Are you dating online, miss?

On the day we arrived in Shanghai, there was a cold light rain.

The whole city was shrouded in a chilly air, and even the lampposts on the street were permeated with a coolness.

Mo Yiyi began to transform from a professional screenwriter to a producer last year. The online drama project in Shanghai was her first attempt after the transformation. She will stay in Shanghai for a long time, so she booked a hotel room for permanent.

The producer is different from the screenwriter, and is responsible for coordinating the entire crew. Compared with the previous layman's opinions on the script, the producer's father has repeatedly asked for revisions. Tired is really tired.

Script coordination, crew preparation, film crew formation, cost accounting, post-production, publicity, everything has to be managed.

Even though Mo Yiyi thinks that he can withstand pressure under the background of high-efficiency working in the industry for many years, he is a bit overwhelmed.

The daily chat with He Lu has naturally become a simple joy in her busy life.

He Lu has a high sensitivity to words, and can only perceive Mo Yiyi's state today and whether he is tired from the WeChat chats he has exchanged.

I feel that she doesn't post much when she is tired, and I feel that she is a little free, so I happily chat with her about the little things in life, and I will post amused readers' comments.

I don't rush to reply after I send a message, and I don't seem to be unhappy about waiting for a long time to receive a reply, and I still look happy.

Mo Yiyi thought from the bottom of his heart that getting along with her was very comfortable.

Like soaking in a pool of gentle spring water, the heat is suitable, the surrounding mountains and forests are beautiful, quiet and serene, and the cool mountain breeze blows from time to time, not cold at all, and the heat surrounds the whole body, always warm.

There are melons and fruits by the pool, slowly releasing a pleasant fruity fragrance, fresh and slightly sweet.

He Lu asked for the address of her hotel in Shanghai, and from time to time sent some gadgets, sometimes fruits, sometimes mobile phone cases, and also sent pillows that are said to be good for the shoulders and necks. She said that the hotel pillows are too soft and not suitable for writing workers.

They sent them one by one, and filled the small coffee table in the hotel reception room one after another.

Mo Yiyi knows how to eat fruit, and she also uses phone cases and pillows.

However, she never wore the two sets of underwear that He Lu gave her. They just crossed the water and brought them to Shanghai.

He Lu seems to be very satisfied with the underwear of this brand, he would praise it from time to time, and ask Mo Yiyi if he likes it, and if he likes it, he would like to bring some sets back when he has the opportunity to go on a business trip to the United States next time.

She didn't answer whether she liked it or not.

Time flies, and the Spring Festival is coming.

Liu Tang changed planes in Shanghai and stayed for a few hours. She used the excuse that Mo Yiyi could be regarded as a big shot in the film and television industry, and asked her to treat her to dinner.

During the dinner, He Lu sent several messages from Alipay.

Yes, in the past two months, in addition to their mobile phone numbers, WeChat, and QQ, they have also added friends from Alipay.

[A deer: [Send you a patriotic blessing, Xianyu wishes you fish every year]]

[A deer: [Send you a blessing of prosperity, word of mouth wishes you a feast]]

[A deer: Hurry up and receive the Fuka!Is it just a matter of dedication? 】

She pursed her lips and replied with a hmm.

As the Spring Festival approached, Alipay launched another activity to collect five blessings. Mo Yiyi had never participated in the previous years. This year, He Lu and Alipay friends were sent by her one by one.

Falling into the eyes of Liu Tang on the other side, she raised her chin with a smile: "Oh, it looks like you have a pretty good relationship with the guaiguaimei."

"..." Mo Yiyi raised his eyes and said displeasedly, "Why is she called Guaiguaimei again?"

The WeChat group has never known He Lu’s name. Before, it was always called round-eyed girl, round-eyed girl. Mo Yiyi thought it was ugly, so he said it once in the group, but no one called him that anymore. During this time, he was busy preparing for the crew , hardly watched the WeChat group, and unexpectedly gave He Lu a new nickname.

Good girl.

"Don't call her that."

"You're so stingy, my dear girl sounds so nice."

"I'll ask you to pay for this meal again."

"..."

Liu Tang instantly squibs.

