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Several days passed, but Ye Tinghe still didn't come back.

Lin Zhao got up late in the morning, and there was a man hiding at the door, sneaking open a slit to peek in, like a little mouse preparing to be a thief.

Lin Zhao accidentally glanced at the spot of light and the blurred figure exposed on the ground, and suddenly froze for a moment.

Yan Mien called him at the door: "Brother? Brother Lin Zhao? Are you awake?"

Lin Zhao: "...wake up."

Upon hearing the answer, Yan Mien came in generously, the door opened, and the light spots and figures disappeared suddenly.

A hazy feeling flashed across his mind, Lin Zhao didn't have time to see it clearly, and blinked blankly.

Yan Mien sat at the end of the bed, looking in the direction where he was staring with some doubts, only to see a blank space.

"Hey, what are you looking at?"

Lin Zhao shook his head, got out of bed and said, "It's okay."

Ji Xu came over at noon, only saw the two of them, and asked, "Where is Xiaohe? Where did he go?"

Lin Zhao didn't answer, Yan Mien blinked and said, "I don't know, we haven't seen him for a long time."

"It's fine if you're not here, let me tell you something."

Yan Mien consciously leaned over: "What?"

Ji Xu glanced at her: "What's the matter with you."

He drove away Yan Mien who had a face full of "I want to listen too", and she was so angry that when she went downstairs, her footsteps thumped.

Lin Zhao also wanted to leave, but was stopped by Ji Xu: "What are you doing?"

Lin Zhao stopped and glanced at him, but didn't speak.

Ji Xu was very familiar with his inexplicable and ignorant state, so he didn't take it seriously, and continued: "Do you know who broke Ye Tinghe's trumpet?"

Lin Zhao was sitting on the sofa in the living room, looking away uninterestedly, as if he didn't care at all.

Forced by Ji Xu's attention, he answered and asked, "Who?"

"The post was sent by Luo Que's fans in the forum."

Lin Zhao was even less interested, and only responded with "Oh".

"But where does she know Ye Tinghe's alias? The content of the post was all sent to her by someone else." Ji Xu said, "It can only be said that these star chasing girls are very cautious, and she also felt strange when she received it. After a snack, remember to report it to the support club, so we can find out the IP address of that account."

Lin Zhao stared at Ji Xu, he felt that Ji Xu's expression was a bit strange at the moment, as if he was talking about something that shocked him, and it seemed that he expected it.

He asked, "What do you want to say?"

Ji Xu pointed down and said, "This is the address."

Lin Zhao said "Oh" again, and his reaction was ordinary: "I did it."

Ji Xu was stunned for a few seconds by his words, and it took him a long time to ask: "Is it true?"

"Fake." Lin Zhao said, "I didn't know he had a trumpet either."

In fact, he didn't know many things about Ye Tinghe.

He never said a single thing about his family, his friends, his likes, his moods, and so on.It seems that as long as you don't say it, it doesn't matter whether anyone cares.

Lin Zhao discovered that he had been passively accepting everything that fate and everyone brought him, no matter good or bad, without complaining.

Therefore, even when Ji Xu said, "Xiao En hadn't come over at that time, he was the only one who could do this", Lin Zhao didn't find it difficult to accept.

It's just that he suddenly remembered that what he said before that he wanted to be tied to himself was not just a bluff.

But that's all, he made himself recite a lot of discussions and infamy, but he never dared to lead the person hiding in the dark to the name "Lin Zhao".

"Why do you think he is so smart, and he also knows that Huo Shui Dongyin let the opponent's fans do this? He can both abuse fans and suppress Luo Que..."

Lin Zhao interrupted him: "What kind of cleverness is that?"

"I'm not saying he—"

Ji Xu stopped talking suddenly, he couldn't understand Lin Zhao's reaction at the moment, "Aren't you worried? His ability to do such a thing proves that he is not such a law-abiding person. If the two of you collapse in the future, Are you not afraid that he will threaten you with this matter?"

Lin Zhao looked at Ji Xu, watched him point to the kitten photo frame on the flower stand, and said to himself, "He has as many photos as he wants, as long as he thinks, they will be evidence in the future."

The tone of his words was so rational and cold as if Ye Tinghe wasn't the child he had taken care of for 6 years.

