PUBG Online Romance of the Century

Lu Xiuhe hid in the toilet, curled up and covered the microphone of the mobile phone, like a thief.

"... how do you have my phone number?" He blinked, and finally those drowsiness had run away.

Zuo Yan said: "I sent you something."

Lu Xiuhe remembered that his headset was broken two months ago. Zuo Xun said he would buy it for him, but he refused to accept it. Later, Zuo Xuan cheated his address and phone away using his facial excuse. Wait right, and finally just wait for a four-digit headset.

"Oh." Lu Xiuhe scratched his hair. "I was just sleeping. What are you talking about?"

Zuo Yan asked: "Who works hard?"

"what?"

"You just said, who works hard?"

Lu Xiuhe thought of the dream just now, and then realized that he was about to talk.

He was embarrassed and said, "Nobody, I'm talking about dreams."

After this sentence, the two fell into a weird silence.

After so many days, this is the first time they have spoken.

People who used to talk for a few hours before going to bed each day disappeared into each other's lives, as if they never appeared.

For a long time, Lu Xiuhe took the lead in breaking the silence: "Well, what the **** are you looking for? Is it ..."

He hesitated for a moment, then finished, "Look for me to borrow money?"

Zuo Xuan only hated that he didn't strangle him in the toilet at that time, and he wouldn't be irritated with his temples in the middle of the night.

"I'm not short of money." Zuo Xun asked him without turning around, "What's wrong with your Weibo?"

Lu Xiu hesitated, suddenly panicked, and babbled: "Why, what Weibo?"

Zuo Yan's tone was deadly: "Zuo Jiajun, your uncle Lu."

"..."

Lu Xiuhe really wanted to travel back a few hours ago, killing the tortured self.

Thinking of the messy propaganda activities he reposted on Weibo, and the self-portrait of Zuo Zhe who liked it, Lu Xiuhe was so ashamed that he exploded.

He drew up a combat plan almost instantaneously, and he did not admit it, "What are you talking about, I don't understand."

"You have a mobile phone number tied to Weibo." Zuo Zhan pierced him mercilessly. "I found you through my address book."

What sand sculpture Weibo will close sooner or later!

Lu Xiuhe stared at the tiles on the floor, thinking about the feasibility of hanging up the phone directly.

He can't always say that he is a fan support group who has accidentally hit the fans, nor can he say that he doesn't want to help pz's new songs at all, let alone that those Weibo nicknames were forced to change by the left fan, not He himself wishes.

Zuo Yan took the towel on his shoulder and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Talk."

"Just." Lu Xiu and his brain turned extremely fast, picking out some important points from the process, "In fact, there is nothing ... I am a matter of essence, I just like to quarrel with others."

He narrowed his eyes to the left: "Hugging?"

"Yes, I can't get accustomed to those marketing numbers being malicious blacks." Lu Xiuhe said, "Brother don't worry, this is the problem of my spare time. I will be cured when I review the exam in two days. I'm sorry to cause you trouble. "

He later thought about it, and some of his remarks on Weibo were ugly. There was no way. Tearing is an art, and you have to respect it. What "what little cookies do you count" and "stinky juju"? At first glance, it was a rogue, not a serious one.

His fighting ability is too strong, and sometimes the sand sculpture sunspots see that they can't scold him, and they will transfer all their maliciousness and curse back to Zuo Zhe.

"Lu Xiuhe, I'm not your brother." Zuo Yan asked, "Did you see the Weibo of the marketing account?"

Lu Xiu, who had countless marketing accounts on Weibo, murmured overnight: "Just see one or two."

Of course, Zuo Yan knows that their team has been deeply entangled in the team ’s disagreement over the past few days. The marketing account has recently been black and black, and this is the only thing breaking.

"Aggrieved for me?" He asked.

"Yes."

Zuo Yan asked him: "They all said that I sell people, pit teammates, colluded with high-level. Since you are so caring, why don't you go wrong with my teammates?"

Lu Xiuhe almost blurted out: "Because I know you, you won't pit teammates or collude with top management, and I don't see who you are selling ..."

Zuo Yan held his phone: "Do you know me?"

Lu Xiu hesitated for a moment, and then it came to him that he had said something wrong, and he said, "It's ... a little bit."

