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Chen Zai recognized Ye Tinghe at the first sight. After all, he is a well-known actor. This face can be seen everywhere online and offline, but he couldn't help being surprised in his heart—the two of them actually met together At that time, it still looked very familiar.

However, there was no extra time left for him to be shocked, Ye Tinghe suddenly asked Lin Zhao who he was.

The tone is familiar, but inexplicably perverse.

After hearing his question, Chen was a little puzzled, and stopped about half a meter away from them.

An unreasonable intuition told him to stay away, and it would be dangerous to get closer.

Lin Zhao glanced at Chen from a distance, leaned closer to Ye Tinghe's ear, and said with a slight smile, "Yan Zhiming's people are here to watch me."

Ye Tinghe turned his head and saw Lin Zhao staring at him, his eyes flickered slightly, as if to say "really, I'm so pitiful".

Chen Yuan stood there, looking at his nose, nose, mouth, and heart, pretending that he couldn't hear anything, almost treating himself like a flower on the wall.

Ye Tinghe looked at them suspiciously, and didn't believe it in his heart. Lin Zhao's joking expression seemed too deceiving, but he didn't mind pretending to be deceived.

He gave a "you'd better be" look, stepped forward and said to Chen, "Is it for Lin Zhao? Please, give it to me."

I don't know where his aura of a real boyfriend comes from.

Ye Tinghe took the cheesecake back, tasted it with a fork first, and couldn't help complaining because it was too sweet: "You really like this kind of sweet stuff."

"It's okay, is it sweet?" Lin Zhao took it, and deliberately fed him another mouthful with a smile, "Would you like to try it again?"

"No!" Ye Tinghe resolutely refused.

"Really not?"

"Kilograms will be seen by them!"

"That's too much."

"You think so too."

Then he couldn't help but opened his mouth and took another bite.

Lin Zhao patted his head: "You are so good."

Ye Tinghe looked at him resentfully with puffed cheeks.

Time passed silently, the night gradually deepened, and the guests all left one by one, leaving only the empty hall with balloons floating in the cold wind.

Ye Tinghe came back to his senses and remembered that it seemed that it was time for him to leave. His assistant had already sent him a message asking when he planned to come out.

He stared at the screen, hesitant.

Lin Zhao turned his head to look over under the moonlight, and asked him, "Leave?"

Ye Tinghe nodded.

They were sitting on the windowsill of a certain room on the fourth floor. The windows were so big that they could see the moon without any obstruction when they opened the curtains.The finished dinner plate was placed on the table beside it, waiting for someone to clean it up.

Lin Zhao looked down at him, was silent for a while, leaned over and asked, "Can you stay?"

Ye Tinghe opened his mouth, but before he could speak, Lin Zhao said again, "I'm the one who found you this time."

It turned out that he still remembered.

A sour feeling suddenly appeared in his heart, Ye Tinghe lowered his head, knowing that he could never refuse Lin Zhao, and it was the same this time.

He stretched out his hand and looked at Lin Zhao: "Are you cold?"

Lin Zhao blinked, touched his with the fingers of his right hand, and said, "It's not cold."

Ye Tinghe held onto him before he retracted it, and slowly adjusted his lowered eyes into interlocking fingers, and whispered, "I am willing to stay, but you have to be clear, I still like you very much."

This time he stayed at Yan's house smoothly. Yan Zhiming fell asleep early when he was drunk. Ji Xu thought that Xiaohe had already left because of Xiaohe's unsociable personality. Ye Tinghe only needed to send a message to his assistant and tell him Don't pick yourself up.

He followed Lin Zhao back to the room and asked him, "Then where do I sleep?"

"with me?"

Ye Tinghe really wanted to shake his shoulders to make him sober and stop flirting with himself so vaguely. Can you be on guard against me a little bit, I'm really not sure what I'm going to do.

Ye Tinghe opened his face coldly, and said coolly: "I don't want Mr. Yan to throw me a bank card early in the morning and say how many millions are in it, or take the card and leave and stay away from you, then he will take out the millions." Bury me right there."

Lin Zhao laughed for a long time after hearing this: "He would not do such a stupid thing."

Is this the point?

Whether Yan Zhiming was stupid or not, Ye Tinghe didn't know, but he was sure that Lin Zhao was pretending to be stupid on purpose.

But what can he do with Lin Zhao, he can't really rape him in the middle of the night like the puppy said.