"What evidence? Emotional disputes?" Lin Zhao reminded Ji Xu, "Before you said he was obedient and smart."

"So what?" Ji Xu disapproved, "People change, after he is not reconciled to his situation, do you think he can still cling to you so foolishly?"

Lin Zhao really wanted to tell him that the relationship between him and Ye Tinghe was not so tit-for-tat, life-and-death.

But it seems that in the eyes of everyone, they really have such a relationship, no one can coexist friendly with their own substitute, or meal replacement.

In the end, Lin Zhao didn't explain anything, and didn't say that he didn't mind Ye Tinghe's revenge, but hoped that he could vent a little bit, even if he really exposed himself.

But this person is a good boy after all, and he always puts other people's ideas more important than his own.

He stared at the photo frame for a few seconds, and said to Ji Xu, "Find out where he went."

"I want to look for it. He has a live broadcast tomorrow." Ji Xu said, then suddenly remembered something, and asked, "You can just call him, ask me why?"

Lin Zhao ignored him, wondering what Ye Tinghe would do if he picked it up.

As a result, Ji Xu didn't contact Ye Tinghe either, and he refused to answer everyone's calls without distinction.

Ji Xu was worrying, and that night, the missing person suddenly came out by himself.

Ye Tinghe himself sent Yuan Cong a message of "help" and his location, which is a hotel, but before Yuan Cong received him, the fact that he was blocked by fans and unable to get out of the hotel became a hot search .

Don't mention them now, the whole Qingluo City knows where Ye Tinghe is, and half the street is besieged.

It took Yuan Cong and the others a lot of effort to get Ye Tinghe out of the hands of a large group of little girls.

The person who was still in shock sat in the back seat, his lips were tightly pursed, his face was pale, a few strands of unkempt black hair fell in front of his eyes, his eye circles were a bit heavy, and he looked even more depressed.

Yuan Cong looked distressed, wondering if he was frightened or hadn't had a good rest for several days.

He handed Ye Tinghe a cup of milk tea from an online celebrity shop bought at the junction, and Ye Tinghe frowned after taking a sip.

Yuan Cong has been watching his expression, and explained: "This is half sugar."

"Does it mean that half the cup is full of sugar?" Ye Tinghe put it down, closed his eyes and spoke in a hoarse voice, "It's so sweet that it's bitter."

He looked very sleepy, Yuan Cong drove silently, took him back as usual, and didn't disturb him all the way.

All the way to the underground parking lot, he received a call from Ji Xu asking him what was going on.

Yuan Cong whispered: "I picked him up, there's nothing wrong here."

Ji Xu asked again: "Where are you now?"

"PARKING LOT."

"Where's the parking lot?"

"..."

Yuan Cong's voice was very low, but it still woke Ye Tinghe up.

He looked up and saw Yuan Cong was on the phone, and instantly realized who was on the other side.

"Is it Brother Ji?"

Yuan Cong nodded.

"Just say I'm going back," Ye Tinghe glanced out the window, and got out of the car after confirming that no one was there.

Yuan Cong poked his head out of the car window and reminded him: "Don't forget you have a live broadcast tomorrow."

"I know," Ye Tinghe said, "Come and pick me up tomorrow."

Yuan Cong agreed and watched him go upstairs by himself.

Because he was not an assistant, Yuan Cong hadn't seen him for some time, and the feeling of seeing him was very different from before. He was still less talkative and quiet, but a little depressed.

He didn't know if it was because of all the hot searches about him these days, Ye Tinghe seemed to have become much depressed overnight.

"What should I do, will Xiaohe leave directly?"

A sentence suddenly popped up in Yuan Cong's mind, this was something Ming Huan said to himself by chance.

They watched him walking all the way, knowing that this is such an unambitious kid. His motivation to move forward was never his own will, but just to meet the expectations of others.

When those expectations that do not belong to Ye Tinghe are finally gone, and there is no need to perform anything for it, will Xiaohe leave cleanly?

Will he be happy when he leaves...?

He was a little sad for a while, and also a little puzzled. He didn't know why the person Ye Tinghe contacted tonight was not Ji Xu, but himself who was outside the scope of his duties.