The marketing account gave hot topics, and the titles were not normal.
The dinner party is just a dinner party, and "separately" is specially added, as if there is some special relationship between the two of them.
Yan Cheng looked at the comments under the topic with a calm expression, like watching ordinary advertisements, but kept sliding his fingertips on the screen, and watched many articles in a row.
[Her fans are so interesting, follow the click to see, this star is quite beautiful, she is a fan]
[Made just fell in love when she became a fan? ? ? 】
[Fortunately, she is not wearing a skirt today, and she has a bad temper. A female celebrity was photographed under her skirt before, and the photos were sold online. It is scary to think about it]
[I read three hot searches in one day. I said that some celebrities don’t go too far in order to stir themselves up. Every itinerary is carefully planned, right?The arrangement is quite full, I can’t even read the comments]
[In the early hours of the morning: Yinzi, you are my sand sculpture family!In the morning: Yinzi, you are so fresh!Now: Don't be too hard on yourself, Yinzi, how can you talk to others with Yan Cheng Zhuyu in front of you? ! 】
[People didn't talk about it, I watched the video and said that it was just friends who met and had a meal together]
[I also think, after all, whoever is in a relationship will take a bag of meat home after dinner, I am ashamed to do this with someone who has a slight crush]
[Did you make some money and put it all into publicity?Three times a day, it is her name that comes in.]
[Talk about it, anyway, I can drink it, and the marriage cp is quite nice]
[I don't believe it, I don't believe it!My loyal CP obviously matches her looks better, but it’s all just a dream anyway, can’t I just dream of a more difficult CP?]
There are too many people participating in the discussion. If you exit and enter again, there will be a bunch of new comments.
Yan Cheng just sat there and kept watching until the light dimmed and his eyes became a little dry, then he closed his eyes and put down the phone.
It's getting dark.
The two people who were eating hadn't responded yet.
He got up to turn on the light, and then sat down again, this time not looking at the phone, but finally planning to read the script.
Originally, the arrangement for the afternoon was to read the script and write a short composition for the character, but just now he wasted time in the complicated Internet news, so he should calm down and get down to business.
The books placed on the table were not neatly arranged in a line, which was too disturbing to the viewer. Yan Cheng picked up the script and put it down again, sorting it out expressionlessly.
I completely forgot that it was placed like that on purpose.
After tidying up, a little white paper came out from under a book.
He paused, and slowly pulled out the piece of paper.
It was "Murder Scene in the Ballroom of a Cruise Ship" painted by Zhong Jiuyin.
She gave him the painting casually, and the paper was crumpled and looked like crumpled draft paper.
When he came back last night, he pressed it under the book when he passed by the study.
A day later, the paper was barely flattened, leaving only a little wrinkle.
Yan Cheng looked at the crude stick figure in the painting, but he remembered the accident that happened on the cruise ship in his mind.
After her lips touched her lips, her first reaction was to lick the corners of her lips...
The memory only ends here, and it is better not to recall the following conversations.
He took another look calmly, folded the painting, and put it in the script as a bookmark.
However, he didn't read the script as planned. After clipping the bookmark, he left it there and ignored it. He picked up his phone and got up again and walked out of the study.
...
When the sky was completely dark, thunder suddenly rolled in the sky, and there was a bang, which sounded the precursor signal of heavy rain.
Yan Cheng came out of the bathroom, his hair was still wet, and when he wiped it, the water dripped on his skin, bringing a slight coolness.
He stood in front of the window and saw that the rain had not yet fallen, but he could predict how urgently the rain that was ready to go would fall in the next second.
The curtain was closed with a "swish", and the sound of metal rubbing quickly covered up other movements. He stopped halfway and listened.
Buzzing, it's the phone ringing.
And it's a video call.
There were not two people who would video him. He stopped in front of the window and stood there. He closed the curtains completely before walking over slowly.
It really was Zhong Jiuyin.
The ringtone that kept repeating a melody seemed to suddenly have a difference between a climax and an end, and when he walked over, the ringtone seemed to be about to stop.
So without waiting for the brain to issue an instruction, he tapped the connection with his fingertips in time.
"Hey, I saw you." Zhong Jiuyin's voice echoed in his room, and her magnified face was on the screen.
Yan Cheng picked up his phone and sat on the bed, casually brushed his hair and asked, "What's the matter?"
Zhong Jiuyin: "There is something wrong."
"What's the matter? Someone on the Internet scolded you in the name of my fan. I'll ask Sister Xu to contact your manager to clarify and see when your manager chooses to respond."
After finishing speaking, he casually said: "But I think you need to clarify more than one thing. Today's matter has been discussed a lot on the Internet. If you don't explain it clearly, you will be pulled out and trampled every time you go to the hot search in the future."
On the screen, Zhong Jiuyin's face was a little far away, and she could see her clothes and loose long hair.
"Brother Qian is dealing with it, and he won't let me go online and post on Weibo." She replied a little out of sorts.