Mo Yiyi raised his lips and smiled.

"Then what's going on with your relationship?" Liu Tang was unwilling to give up gossip.

Mo Yiyi didn't say a word, his eyes fell on the intersection outside the window.

It was raining outside, and the people on the street were walking fast. The figures hiding from the rain were slightly embarrassed, and the cars passed by, splashing mud all over the ground.

My mind went back to the conversation with He Lu at home before leaving.

"—Is there a ghost in your heart?"

The tone of this remark was joking, but it was also tentative.

The moment she spoke, Mo Yiyi clearly heard a sigh from the bottom of her heart, she was still tempted by He Lu after all.

How did He Lu react at that time?

She was slightly taken aback, then raised her eyebrows and said, "Where is it? Even you laugh at me."

"Tell me," Liu Tang pressed, "we're all so curious."

"She's a straight girl." Mo Yiyi replied calmly, took a sip from the wine glass, and lowered her gaze.

"..." Liu Tang's eyes widened in shock, and she leaned back in the chair, "It's not that you're having trouble with a straight girl, right? Can you do it if you like a straight girl again?"

Mo Yiyi didn't speak, and didn't deny it.A mobile phone screen was shown in front of my eyes.

Liu Tang said: "Come on, let the great writer know how to read, take a look, read it carefully, read and recite the full text."

The screen is a Weibo.

The blogger asked:

Let's write a guide to Ji Lao's happiness, brainstorming, and everyone speaks enthusiastically.

The most popular comment received tens of thousands of likes.

【Make money, be independent, don't fall in love with straight girls. 】

There are many comments below:

【reality】

[Po master, please tell your story [microphone]]

[Straight daughters are the poison-drug of Ji Lao, I can see it through]

[There is a Hong Kong saying that some straight girls don’t take it seriously even if they have slept with you [eat melon]]

"........."

As the New Year approached, He Lu's life at the company was originally peaceful.

The company has fifteen days for the Spring Festival holiday, which is a unique benefit in the financial industry.

She was almost counting down on her fingers.

One week before the holiday, He Lu heard the shocking news when he was at work——Dong Zhenzhu asked for leave.

There was no sign, yesterday she was chairing the meeting as usual in the company, and today I heard that Dong Zhenzhu took a week off. It is said that Dong Zhuzhu has worked in the company for eight years and has not taken a day of annual leave.

The sudden request for personal leave this time naturally became the best conversation topic after the meal.

Colleagues are discussing.

They said that at ten o'clock last night, Dong Zhenzhu got off work at the entrance of the company, and was blocked by a young girl with a big belly.

"...Please give my child a father."

"That's all."

The others hissed and sighed: "The world is getting worse, is Xiaosan so rigid now? She has a big belly and pretends to be weak for someone to see, it's funny."

"Ms. Dong and her husband are very affectionate. It is said that they met in freshman year and worked hard together. How could..."

"It's just because of success and fame that little girls come to your door. Tsk, isn't that how men are, and you don't see many of them."

The financial circle has never been short of this kind of sensual gossip. After everyone sighs and gossips, they just do their own things, and no one mentions it.

However, after He Lu found out, he was very silent all day.

She and Dong Zhuzhu are not friends, and it is not true that she feels angry for her.

It's just that during the business trip to New York a while ago, the scene of Dong Zhenzhu carefully and gently choosing clothes for her husband was not blurred by two months, but clearly appeared in front of her again and again.

Her heart was stuffy from this recurring scene, as if a breath of foul air could not be evacuated.

Near the end of get off work, she made an impulsive decision.

Opened the travel app, quickly booked a ticket to Shanghai at [-]:[-] p.m., and then sent Mo Yiyi a WeChat message.

[I have horns on my head: I'm coming to Shanghai. 】

It is estimated that the other end is just watching WeChat, so I will reply in seconds.

[Yiyi: On a business trip? 】

He Lu sent a screenshot of the flight and didn't say much else.

Shanghai.

"Mr. Mo, the hero and heroine's makeup photos have been taken. The lead actor just arrived in the afternoon, and Zhang Xuetao said that tonight—"

"I have an appointment tonight, you go."

