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[The Devil's Puppy]: What are you pretending to be?It wasn't you who harassed my sister?Wasn't it you who posted ghost pictures in the middle of the night?

[User 102320525]: No

After talking for almost half an hour, Ye Tinghe let the other party realize that she really found the wrong ID.

The car parked steadily at the door and had already arrived at Yan's house.

There were many familiar faces walking in front of him, and many young boys and girls were laughing and playing together.He got out of the car and went in after them.

It was easy to find Ji Xu at the door, and Ji Xu led him to say hello to Yan Mien first.

Yan Mien was chatting with her friends, but was interrupted by Ji Xu, when she turned around and saw Ye Tinghe, her eyes lit up, and said, "You are Ye Tinghe."

She looks a bit like Yan Zhiming, but her face looks sweeter, and she has dimples on her cheeks when she smiles, which is very cute.

Ye Tinghe took out the gift that his assistant bought. It was a small velvet box, which might contain earrings or necklaces.

He sent the small box to Yan Mien, smiled and said to her: "Yes, Miss, happy birthday."

Yan Mien took it and said thank you casually, she didn't seem interested, just like him, she didn't care much about what was inside.

She beckoned to a group of happy little girls, who surrounded Ye Tinghe, and she took his arm, and asked for a group autograph photo with a smile, saying that she would show off to her classmates when school started.

The birthday star was the biggest at the birthday party, Ye Tinghe had no objection, and let her play around.

Ji Xu watched from the side, feeling that it was almost time, and finally rescued Ye Tinghe from the business model.

After the two of them stayed away from the group of energetic girls together, Ye Tinghe's smile finally couldn't hang on, his eyes widened again, and the line of his lips gradually fell, turning into a straight line.

"Okay, it's okay." Ji Xu knew him very well, knowing that this person would have to sleep for 5 hours after 10 minutes of business, and let him go with one sentence, "Now you can find a quiet place to hide by yourself."

Ye Tinghe didn't speak, but nodded, picked a glass of brandy from the table, and walked away by himself.

He found a secluded corner, took a sip of wine, and put the glass next to a cluster of unopened epiphyllum.

When he looked at the phone again, the puppy who made an own mistake had already apologized to him many times.

[The Devil's Puppy]: I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!I seem to have misremembered the number, I didn't intend to disturb you!

[Devil King's Puppy]: Drinking is really a mistake, I will never do it again woohoo

[Devil King's Puppy]: I hope I didn't offend you. I'm really, really sorry

[User 102320525]: All right

[Devil King's Puppy]: But why don't you change your username, you can't even remember the initial ID

[The Demon King's Puppy]: After watching the likes, you are not my sister, are you?A passerby's trumpet specially opened?

[Devil King's Puppy]: Remember to hide the record of likes, and you follow too few people. The painter's wife obviously likes Xiaohe. You only pay attention to her fans, not sticking to your face [ beat]

What should I reply when being instructed by fans how to follow stars correctly?

But compared to this question, what he was more curious about was why he wanted to hide his fandom, the Pathfinder trumpet.

The Internet environment is now so bad that liking Ye Tinghe is shameful?

...It would be too miserable to be one's own fan.

Instead of answering, he asked her what happened, to seek justice online.

The snow hadn't melted away, and the temperature in the yard was a bit cold, but it was indeed clean, and one could still smell the fragrance of flowers tinged with frost.A few wisps of music from the party blew into my ears, and then scattered in the wind one by one.

Ye Tinghe had nothing to do, so he didn't mind sitting by the flower bed and chatting with this unknown stranger for a while.

I kept chatting until the other party also became curious about him, and asked him what he was doing and why he had to chat with me for so long.

Ye Tinghe thought for a while, and made a character for herself as a female college student who had lost her love not long ago.

[User 102320525]: I just broke up with my ex, do you want to get back together with him?

The other party got excited and asked him: Is your ex handsome?

[User 102320525]: Very handsome

【Devil King's Puppy】: True or false

[User 102320525]: The profile looks a bit like a forest photo

[Devil King's Puppy]: I believe you are a pure passerby, how can anyone like my brother and at the same time praise Lin Zhao?

