Heavenly Lord With An Unreliable System

Expected results.

Yan Ze lightly pulled to pull lip Cape, low voice way: "I know."

He really can't understand what's good about Xie Yunqiao, so that Yuanxi can be so determined.

He couldn't figure it out, so he simply stopped thinking about it.

"Yan Ze, I'm sorry, but now, I can't leave Xie Yunqiao." Yuanxi pursed his lips and gave him a smile. "I promised him that I would watch him go to the top of his career."

"Oh," Yan Ze sneered, "just like him, how far do you want to go? It's impossible to keep this kind of thing for a lifetime. There will always be a day when it will be torn down. "

"If Xie Yunqiao is still so high-profile, sooner or later he will be photographed by the paparazzi. At that time, his fans will find that their brother is such a person. What kind of result will Xie Yunqiao get?"

Some sighed.

He knew that Yan Ze was right.

There will be days when paper can't hold fire.

"I'll try my best to persuade him to hold back." Yuanxi's voice went down, his long eyelashes flickered slightly, and his face looked pitiful in the dim light.

Yanze knew Yuanxi's temper and said nothing more, just: "OK, I'll wait for you."

It doesn't matter. He respects Yuanxi's choice.

As long as it's what he wants.

Yuanxi looked out of the window. The sky was just getting dark, and the lights were shining in the distance. It was really beautiful.

He bent his eyebrows: "Yan Ze, let's go out and have a look. Since graduation, it seems that I haven't visited the night market with you for a long time. "

"Good." Yan Ze certainly won't refuse.

In recent years, Yuanxi only saw Xie Yunqiao in his heart, and he became estranged from his former college classmates.

Even with Yan Ze, there are few opportunities to meet.

That's why he was so surprised when he first received Yuanxi's call.

His eyebrows and eyes softened down. Yuanxi suddenly thought of something and cried, "wait a minute."

He ran into the room, rummaged, and then took out two masks from the wardrobe, one handed to Yan Ze.

"I'd better put them on," Yuanxi said with a smile. "I don't want to be on the front page of entertainment magazines with you tomorrow."

"There's nothing wrong with that." Yan Ze murmured a little, or obediently took the mask.

In fact, he really hopes to appear on the same page as Yuanxi.

Because in this way, it seems to be able to bring them closer.

When people see Yuanxi, they think of him.

Yanze lips slightly up, he will hold the mask in his hand.

The mask is black, looks very simple, only embroidered a small letter Y in the lower right corner.

Yuanxi's skin is a little sensitive. The mask is specially made with soft fabric. In order to distinguish it from others, Yuanxi has his surname abbreviated in pinyin.

Yan Ze was a little happy all of a sudden.

Because the initials of him and Yuanxi are the same, they are all y.

Well, they have one thing in common again. Round off, this man is his.

Yanze looks at Yuanxi, puts on the mask and smiles.

Yuanxi stood in front of the full-length mirror and looked. He was wearing a casual long T, which was very suitable for going out.

He turned his head and looked at Yanze, pondering for a while.

Yan Ze's former windbreaker was accidentally splashed with congee by Yuanxi. Now he is wearing Yuanxi's pullover.

Sure enough, people with high looks look good in everything.