"Huh? But you are the producer, here, just get acquainted with the leading actors..."

"Everyone has arrived in Shanghai, do you still need a chance to get familiar with them in the future?" Mo Yiyi got up, packed his things briefly, and waved his hands back casually, "Please eat something good, little guys, remember me personally, let's go first gone."

"..."

The coordinator, who was simply dismissed, looked at her back, feeling helpless.

Mo Yiyi came to the underground parking lot, got into the car, adjusted the navigation to the airport, and clicked on the picture on WeChat to confirm.

Now I drove there and waited for about 10 minutes before He Lu's flight landed.

On the way to drive there, she opened "without you Iamdying" again.

The faint notes are slowly relaxing, and the thoughts easily return to the Christmas Eve in Beijing, and when He Lu sat in the car with his eyes squinted and enjoyed, his face was as smooth as jade.

She sighed slightly in her heart.

I can't tell whether I am lamenting that I shouldn't have found He Lu as a gay friend on the spur of the moment, and I have a later intersection, or I am lamenting that I will repeat the same mistakes.

On the way to the airport, there was a rear-end collision on the road ahead, and the road was closed for a while, but she was delayed on the road for a while, so she sent He Lu a WeChat message, saying that she would be late.

[I have horns on my head: yes]

Mo Yiyi was surprised when he received this news.

He Lu's messages are always as lively as people's. They are full of cheerful tone without emoticons, as if they are talking to you through the screen.

Today, an eh?

She suppressed the strangeness, and sped towards the airport after the road resumed.

When Shanghai Hongqiao Airport was full of people, Mo Yiyi followed the pictures posted by He Lu, shuttled through the crowd, and finally saw a familiar figure in front of a billboard.

There was only a slender figure, with a small bag on his shoulders, no suitcase beside him, and his expression was a little lonely, which was particularly prominent in the crowded and busy airport.

"you……"

Mo Yiyi approached, and as soon as she uttered a sound, she threw herself into her arms and hugged her: "Every sentence!"

"What's the matter, where is your suitcase?" Mo Yiyi breathed a sigh of relief, suppressed the thought of hugging her back, and just patted her on the shoulder.

"No luggage."

"Aren't you on a business trip?"

He Lu raised his head: "No, I just wanted to come to you. I told my family to come to Shanghai for the weekend, so I came directly."

"..."

"So no luggage."

Mo Yiyi lowered his head.

On the upturned face in his arms, there was no usual high-spirited expression between the brows and eyes, and the eye circles were slightly red.

She was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help raising her hand to hug him gently.Something must have happened.

Right now, there are people coming and going around, and there is so much noise, it is not the place to talk. Seeing her depressed, it is not the time to ask her what happened.

"Let's go eat first, okay?" Mo Yiyi slid his hand down and held her up.

He Lu hummed sullenly.

It was already ten o'clock when the plane landed in Shanghai, and the rear-end collision was delayed for a while, so there were not many open restaurants. Fortunately, I was in Shanghai for a while, and I was familiar with a few good private restaurants.

He Lu was very obedient when eating, he ate small bites, his appetite seemed to be lacking, so he pushed away the bowl after eating some, put down his chopsticks and said he was full.

Still the same moody look as when he first arrived.

Seeing this, Mo Yiyi thought, don't ask what happened tonight, let her have a good sleep, and understand tomorrow.

For convenience, she took He Lu to the hotel where she was staying. She was asking at the front desk if there was any room on the same floor as her, when her arm was gently pulled.

Mo Yiyi tilted his head and raised his eyebrows.

He Lu avoided the front desk's sight, tilted his head and whispered, "Let's just sleep in one room, what room should we book?"

"..."

"My former friends from the south came to my house and didn't live in my guest room, and insisted on squeezing in with me. It's convenient to chat like this."

He Lu's eyes were clear, looking at Mo Yiyi expectantly.

She came this time just to have a good chat with Gyuju and to spit on the dog man.

Sleep in separate rooms?

What a good sister!

"You..." Mo Yiyi looked at her with complicated eyes, "Don't you feel awkward?"

