the phone rang again, this time it was Zhou Lan who called.

Zhu Jun wiped his face, stabilized his emotions, and connected the phone.

To his surprise, Zhou Lan didn't come to question Xin Hot Search, but just asked him: "Zhu Jun, when are you coming back?"

"I'll go back in half a month," Zhu Jun's voice was very gentle, his brain spinning rapidly, trying to coax his boyfriend to be happier, "I bought a lot of interesting handicrafts, and I will pack them for you later , you must really like it after reading it.”

"You don't need to waste money like that. I don't lack anything. My counselor came to see me today and said a few words without pain, and I dismissed him."

"Do you need me to talk to him?"

"No, our school is more tolerant. The counselor is also afraid that I will have psychological problems. When he finds that I am alive and kicking, he will not worry much."

"Then do you want to take a few days off and come and play with me?"

"Will it delay your business?"

"What's the delay?"

"The paparazzi have photographed you shopping side by side with a handsome man in the ancient town."

"That's a friend I met by chance. I have the opportunity to introduce you to each other."

"It's unnecessary to know."

"Huh?" Zhu Jun was a little puzzled.

"Didn't you notice, he looks a bit like me, and also a bit like An Rui."

"Are you kidding, how do you look alike." Zhu Jun heard this kind of statement for the first time, and he just felt baffled.

"Some netizens compared the photos of the three of us. There are quite a lot of similarities. You can look online when you have time."

"This kind of game of finding similarities is just a forced comparison. Some people will even fine-tune your photos to make them look more similar visually."

Zhu Jun's speech speed inexplicably accelerated, he was unhappy, and inexplicably panicked.

"It's really similar," Zhou Lan sighed, "You brought me home because I look like An Rui, and I can barely be regarded as An Rui's substitute."

"So, why did you bring An Rui home? Just because he is your idol?"

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"Your thinking is too divergent." Zhu Jun tried to explain the problem calmly, "I didn't regard An Rui as a substitute, and I didn't regard you as An Rui's substitute. Maybe at the beginning, because you look alike, I couldn't help but help you, but when I agreed to associate with you, in my eyes, you were Zhou Lan, not anyone's substitute."

"You said that I look a lot like your ex-boyfriend." Zhou Lan's tone was also calm, and the two of them didn't seem to be discussing any sharp topics.

"At that time, I hoped to persuade you to leave. I was afraid that you were too young to distinguish between gratitude and liking."

"Then can you tell what is like and what is like like?"

Zhou Lan asked a plausible question, but Zhu Jun understood strangely—Zhou Lan was asking him if he didn't like him.

"Of course I can tell, I like you, there is no doubt about it."

Zhu Jun gave a sincere standard answer, but Zhou Lan didn't buy it.

He said: "You can look at the photos secretly taken on the Internet. In the photos, you look at that man's eyes more affectionately than you look at me."

"Adjust the light, or randomly post the picture, and then talk according to the picture. Even if I look at a pig, I can be blown into affection by the media account."

Zhou Lan was silent for a while, and said, "Zhu Jun, I don't want to quarrel with you."

"I'm not arguing with you. I'm explaining this to you. Your thoughts and way of thinking are wrong. You just need to believe that I like you very much, and that's enough."

"But I can't find the reason why you like me, except that I am a substitute." Zhou Lan yelled directly on the other end of the phone, "Zhu Jun, I can't feel your liking for me, I have been having nightmares every day recently , In the dream, you always waved at me, turned around and left."