He didn't want to end his acting career in this way.

When Ye Tinghe opened the door, he realized that he was thinking too much. Lin Zhao's room in Yan's house was astonishingly large. It seemed that two or three rooms were connected together, separated only by bookshelves and tulle curtains.

There are indeed two beds, one regular double bed, and the other is single, and it is by the window, and the bookshelf can be touched by reaching out, as if it was prepared for a nap in leisure time.

All in all, it was a great surprise not to have to face the problem of sharing the same bed.

Lin Zhao pointed to the direction of the single bed: "I said at the time that I prefer the layout of this room and the direction of that room, and the view by the window is better... They seem to have misunderstood what I meant, so it became That's it."

Ye Tinghe felt that maybe they got it right. After all, if they could do all of them, why did they choose only one of them for Lin Zhao?

After taking a bath, they sat on the big bed and chatted.

In Ye Tinghe's memory, there are very few moments like this. He was wearing Lin Zhao's pajamas, sitting on his bed, talking ramblingly.

It's like a friend I've known for many years.

The word "friend" still feels foreign to him, like acting lessons where he keeps getting wrong about the trivial details of family life.The teacher said: Don't act, just feel it with your heart. Could it be that when your parents serve you food, or when good friends push each other for fun, do you also treat them so rigidly?

Ye Tinghe could only say sorry. After class, he walked all over the streets, and went in every small shop he passed by to see how those people treated the little devil who was lying on the stool at the door doing homework, and how those children Lied, cheated his parents and went to Internet cafes to play games with friends.

For him, the definition of family is a man who keeps disappearing and a woman who shed tears and blood in life day by day. One of them is trapped in death, and the other is stuck in the past, leaving him alone to face the blankness of the house ;A friend is an alias of a classmate, they dare not provoke themselves alone, they will only do bad things in a group, fall proudly behind themselves, and make inexplicable laughter.

In the end, Ye Tinghe even forgot how he fell asleep, and was already lying on the bed when he woke up.

The morning light poured out of the window, shining warmly on the face, the chirping of birds sounded one after another, and the round little balls stepped on the twigs, very energetic.

He took a picture with his cell phone from the bedside table, and ran over to shake the picture of Lin on the small bed after taking the picture, asking him to get up quickly and go to have breakfast with him.

Lin Zhao was awakened by his shaking, and got up in a daze, resting his forehead on his shoulder, closing his eyes and moaning: "No, I'm so sleepy."

Ye Tinghe said without emotion: "Be careful if you act like a baby again, I will forcefully kiss you."

Lin Zhao was taken aback for a moment, then laughed in a muffled voice. After laughing, he still stuck to him, and said lazily, "Ye Tinghe, it's better for you to be quiet."

Enduring the numbness in his ears, Ye Tinghe repeatedly advised himself not to hurt the little animals, so he didn't wrap Lin Zhao in the quilt and rub him, even though he really wanted to do it.

The stranger stage may be the time when Lin Zhao has the most sense of proportion, maintaining a state similar to that of a cat looking at humans through a glass cover; when the glass cover is removed, anyone passing by may attract its attention. Rubbed in the past, and then it was stolen as a matter of course.

Ye Tinghe felt that his psychology was very contradictory at the moment. On the one hand, he hoped that the cat would be less vigilant so that he could steal it; but if it was really so easy to steal, he would definitely be angry.

How do cats do it?How come there is no awareness of self-protection at all? !

Lin Zhao didn't stop acting like a baby, Ye Tinghe of course didn't dare to kiss him, joy and anger were equally divided in the emotional pie chart, tearing each other up endlessly.

When the two of them were fussing and tidying up, Ye Tinghe took the first step to dodge and ran to open the door, but unexpectedly saw Yan Mien who was still in the knocking posture.

In the corridor, Yan Mien, who got up early to say hello to brother Lin Zhao, saw Ye Tinghe and tilted her head in doubt: "Hey, why are you here?"

Before the words finished, Lin Zhao came out from behind Ye Tinghe, still sleepy, narrowed his eyes and yawned.

The little girl came to her senses immediately, her eyes were wide open, she raised one arm, pointed at her and swore, "I won't say anything!"

After speaking, he ran away.

Lin Zhao didn't hear clearly, and asked strangely, "What happened to her?"

Ye Tinghe blinked his eyes innocently, and said that I don't know, but in fact, he wished that Yan Mien would go out and talk nonsense.