[The Devil's Puppy]: For the sake of our chat for so long, I can temporarily put aside my prejudice against him

[Devil's Puppy]: Although Lin Zhao is not a good fan, he is really handsome, and it is not a loss to fall in love with a meal replacement

[The Demon King's Puppy]: If the breakup wasn't due to character issues, then it can still be redeemed

The voices and laughter were getting closer, and people came out of the door one after another and walked into the garden one by one.

Ye Tinghe looked up, picked up the empty wine glass, wandered along the path, and walked into a small hidden door.

The first light in the corridor was a little far away, and the vision was dim, but the screen was quite bright, and another message about the puppy popped up.

[The Demon King's Puppy]: Sisters, procrastination is wasted, there is not much to come, please cherish the present

She typed really fast.

Ye Tinghe was still trying to answer her, when he accidentally bumped into someone at the turning, the wine glass and the phone came out of his hand, and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

He was stunned for a moment, holding on to the wall so as not to let himself fall, and he didn't even bother to look at the phone and the broken wine glass.

It was still dim in front of him, and it was still covered by a figure at this moment, so close, Ye Tinghe could see the collar of the shirt with two buttons unbuttoned by the other party when he raised his eyes.Sparse wisps of moonlight leaked in through a round window above the head, filling the gap between one collarbone.

He suddenly smelled a smell like ice and snow.

Something cool touched his forehead, and a deep voice rang in his ears: "Why don't you look at the road?"

Ye Tinghe raised his eyes and saw Lin Zhao's face.

Very familiar.

It was like the appearance of the moonlight all over the body in many missed nights in the past.

He stared at Lin Zhao in a daze, bent down, picked up his mobile phone from the debris, and turned his wrist, as if to check whether the screen was broken.

Ye Tinghe was about to raise his hand to take it, but Lin Zhao didn't give it.

He looked at Lin Zhao suspiciously, but found that his expression became somewhat indescribable, as if he had seen something he shouldn't have seen.

Ye Tinghe was feeling strange, so he went around and took a look——

[The Demon King's Puppy]: Sisters, procrastination is wasted, there is not much to come, please cherish the present

[The Devil's Puppy]: On the premise of protecting yourself, fuck him hard!

Ye Tinghe: ...

Ye Tinghe: Help.

Lin Zhao turned his head to look at him, and asked in a low voice, "What are you talking about?"

Would he believe him if he said nothing?

Before the mobile phone fell out, the emotional dialogue between female college students was obviously normal, how could the painting style change in a second!

Are college girls like this now?

Ye Tinghe never thought that his fans had such a wild side.

...so embarrassing.

Why did Lin Zhao bump into him tonight?

How do fan circles usually expel other people's fan status?

All kinds of thoughts were flying in Ye Tinghe's mind, but none of them could explain this matter clearly.

He was speechless for a while, Lin Zhao looked down at him without blinking, as if he was really waiting for his answer.

Ye Tinghe stood where he was, silent all the time.

Perhaps because he was in a dilemma, Lin Zhao thoughtfully changed the question: "Who does 'he' refer to?"

This question is much easier to answer.

Lin Zhao saw that the eyes of the child in front of him were wide open, the pupils were black and bright, and there was a trace of unconcealed evil in his innocence.

Ye Tinghe raised his eyes and looked straight at Lin Zhao: "Didn't you think it was you? Are you so unconfident in yourself?"

Not only did it not hide, but it was deliberately knocked over.

Lin Zhao didn't speak, and looked slightly startled.When he handed the phone back to him, his eyes wandered unnaturally for a moment, as if he was annoyed that he shouldn't ask.

He grabbed Ye Tinghe's wrist and led him away from the place where the glass shards were shattered all over the place, and then let it go, pretending to calmly change the subject: "I'll find someone to clean it up later."

Ye Tinghe followed him as usual, but when he raised his eyes, he inadvertently saw the evening wind stirring his slightly longer black hair, revealing a section of the ear tip hidden by the hair, which seemed to be dyed a layer of crimson.

This point of red is not very clear under the dim hallway wall lamp, it only flashes by when the wind blows.

Very good, Ye Tinghe thought, he would be shy too.

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Procrastination is wasted, the days are numbered——Shakespeare's "No.12 Nights"