The actor is a warm man during the day and a jackal at night

The autumn sun is mild and not glaring, Cheng Yi is rarely at leisure, and Su Ziyu invites him out for coffee early in the morning on weekends.

Next to the open-air coffee seat outside the cafe is a flower bed, and outside the flower bed is a wide road. The light and air here are comfortable, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.

"Coffee out so early? It's not like your habit."

Cheng Yi took a sip of the thick milk latte in the cup, and looked at Su Ziyu with gentle eyes.

Su Ziyu sat in a casual posture, with his left arm resting on the armrest of the chair, and his right hand holding a silver spoon to stir the coffee randomly. He turned his head to look at the passing traffic, feeling inexplicably restless.

"Ayi, why don't we go to the Maldives?"

Su Ziyu took off his dark sunglasses, and there were heavy black bruises under his eyes, and the white part of his eyes was also bloodshot. It seemed that he had been under a lot of mental stress recently, and he couldn't sleep well.

There was a hint of distress in Cheng Yi's tone: "What's wrong with you? Didn't you rest well?"

Su Ziyu ignored his concern, his expression was tangled and painful. He gritted his teeth for a while, looked at Cheng Yi and repeated: "Ah Yi, why don't we go to the Maldives? We're leaving tonight. You go home and pack up."

Before his colleagues in the United States sent definite news, Cheng Yi always treated him as Gu Yichen, not thinking that the man in front of him might be the vicious serial killer Su Ziyu.

But now Gu Yichen's performance is too flustered, losing his usual ease and glibness, and Cheng Yi's ominous premonition slowly rises.

"Do you need to be so urgent? I still have a case in hand..." Cheng Yi tried his best to force himself to treat him as Gu Yichen, and smiled softly, "Didn't it be agreed before? When the case is solved, no matter where you want to travel , I will accompany you."

Su Ziyu looked at him with red eyes, pleading in his eyes, he couldn't wait for Cheng Yi to solve the case, because he was in Cheng Yi's case.

"Why don't you resign, we're leaving tonight."

Su Ziyu blurted out that he acted too urgently, he knew that Cheng Yi sent someone to the United States to check his background, and if this dragged on, he would not be able to leave, he did not want to go to jail, nor did he want to leave Cheng Yi.

So he wanted to take Cheng Yi away.

If two people are in love, Cheng Yi should go with him, right?Su Ziyu changed his mind and felt that if he were Cheng Yi, he would definitely go with him.

But if he doesn't think differently, he will be afraid. He feels that Cheng Yi doesn't love him enough to go with him, and being with him is only because of being touched, and he still thinks about the one on his waist when he doesi for the first time. Mole.

Maybe Cheng Yi has suspected him for a long time, and deliberately not revealing it is to delay his time, and give him a fatal blow when the truth comes out...

Every time Su Ziyu thought of this, he felt chills all over his body.

Cheng Yi's mind can't help spinning fast at the moment, the Maldives and my country don't have a bilateral extradition treaty, if Su Ziyu goes to the Maldives, he won't be able to catch him...

So, is Gu Yichen in front of him really Su Ziyu?

Cheng Yi's heart sank more and more.

He looked at Su Ziyu's face and tried to maintain a calm and composed expression, took a sip of coffee from his cup, got up, held his mobile phone and apologized: "Yichen, the police station still has something to do, I'll think about what you said, and go first .”

He slipped away as if escaping with an excuse, but when he passed by Su Ziyu, he couldn't help reaching out and touching his face comfortingly.

Su Ziyu stared blankly at the empty seat, his eyes were red, his face was pale, his heart seemed to be experiencing the pain of being delayed, his right hand resting on his thigh clenched his fist tightly, and his shallow nails were embedded in his palm.

"He loves me, he doesn't love me, he loves me, he doesn't love me..."

Qin Huai hid on the toilet in the men's bathroom, passively sabotaging, holding a small chrysanthemum in his hand, and was using the metaphysics of picking petals to test whether Shen Ye was attracted to him or not.

Qin Huai carefully recalled that during lunch, Shen Ye did remove the chili from the corner of his mouth with his fingers, did he do it with a little effort or was it moved by his heart?

And also...

Every night when he sends Shen Ye a WeChat message of "good night", he will respond. Doesn't the Chinese pinyin of "good night" "wanan" just mean "I love you love you"?

Shen Ye occasionally visits him when he is resting, and likes to touch his hair when he sees him. Every time, Qin Huai can feel the tingling comfort of his scalp like an electric shock, and his heart is as sweet as drinking honey.

He felt that this should be Shen Ye's doting on him... and Shen Ye looked at him very gently...

Even the other field staff and extras can see that Shen Ye treats him differently, so they will avoid him when they do dirty work, and the extras will flatter him diligently.

"The eyes of the masses are discerning, he should love me."

Qin Huai looked at the few petals left in his hand, talking to himself to cheer himself up.

"He loves me, he doesn't love me, he loves me, he doesn't love me..."

Qin Huai thought again when he ran into Shen Ye when he went into the bathroom just now, Shen Ye even patted his shoulder, not that kind of casual pat, but the kind of feeling that he rubbed after patting.

Half an hour passed, and he still seemed to be able to feel the heat left by Shen Ye's palm on his left shoulder.

Not only that, Feng Ci and Ye Lili looked at him and Shen Ye with ambiguous eyes, and they must also think that Shen Ye had feelings for him.

"Well, he loves me."

Qin Huai nodded to himself, but at the same time felt a little sad, feeling that the relationship between him and Shen Ye was more like "You and I have no destiny, it's all up to me to make up".

In his wild thoughts, there is only the last petal of the chrysanthemum in his hand-he doesn't love me.

Qin Huai's whole body felt like thunder, he was like a deflated balloon, sitting on the toilet like a lost love, when the cell phone rang, and the call was from the editor-in-chief he least wanted to see.

He was in a bad mood, so he boldly hung up the phone, but soon the editor-in-chief called again.

Qin Huai adjusted his mood and regained his self-awareness, pressed the answer button and said, "Hey, editor-in-chief, I accidentally pressed the wrong button just now..."

"High, what's the matter with you? The update is so inactive. It used to be updated daily, but now it's updated weekly? Have you considered the feelings of fans?"

The editor-in-chief criticized him as a scumbag as soon as he came up, and Qin Huai was so angry that he wanted to smash his phone.

"Editor-in-Chief, have you considered my feelings as a patient?" Qin Huai said uncomfortably, "I told you that I was in a car accident and was hospitalized. I will be disabled, my psychological trauma is greater than my physical trauma, if you don’t comfort me, just criticize me.

Even in Zhou Geng, I have shown the quality I should have, and the fans understand me very well, let me take good care of my body, and you just scold me..."

The more he talked, the more sad he got from it, which made the editor-in-chief feel embarrassed, so he had no choice but to comfort him: "It's alright, alright, don't be sad, as long as the quality can keep up. High, I'm also doing it for your own good. It’s hard for you to come up with a blockbuster, right? What if you drive away all the fans?”