Yan Cheng pursed his lips: "Why? To admit or deny a relationship, it's best to come forward in person."
"What kind of relationship?" Zhong Jiuyin finally realized, "Me and you?"
It was rare for Yan Cheng not to show a speechless expression to her nonsense, and his eyelashes trembled slightly.
"You don't know what is said on the Internet?"
She asked, "How did you say that?"
"...Go and see for yourself." He had already got the information he wanted and didn't want to mention others.
The corners of his lips pursed into a straight line relaxed a bit, he continued to wipe his hair, skipped this question, and asked again: "It's not because of this, why did you find me?"
Compared with the tone of the question this time, it is the difference between the fields in spring and the ice in winter, although the speaker and the absent-minded and obedient people did not notice it.
Zhong Jiuyin's eyes stared at the center of the screen without turning, she was obviously looking at something, and half of what she said was repeating useless words.
"There is such a thing, the main thing is... Anyway, there is something."
"..." Yan Cheng put down the towel, turned sideways to turn on the bedside lamp, sat up and asked patiently again, "What makes you so hard to turn on...you..."
His words stopped abruptly, replaced by a surprised expression.
Suddenly two blood paths appeared under the bridge of the nose of the person on the screen, and the nosebleed rushed out of her face and dripped on her clothes.
"Me? Me what?" She was still staring at the screen, feeling something was wrong, and raised her hand to rub her nose.
"...You have a nosebleed, look for paper." Yan Cheng straightened up, his face was a little closer to the camera, and he said with a frown.
"Huh? Nosebleed?!"
Over there, Zhong Jiuyin woke up like a dream, wiped her hand and lifted it up to have a look, her fingertips were dripping with blood, she quickly slipped out of bed and found paper to block her nose.
She originally intended to make a decision that would go against her ancestors tonight, but who knew that the opening screen was a beautiful man in a bathrobe with a slit open, the perfect opening remarks were useless, and her nosebleeds were profuse.
Yan Cheng was still asking on the phone: "What's the matter with you? Have you recovered from the aftermath of the car accident?"
She blocked her nose with a piece of paper, and returned to the phone with her eyes dim and her voice buzzing.
"Probably not."
"What is the reason for your nosebleed now?"
"Maybe it's you?" Her eyes were very penetrating, and she went right into the gap where his bathrobe was loose.
Yan Cheng: "..."
There is an illusion of being offended by electric current.
The surrounding area is out, which day do you want to start the activity?
The dinner party is just a dinner party, and "separately" is specially added, as if there is some special relationship between the two of them.
Yan Cheng looked at the comments under the topic with a calm expression, like watching ordinary advertisements, but kept sliding his fingertips on the screen, and watched many articles in a row.
[Her fans are so interesting, follow the click to see, this star is quite beautiful, she is a fan]
[Made just fell in love when she became a fan? ? ? 】
[Fortunately, she is not wearing a skirt today, and she has a bad temper. A female celebrity was photographed under her skirt before, and the photos were sold online. It is scary to think about it]
[I read three hot searches in one day. I said that some celebrities don’t go too far in order to stir themselves up. Every itinerary is carefully planned, right?The arrangement is quite full, I can’t even read the comments]
[In the early hours of the morning: Yinzi, you are my sand sculpture family!In the morning: Yinzi, you are so fresh!Now: Don't be too hard on yourself, Yinzi, how can you talk to others with Yan Cheng Zhuyu in front of you? ! 】
[People didn't talk about it, I watched the video and said that it was just friends who met and had a meal together]
[I also think, after all, whoever is in a relationship will take a bag of meat home after dinner, I am ashamed to do this with someone who has a slight crush]
[Did you make some money and put it all into publicity?Three times a day, it is her name that comes in.]
[Talk about it, anyway, I can drink it, and the marriage cp is quite nice]
[I don't believe it, I don't believe it!My loyal CP obviously matches her looks better, but it’s all just a dream anyway, can’t I just dream of a more difficult CP?]
There are too many people participating in the discussion. If you exit and enter again, there will be a bunch of new comments.
Yan Cheng just sat there and kept watching until the light dimmed and his eyes became a little dry, then he closed his eyes and put down the phone.
It's getting dark.
The two people who were eating hadn't responded yet.
He got up to turn on the light, and then sat down again, this time not looking at the phone, but finally planning to read the script.
Originally, the arrangement for the afternoon was to read the script and write a short composition for the character, but just now he wasted time in the complicated Internet news, so he should calm down and get down to business.
The books placed on the table were not neatly arranged in a line, which was too disturbing to the viewer. Yan Cheng picked up the script and put it down again, sorting it out expressionlessly.
I completely forgot that it was placed like that on purpose.
After tidying up, a little white paper came out from under a book.
He paused, and slowly pulled out the piece of paper.
It was "Murder Scene in the Ballroom of a Cruise Ship" painted by Zhong Jiuyin.
