After being on trending searches, I became the cinnabar mole all over the internet

Xia Yang was disgusted: "I don't like this cold type, hard to coax, I like Duan Yunming, don't talk nonsense, we have been together for many years!"

She once thought that she would never meet anyone she loved more than Duan Yunming.

Six long years here.

It was already very late when Song Yan woke up, and it was completely dark outside.

He stood up, walked to the window and raised his hand to open the curtains. With a swishing sound, he could see the night outside in the old alleys and alleys.

There were some sleepy physiological tears on Song Yanqing's eyelashes, and she was too lazy and cold. She sat on the sofa and lit a cigarette, then picked up her phone and took a look.

[Nine Little Ones (Pufferfish)] Behind it is a blue pufferfish pattern.

group name.

On the day of the meal, when everyone finally left, it was Xing Jianshu who was the leader of the group.

Song Yanqing was also convinced by this group, and they often had dinner dates and activities. Song Yanqing was dragged in by Xing Jianshu and never spoke.

Xu Zhi and Cheng Xuran were also there.

I got used to it by playing with my classmates, and it seemed like I was back in the past, that summer vacation after the exam.

There were a lot of messages posted in the group, but Song Yanqing had no patience to scroll through them and took a quick glance at them.

Before he finished reading, the messages continued to jump. Song Yanqing returned to the WeChat friend page and frowned when he saw the 59 red unread messages.

It felt like my home had been bombed.

I don't dare to lay mines like this.

【Are you crazy? 】

Fu Lingyi: [I thought you were going to sleep to death. 】

Song Yanqing’s latest friend circle copywriter is sleepy.

Sleepy, right? He was sleepy to death!
[Well, you were so secretive about my funeral. 】How dare you talk? Fu Lingyi asked: 【Don’t you like to be clingy? Am I not clingy enough? 】

Shit, who said that.Song Yanqing leaned against the sofa and flicked the cigarette ashes with his fingertips. The hanging phalanges were long and clear, resting on his knees.

【I like my girlfriend to be clingy. ] He was cold and perfunctory, the first half of the sentence was true, but who knows the second half, [Let’s talk soon, understand. 】

Song Yanqing has indeed never concealed what type of person he likes. When others asked him over and over again, he always said the same two sentences, as long as he knew how to act coquettishly. It is no wonder that Xing Jianshu concluded the reason for Dr. Xiao's failure in the first place.

Every time he heard what Song Yanqing said, Xing Jianshu got goosebumps all over his body. Everyone thought that Song Yanqing's character should like the kind of cool, elegant and PhD-educated sister who was sober and independent and kept pace with him.

Unexpectedly, it just exploded.

[? ! ! 】

【Who are you with? 】

[I heard from Xing Jianshu that you brought an intern today. Is he pretty? Is he as pretty as me? 】

Hearing the word intern frequently, Fu Lingyi felt a sense of crisis.

Song Yanqing: [I'm sick. 】

Why did Xing Jianshu always say everything to others, as if his words were out of his mind, he would tell everyone, Song Yanqing said this to him more than once.

Song Yanqing took her cell phone, rummaged through the cabinets, and found a bucket of instant noodles from the cabinet. She lazily poured hot water and skewered it with a fork.

In the dim light and shadow, the collarbone exposed by the loose collar is cold white, the concave arc is deep and bony, and sinks into the shadow.

WeChat came on again, and Song Yanqing played a movie without clicking in until several group chat messages from Jiu Xiaozhi flashed on the screen. He glanced at it, switched the screen, and clicked in with his slender fingers.

Why do they talk so much.

Everyone was still very active in reporting the numbers, whether to go to the script killing or not, sharing various scripts and which types to play. Cheng Xuran replied intermittently, probably because he was filming.

Seeing the chat record above, Cheng Xuran asked him if he was going, and Song Yanqing typed a sentence.