"Everyone is a girl, why are you so awkward." He Lu asked in surprise, "Haven't you ever slept in the same bed with your good friend?"

"..."

Not really.

Ever since he became aware of his orientation in his teens, Mo Yiyi seldom got close to girls, let alone slept with them.

[There is a Hong Kong saying that some straight girls don’t take it seriously even if they have slept with you [eat melon]]

This Weibo comment that I had seen before suddenly popped up in my mind.

...it appears to be true.

Mo Yiyi turned back with a stiff face, and handed out a card to the front desk.

"Open another one."

Every word, with a firm attitude.

"drop."

Mo Yiyi swiped open the door, pushed it in, and inserted the card to turn on the light.

"Come in."

He Lu followed step by step, sighed a long time, and said in a regretful tone: "It's really a waste, Yiyi, you... hey, and I want to sleep with you."

"……I do not want."

He Lu kept his pace, pursed his lips and complained, "You are so ruthless."

"Hurry up and sleep." Mo Yiyi left this sentence and turned around, her hand was pulled, and she turned her head.

He Lu held her back and refused to let her go. Seeing her looking over, he asked, "Are you busy right now?"

Mo Yiyi lowered his eyes to look at the held hand, and pulled his lips: "What if I'm busy?"

"Forget it, tomorrow..."

The strength of holding her hand was relaxed a little bit, and the fingertips rubbed against the palm of her hand slowly, and it seemed that she was about to let go. Mo Yiyi clasped her fingers upwards, and held her hand back. He Lu suddenly raised her hand in surprise. With raised eyes, he led her to the sofa to sit down, and let her go.

She motioned He Lu to sit down: "Tell me, what happened."

He Lu was originally happy because she was willing to stay and talk with him for a while, but now when he was asked, the matter of Dong Zhenzhu was on his mind again, his eyes dimmed, and he sat next to Mo Yiyi as he said.

He also sighed old-fashionedly.

"Ugh……"

"is not it……"

Mo Yiyi saw that she looked lonely again, and he probably had a guess in his heart. Although he didn't want to think about it, after thinking about it, the only thing that can make a young girl lose her mind and fly to another city to find friends to comfort her is——

"Is it about men?"

He Lu lowered his eyes and nodded sullenly.

Even though he had already speculated like this in his heart, He Lu's frank admission at this moment still made Mo Yiyi's heart ache.

She stretched out her hand, hugged He Lu and leaned towards her shoulder: "If you want to say something, you can say it, just go there."

That's what He Lu was for, she urgently needed to talk, and nodded earnestly when she heard the words: "Men are so hateful and fickle!"

"I listen, you speak."

He Lu continued to complain.

"It's such a precious relationship to be in love with each other, to be treated like a shoe, to have another woman, and even to have a child, this..." She searched for words in her mind, "Humiliation, yes, it's really humiliating! "

The hand on the shoulder was clenched tightly: "...you have children?"

"That's right!"

He Lu didn't pay attention to the slight tremor in Mo Yiyi's tone, immersed in righteous indignation, she burst into tears as she spoke, pulled a tissue from the coffee table, wiped the corners of her eyes and blew her nose.

While throwing the ball of paper, he said: "How uncomfortable my supervisor is, woohoo, her husband is really the most scumbag in history!"

"…………"

Mo Yiyi gently pushed her away, turned sideways, and asked in disbelief: "Your supervisor, her husband?"

"That's right. Yesterday her husband Xiaosan came to the door of our company with a belly full, blocking, blocking my supervisor," He Lu choked up, sniffing and said, "Aren't you angry? You still have the face to come to the door Come on, it's really going downhill!"

After speaking, she was puzzled, she had never uttered a bad word since she was a child, and sometimes those men would talk a little when they were drunk when they were socializing at work, so she just learned a little bit.

"—a dog man!" she scolded angrily.

Mo Yiyi was deeply speechless.

Whoever hears this kind of thing is more or less unhappy, but it is rare to be so angry as He Lu, who buys a plane ticket and flies thousands of kilometers to find friends to complain about.

No, maybe this is the only case.

She can only speculate: "You have a good relationship with the supervisor?"