She gave him the painting casually, and the paper was crumpled and looked like crumpled draft paper.
When he came back last night, he pressed it under the book when he passed by the study.
A day later, the paper was barely flattened, leaving only a little wrinkle.
Yan Cheng looked at the crude stick figure in the painting, but he remembered the accident that happened on the cruise ship in his mind.
After her lips touched her lips, her first reaction was to lick the corners of her lips...
The memory only ends here, and it is better not to recall the following conversations.
He took another look calmly, folded the painting, and put it in the script as a bookmark.
However, he didn't read the script as planned. After clipping the bookmark, he left it there and ignored it. He picked up his phone and got up again and walked out of the study.
...
When the sky was completely dark, thunder suddenly rolled in the sky, and there was a bang, which sounded the precursor signal of heavy rain.
Yan Cheng came out of the bathroom, his hair was still wet, and when he wiped it, the water dripped on his skin, bringing a slight coolness.
He stood in front of the window and saw that the rain had not yet fallen, but he could predict how urgently the rain that was ready to go would fall in the next second.
The curtain was closed with a "swish", and the sound of metal rubbing quickly covered up other movements. He stopped halfway and listened.
Buzzing, it's the phone ringing.
And it's a video call.
There were not two people who would video him. He stopped in front of the window and stood there. He closed the curtains completely before walking over slowly.
It really was Zhong Jiuyin.
The ringtone that kept repeating a melody seemed to suddenly have a difference between a climax and an end, and when he walked over, the ringtone seemed to be about to stop.
So without waiting for the brain to issue an instruction, he tapped the connection with his fingertips in time.
"Hey, I saw you." Zhong Jiuyin's voice echoed in his room, and her magnified face was on the screen.
Yan Cheng picked up his phone and sat on the bed, casually brushed his hair and asked, "What's the matter?"
Zhong Jiuyin: "There is something wrong."
"What's the matter? Someone on the Internet scolded you in the name of my fan. I'll ask Sister Xu to contact your manager to clarify and see when your manager chooses to respond."
After finishing speaking, he casually said: "But I think you need to clarify more than one thing. Today's matter has been discussed a lot on the Internet. If you don't explain it clearly, you will be pulled out and trampled every time you go to the hot search in the future."
On the screen, Zhong Jiuyin's face was a little far away, and she could see her clothes and loose long hair.
"Brother Qian is dealing with it, and he won't let me go online and post on Weibo." She replied a little out of sorts.
Yan Cheng pursed his lips: "Why? To admit or deny a relationship, it's best to come forward in person."
"What kind of relationship?" Zhong Jiuyin finally realized, "Me and you?"
It was rare for Yan Cheng not to show a speechless expression to her nonsense, and his eyelashes trembled slightly.
"You don't know what is said on the Internet?"
She asked, "How did you say that?"
"...Go and see for yourself." He had already got the information he wanted and didn't want to mention others.
The corners of his lips pursed into a straight line relaxed a bit, he continued to wipe his hair, skipped this question, and asked again: "It's not because of this, why did you find me?"
Compared with the tone of the question this time, it is the difference between the fields in spring and the ice in winter, although the speaker and the absent-minded and obedient people did not notice it.
Zhong Jiuyin's eyes stared at the center of the screen without turning, she was obviously looking at something, and half of what she said was repeating useless words.
"There is such a thing, the main thing is... Anyway, there is something."
"..." Yan Cheng put down the towel, turned sideways to turn on the bedside lamp, sat up and asked patiently again, "What makes you so hard to turn on...you..."
His words stopped abruptly, replaced by a surprised expression.
Suddenly two blood paths appeared under the bridge of the nose of the person on the screen, and the nosebleed rushed out of her face and dripped on her clothes.
"Me? Me what?" She was still staring at the screen, feeling something was wrong, and raised her hand to rub her nose.
"...You have a nosebleed, look for paper." Yan Cheng straightened up, his face was a little closer to the camera, and he said with a frown.
"Huh? Nosebleed?!"
Over there, Zhong Jiuyin woke up like a dream, wiped her hand and lifted it up to have a look, her fingertips were dripping with blood, she quickly slipped out of bed and found paper to block her nose.
She originally intended to make a decision that would go against her ancestors tonight, but who knew that the opening screen was a beautiful man in a bathrobe with a slit open, the perfect opening remarks were useless, and her nosebleeds were profuse.
Yan Cheng was still asking on the phone: "What's the matter with you? Have you recovered from the aftermath of the car accident?"
She blocked her nose with a piece of paper, and returned to the phone with her eyes dim and her voice buzzing.
"Probably not."
"What is the reason for your nosebleed now?"
"Maybe it's you?" Her eyes were very penetrating, and she went right into the gap where his bathrobe was loose.
Yan Cheng: "..."
There is an illusion of being offended by electric current.
The surrounding area is out, which day do you want to start the activity?
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