Every night, there are always a few piaos knocking on the door

Ye Zhaohong actually didn't know what he meant by "counterfeit", but he still instinctively hated the word.

The black shadow entered his sea of ​​consciousness again in a flash, "You don't need to know what this means, I'll tell you, you..."

Ye Zhaohong interrupted: "The things you designed have never succeeded once, so this time there is no problem?"

"..." Heiying's voice paused, and he said angrily, "Do you think I'm you? You're pretending to be smart, you're obsessed with Wei Yu, and you're dealing with Ling Chuan, which is useful? You don't know him at all, He is soft-hearted, but it is relative. What you want to do must be done before he makes up his mind. If you wait for him to make up his mind, it will be too late."

Ye Zhaohong didn't make a sound, and it took a long time before he said: "This time... is there any problem?"

Heiying snorted, "It's useless to deal with Ling Chuan. Suzaku and Xuanwu are twins, and no amount of things can cut off their connection."

Ye Zhaohong pursed his lips, "Then what's the use of the dream you modified for him?"

Sombra laughed, "You will know."

"What about your arrangement?"

"You'll know."

Ye Zhaohong hammered the bed board heavily as if discouraged.

On the balcony separated by a wall.

The balcony door was suddenly pushed open.

Luo Weiyu, who was lying on the balcony, was taken aback and sat up all of a sudden.

Han Jiyong stood at the door at a loss, looking at him evasively.

Luo Weiyu patted his forehead, and naturally reached out to him, "Pull me up."

Han Jiyong stretched out his hand mechanically as if being hit by an electric shock.

Luo Weiyu glanced at him, although she was a little puzzled, she didn't say anything, she just held his hand, and with a little force, she was pulled up.

Han Jiyong's breathing became disordered, and with force in his hands, he pulled the person into his arms.

Luo Weiyu held his breath.

Han Jiyong's heartbeat is very fast, he can clearly count his heartbeats.The tense atmosphere made him nervous unconsciously.

Han Jiyong hugged him tightly, wishing to strangle him to death in his arms.

Luo Weiyu coughed violently, almost coughing out her lungs.

Han Jiyong's face turned pale, he quickly let go of his hand, and gently followed his back, "Xiao Yu... are you okay?"

Luo Weiyu was coughing hard, and even found time to look up at him, "Yong'er...you...cough cough...you..."

Under his gaze, Han Jiyong's face slowly turned red, and his eyes also turned red.

Luo Weiyu was startled, not knowing what happened to him.

Then I heard him cry out aggrievedly: "Xiaoyu...I like you..."

Luo Weiyu: "..."

"Sila"...

It is said that every little tiger that likes little turtles will have its claws chopped off...

Han Jiyong looked down at the corner of his clothes that was torn off due to excessive force, and silently put his hands behind his back.

The corner of Luo Weiyu's mouth twitched as she looked at the corner of her clothes that she was dying in peace.

Han Jiyong looked at him pitifully.

Luo Weiyu sighed, and was about to speak when she suddenly heard Ling Chuan's roar from downstairs: "Xiao Yu! Come down, come down, come down, come down, come down, come down!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!”

"?" Luo Weiyu pulled Han Jiyong's clothes, "Let's go down and have a look."

Han Jiyong nodded.

It would have been very convenient for Luo Weiyu to go downstairs. Before, he poked a hole directly from the bedroom floor, which allowed him to go downstairs directly. However, considering that Qingkong lives with Ling Chuan now, in order to avoid seeing any restricted-rated scenes, he still decided to go downstairs. , take the stairs honestly.

So, the effort to go out alarmed Ye Zhaohong.The three went downstairs together.