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After the live broadcast ended, the host and several seniors in the industry did not leave immediately. They had cooperated with Ye Tinghe more or less. At this moment, they couldn't help but feel a little regretful. Feel relieved.

Ye Tinghe knew very well that it wasn't those low or low things that trapped him, but he didn't say anything and listened quietly.

Lu Pingjia stood in the corner, looking in their direction with a dazed face, hesitating whether he should go forward.

Xiaoge's heart was aroused by He Jiahuan's full screen during the live broadcast, and he was even more upset when he saw Lu Pingjia.She went to pack the props, Lu Pingjia glanced at her inadvertently, and Xiao Ge immediately stared back, his eyes were so fierce that if he dared to take a step closer to Ye Tinghe, she would immediately go over and stab him to death on behalf of justice.

Lu Pingjia flinched, and just missed the opportunity to stop Ye Tinghe to apologize to him, and let him walk past her by mistake, only causing a storm that had nothing to do with anyone.

Xiaoge hasn't finished his work yet, so he left the props behind and chased after a few steps: "Ye Tinghe!"

Ye Tinghe turned to look at her, his eyes were the same as before, as quiet as a lake, reflecting the lonely moonlight at night.

Xiaoge couldn't help being in a daze for a moment. Many years ago, the teenagers of the same age by the Dongting Lake grew into adults at the same growth rate as her, and shed that layer of childish skin. Sincerity collides with jokes.He can finally be as comfortable as others, lift weights with ease, and maintain a beautiful posture at any time.

He seems to have changed, and it seems that he has always looked like this from beginning to end.

She looked up at Ye Tinghe, as if she wanted to keep his figure in her heart for a long time, her tone could not help but beseeching: "Can you go to the door and have a look before leaving? At least say goodbye to us."

Ye Tinghe looked at the girl, nodded and said, "Okay." Then he caught something, and his dark eyes softened a little, "I promise you so I won't cry."

Xiaoge's nose was sore, she wanted to keep this person in front of her for a long time, but she could only watch him leave, and she couldn't say anything to keep him.

Because she didn't know whether it was a kind of willful cruelty to use love to force a person who wanted to leave to stay.

After ten o'clock in the evening, the entrance of the building was extremely lively. In addition to the fans who originally planned to see Ye Tinghe get off work, there were also a large number of reporters who came after hearing the news, but they were all spontaneously blocked by the fans. The camera shakes, the flash clicks and clicks.

The automatic door opened, and Ye Tinghe walked out surrounded by security personnel.

That figure is so familiar, so eye-catching.

In an instant, screams and cries exploded together, and the sad atmosphere spread among the crowd.

The scene was too noisy, and the security personnel kept waving their hands to control the order.

Ye Tinghe couldn't hear what they were saying, was it a blessing, a nostalgia, or... don't go?

He was not good at dealing with such scenes, nor was he good at dealing with such fiery emotions, so he could only stand silently in front of the guardrail, looking down at the group of unknown girls, listening to their nonsense words that no one could understand.

In the end, those words all turned into "Ye Tinghe" with a crying voice.

One after another, continuously.

A person's name may have such a magical power, as long as he shouts, he can find himself from the chaos.

Ye Tinghe's lips moved slightly, wanting to say "I'm sorry" to them. He couldn't tell the truth to such a group of people, saying that it's not that he can't stay, but it's hard for him to feel happy.

He clenched his fingers lightly, took a step back, and bowed to them.

Those shouts seemed to stagnate for a moment, as if the nameless god in the void pressed the pause button, and then became louder and more intense in the next second.

At this moment, a car parked silently across the road, dormant in the night.

Yuan Cong waited beside Ye Tinghe, and whispered to him: "Xiaohe, if you don't leave, a reporter will come."

Ye Tinghe turned his head and saw that a reporter had already broken through the wall and was negotiating with the security guards, staring at him greedily.

He nodded, and was about to leave with Yuan Cong when he heard a loud whistle coming from the other side of the road.

Everyone turned their heads and looked over with him. A man came out of the driver's seat. He was tall and thin, and his pale complexion was especially eye-catching in the night.

Ye Tinghe clearly saw his right hand holding the car door, and looked up at him.

The evening wind stirred his black hair, and that flamboyant and icy face was still so inhuman under the halo of yellow light, so that everyone who saw his face clearly lost their voices.

The moment he saw Lin Zhao, Ye Tinghe felt his paralyzed heart move again, and some grievances that he suppressed forcibly and no longer thought about were exposed, and suddenly revived.

He wanted to say to Lin Zhao, I'm so uncomfortable now, can you come over and give me a hug.

But he couldn't speak.

Sometimes Ye Tinghe couldn't figure out why he could calmly ask Lin Zhao to think about himself anytime, anywhere, to care about himself the most among all the people, to fall in love with him and then get married, but sometimes he didn't even like this. I dare not say a simple word.

Maybe it's because he knows what is possible and what is impossible, but hugging is between the two, which makes him unable to tell the difference, so countless resentments and delusions arose for no reason.

Then does his love for Lin Zhao come from his own imagination, and has nothing to do with whether this person really exists?

But Lin Zhao walked out of the car by himself, passed through the boiling crowd, approached Ye Tinghe step by step, and hugged him gently.

The sound of the flashing lights and the girls' breathing was very close, and the eardrums were bursting with unbelievable screams.

Lin Zhao touched his stunned head, his voice was a little laughing, light and light, but it sounded too greasy.

He said: "Whose child is lost? Oh, it seems to be mine."

What's the situation now?

He had never seen such a shocking expression in the eyes of his fans, as sad as if the world would collapse tomorrow; he had never seen such a reporter, like a zombie with a delicious brain, his eyes flashed with excitement.

Ye Tinghe couldn't help thinking that one of him and Lin Zhao had gone crazy.

But he couldn't control himself, so he could only choose to hug him tightly, and boldly took a bite on his right collarbone, leaving a neat tooth mark.

He still wanted the real photo of Lin.

Lin Zhao's real existence is far better than what he imagined.

Beside him, Yuan Cong had never seen this battle before. He was extremely nervous, and considering those endless flashing lights, he could only interrupt him stammeringly: "Xiaohe, brother Zhao, stop hugging, don't leave I really can’t leave, those reporters are coming!”

Generally, the update is fixed at 8:[-] p.m., try today to see if you can double-update, if you can’t, I didn’t say it (reached a consensus √)