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The night fell heavily on the ground, and the sound of soft footsteps meandered into the room one after another, and someone turned on the light.

After a very soft electric sound, the lights from the entrance to the living room turned on one by one.

Ye Tinghe didn't go in, but raised his head slightly, his eyes were shining with a yellowish light, and he looked straight at Lin Zhao.

There was a smile at the corner of Lin Zhao's mouth, and he lowered his head and kissed the tip of his nose, tenderly, as if coaxing a child.

Ye Tinghe frowned in dissatisfaction, and squeezed Lin Zhao's wrist before he raised his head.

There should be very few men's hands like Lin Zhao's. They are pale and delicate, and are of great ornamental value. They can be reproduced one-to-one as works of art placed in the statue hall, without losing the inherent sense of strength in men. .

How can there be such a person?

The warmth of fingertips climbed up Lin Zhao's wrist, tearing off the reserved white shirt cuffs, Ye Tinghe stood on tiptoe, and kissed Lin Zhao's lips firmly.

The lips were warm and extremely soft.

This person was the only one in Lin Zhao's line of sight, and he could only see him slowly closing his eyes, his long and sparse eyelashes trembling constantly, and even the two rows of deep shadows under his eyelids began to tremble, his heart softened instantly into one piece.

He stretched out his hand to hold Ye Tinghe's fingertips that were holding tightly to a layer of fabric, spread it out gently, and pressed against the wall behind his head in a closed position.

The soft indoor lighting dries up part of the moisture brought by the outside, and the whole body becomes dry and soft, and the hard and painful ice-like existence in my heart seems to be carefully and properly placed, waiting to melt.

Ye Tinghe felt that his whole body was trapped in Lin Zhao's arms. He opened his mouth and passively accepted the gradual deepening of the kiss. Lin Zhao would hook his tongue and lick it gently, like a cat chasing game.

It wasn't until the breath made his face flushed, his eyes wet, and even his earlobes sprouted a redness that couldn't easily fade away, that Lin Zhao stepped back slowly, took his lower lip in his mouth, and bit his teeth lightly.

Ye Tinghe's shoulders were pressed against the wall, and Lin Zhao leaned against him for a while, his scorching breath rubbed against his neck, turning into strands of crisp itches.

He couldn't help but raised his hand and pinched the earlobe on that side.

After kissing for a long time, Ye Tinghe remembered to ask: "Where's Yan Mien?"

Lin Zhao said, "I was taken away by Ji Xu."

He paused for a moment, recalling the expression of someone who pretended to be harmless, squeezed Ye Tinghe's face with some nostalgia, and said deliberately, "Is it a pity, I will call her over next time to watch?"

Ye Tinghe frowned, his cheeks puffed slightly, and he gave him a displeased bump.

The next moment, the two laughed together.

The left hands are still clasped together, the heat is passing each other, and the lifelines in the palms are also intertwined with each other. Ye Tinghe takes a step closer and leans his head into Lin Zhao's arms.

The top of the hair rubbed against his chin, Lin Zhao inserted his right hand into his soft black hair, rubbed it lightly a few times, then lowered his head and asked him, "What's wrong?"

Ye Tinghe didn't answer, but seriously thought in his heart: such a person, he is mine.

It was not until the next morning that Ye Tinghe saw the stack of photos scattered on the desktop.

The photos of me and Lu Shiting with a very tricky angle, there are many high-definition and high-definition photos, each of which seems to imply that the relationship between them is unclear.

For a moment, Ye Tinghe didn't know whether he should be more angry or funny.

There was a sound of light footsteps approaching, Ye Tinghe simply grabbed a few photos, with an expression like the silly white and sweet heroine in an idol drama who falls in love with a wealthy young man, she frowned and said, "Are you investigating me?"

Lin Zhao smiled, pulled out the photos from his hand, and corrected: "To be more precise, someone blackmailed me."

He stretched his arms around Ye Tinghe's shoulders, brought him back to the table, stared down at Ye Tinghe and Lu Shiting in the photo, and said as if unintentionally: "Don't you think you two look a bit alike?"

Ye Tinghe didn't speak, but frowned even more.

Lin Zhao was taken aback for a moment, and then explained: "I mean the profile of the face at the same angle..."

Ye Tinghe's expression remained unchanged.

Lin Zhaofei glanced at him quickly, then changed his words and said, "But you are much prettier than him."

Ye Tinghe's brows finally relaxed a little. He folded his arms and said forcefully, "Just say he's uglier than me." Staring at the photo again, he muttered in a displeased voice, "Who wants to grow up with him?" Looks like it."

Lin Zhao looked at his changing expression several times, the more he looked at it, the more amusing he was. I am afraid that only a fool like Ji Xu would think that he and Lu Shiting could have those emotional ties.

Lin Zhao approached, nodded at his frowning brows, and couldn't help laughing: "How much hatred do you have with him?"

Ye Tinghe blinked slowly, those sharp anger and resentment were like a wisp of smoke, dissipated in the wind in an instant, leaving only a layer of gray blankness.

He looked up at Lin Zhao, and whispered, "My little dog is gone, he killed my dog."

He can have another show with Lu Pingjia, and he can look at the photo taken with Lu Shiting with normal eyes.

But as long as he thinks about it, he can't stop hating Lu Shiting.

Lin Zhao held him in his arms, and asked him in a normal tone: "Why are you being bullied as soon as you go out?"

Ye Tinghe suddenly couldn't hold back his tears, gritted his teeth and said in dissatisfaction: "It's not my fault that they are bad."

Lin Zhao looked down at his pitiful appearance with tears streaming down his face, like a small animal wandering outside that was kicked by bad guys passing by, feeling aggrieved.

At the same time, I felt that something was falling on my heart, a little heavy, and a little sore.

"Who said it was your fault." He couldn't give Ye Tinghe a resurrected puppy, so he could only lean over and kiss him on the forehead, solemnly promising the uncertain future, "Don't be afraid, everything will be fine in the future." Not anymore."

On this day, Ye Tinghe took the time to surf the Internet, and finally knew what the trumpet with his name - "Miaomiao's 24 Hours" was doing.

No wonder Ji Xu was angry.

Then immediately acted——

@林慧（small version）

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The picture shows two very ordinary breakfasts. Two identical white porcelain bowls each hold a bowl of small wontons. The skins of the wontons are white and crystal clear, and the color of the stuffing inside can be faintly revealed. It is probably stuffed with fresh meat and shrimp.Bubbling, one by one floating on the chicken soup, the surface is also covered with a layer of seasonings such as chopped green onion, shrimp skin and shredded chicken. It looks like the soup is clear, thick and steaming.

It may be that the Wumian sisters are still in the lingering anger of being stabbed in the back by Lin Zhao. Although the number of fans has skyrocketed overnight, this Weibo has not received large-scale criticism.

So, the ones that occupy the top few hot reviews are——

@: Who wants to see wontons!You have the ability to post on Weibo, but you can show your face!Can you be a little conscious of celebrity business? !Let me see if I am fatter and thinner and more beautiful than before [Poor]

@: What are the fake fans here? ? ?Those hands are obviously not Lin Zhao's!I don't want to lose face and delete it quickly, okay?

@: Heh, don’t you understand this?scheming ntxl [rolleyed]

@: #叶庭荷给给退圈#[Applause]

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