He Lu blew her nose a few times, and her white nose was slightly red. She shook her head lightly against the red nose: "It's just a normal colleague, I'm not familiar with it."

"then you……"

"It's really not easy for me to be a supervisor." He Lu said earnestly, "She has an average family background and an average university entrance exam. Later, she went to Tsinghua University as a graduate student. Sitting in the current position, she really paid a lot, she—”

"What is your point?" Mo Yiyi raised his hand to interrupt, not paying attention to what He Lu said. Anyone who wants to succeed will naturally have to pay more than ordinary people. If success is within your reach, then how to reflect the preciousness and value of success ?

He Lu was interrupted, and his mind went blank.

Thinking of the scene in the American shopping mall again, I feel even more uncomfortable.

"When I was on a business trip last time, the supervisor took me to help her husband choose clothes, and she brought gifts back to her mother-in-law and father-in-law. How could her husband, how could she—" Tears welled up again, and the scene in her mind It seemed that she couldn't make it through, she kept replaying it repeatedly, and her emotions began to get out of control, "How could this be..."

"Don't cry, don't cry." Mo Yiyi gently hugged her, patted her back softly, "Don't think about it, not everyone is like this, there is always a good thing."

She really can't comfort people.

As soon as the words came out, He Lu cried even more violently.

Mo Yiyi had no choice but to continue to comfort weakly, saying don't cry, don't cry.

The rest of the night was spent fighting between Mo Yiyi and He Lu. He Lu cried until he insisted on arguing for a drink. It happened that there was one in the room, and he opened one can after another. The more she drank, she held Mo Yiyi and cried, scolding Dong Zhenzhu's husband while crying.

At the end of the scolding, there was a tendency to scold all the men in the world.

Mo Yiyi comforted her, hugged her to ease the atmosphere, and joked: "Even if other men are not good men, your father is always good, so don't scold him together."

He Lu was already drunk, and had no energy left after crying for a long time, lying limply on Mo Yiyi's shoulder, raving.

"My dad? Hahaha he's not good either..." She tilted her head suddenly, pressed her index finger on Mo Yiyi's lips, narrowed her eyes slightly, and pretended to hiss, "—you can't say it. Forget it quickly Forget. Magic magic, biu——! Forget it?"

Mo Yiyi looked at her silently for a while, then nodded cooperatively: "Forgot."

The tingling pain in my heart came out again.

Mo Yiyi tightened his arms little by little, hugged her and sighed quietly.

midnight.

He Lu woke up due to the dryness of his throat and thirst, and sat up propped up. The room was dark and gloomy, only the faint light of moonlight drifting in through the translucent gauze curtain.

She licked her dry lips, wondering where she was, this didn't look like home.

The headache after the hangover hit early, she rubbed her head in pain for a while, and dropped her hand to hit something.

Look down.

Beside him, half a body apart, lay a woman lying quietly. She looked intently, her head was still dazed, and she shook her head vigorously, but her center of gravity was still shaking from side to side.

Suddenly, his eyes fell on something that seemed to be soft to the touch.

Light in color, plump and moisturizing.

He Lu remembered a kind of dessert sold in his hometown in the south, called Bozai Cake, which was soft like this, and the peach flavor she liked was also light powder like this.

She was thinking wildly, lowered her head under the moonlight, and took a closer look.

Consciousness began to flow back in her drowsy brain, how did she come to Shanghai, how she cried wildly when she arrived in the room, and how hard Mo Yiyi worked to tidy up this drunk and put him to bed...

When I remembered it, my heart was at ease.

He Lu watched quietly for a while, his mind was completely empty, and he didn't think about anything.

She simply admired Mo Yiyi's demure sleeping face, slender and soft eyelashes, delicate and straight nose bridge, and clean and smooth face shape.

She is really, really beautiful.

He Lu sighed in his heart, his eyes showed pure appreciation for beauty.

Acting prior to consciousness, she lowered her head.

Just stick it lightly.

It sounded like firecrackers were exploding in my ears, and I looked up in shock.

Drank too much.

Drank too much……

Must have drunk too much.

He Lu dazedly touched his lips, the soft touch seemed to remain on the lips.

Otherwise, how could she kiss a woman.