"Not at all."

"... OK."

If you say no, there is no such thing.

"What do you know about me?" Unexpectedly Zuo Zhe took it seriously and continued, "You don't even know if I'm male or female."

Suddenly the topic was brought up, Lu Xiu and stared, blurted out: "Well, it's not because you lied to me—"

"Yes, I just lie to you."

Unexpectedly, the other side was so righteous, Lu Xiuhe's refutation for a moment suddenly lost effect.

Zuo Yan said: "Who makes you dislike men?"

"..."

Lu Xiuhe suddenly felt that Zuo Yan was far more unreasonable than his black powder.

He couldn't help crying or laughing. For a while, he didn't know what to say, but he said, "What can I do?"

Lu Xiuhe was completely awake at this moment, but only felt that the heart beat very fast. He estimated that he was scared by the phone ringing just now.

After this sentence, the two fell into silence again.

The person on the other end of the phone seemed to have just finished exercising, his breathing was steady and strong, somehow, although the person deceived was himself, Lu Xiuhe inexplicably felt a sense of guilt, and some unspeakable taste.

For a while, Lu Xiuhe said, "That support group, I will retreat, you ..."

Before he could finish speaking, he heard the other side beep and hung up.

The window above the toilet was not closed. There was something wrong with the window in their bedroom. When it was closed, the thief would wake up the people in a room. When it was late at night, the cold wind whistled inward.

Lu Xiuhe stood in place, a little embarrassed, couldn't believe that he had been blowing in the cold wind for such a long time, and finally he was hung up.

... When they were in love, Zuo Xun didn't treat him that way!

At that time, when Zuo Ling was busy with his work, the number of words to chat was relatively small, but he never perfunctory him. He was sick and cold, and the other party never said much nonsense of drinking hot water. Send him the medicine.

When not busy, Zuo Xun is especially ... cute, often lingering with him and making himself call him a baby.

During this time, Lu Xiuhe did not dare to think about the previous events, not because he was afraid to face, but because he felt disgusted and disgusted. After all, he was a steel straight man, and he was **** for some reason.

But he didn't.

Thinking of the past, Lu Xiuhe still thought Zuo Xun was cute.

A cold wind blew in, and Lu Xiuhe was sober. He clenched his fists and hammered himself lightly.

...... Or how to say you are so deceived, what is the difference between you and the number of people being sold. Lu Xiuhe cursed in his heart.

The next day, Lu Xiuhe pondered the matter of leaving the group.

Leave the group, click twice, the reason why he will be stunned ... because the left fan's big fan is particularly optimistic about him, he woke up, a series of messages on the phone, all came from the fan .

[Lu Lu is awake yet, this marketing account has started again. 】

[Well, you did n’t join this time. Recently, these dog things seemed to be scheduled. 】

[Uncle Lu: He has a marketing account to hack him? What's wrong with him? 】

[It was said that he sold miserable powders through the fracture, and also said that the fracture was an excuse for him to be lazy to go on vacation. Damn, this group of people can really make up, and they just come out. 】

[Uncle Lu: ... a fracture? 】

[Yeah, he was filmed and wounded three months ago and broke his bones. I saw with him the hospital he was taken to. 】

Three months ago, it was the time he and Zuo Xun spent playing games every day.

At that time, Zuo Yan was in a good mood and said that he had taken a long vacation and finally was able to accompany him well. Lu Xiuhe still thanked the left-hand company.

Lu Xiuhe held his cell phone and resisted the urge to turn over the chat record with Zuo He.

[Uncle Lu: ... isn't it serious? 】

[Serious, of course. I have rested for several weeks. You just entered the pit, you probably do n’t know. I have suffered many injuries. In pz ’s debut song, I have a dance action that is particularly difficult. It is said that I hurt a lot when I was practicing. Yes, there is still a scar on his back. At that time, he was absent from a concert because of this incident, and was attacked by black fans. He said that he had caused other players to re-rank their positions ... It was a particularly dark time. 】

[We didn't have much experience at the time. We were foolishly accused of being accused of accusations. We were so angry that we made a support group overnight, and it took a long time to develop into the current scale. 】

[Yes, you just said you have something to tell me, what is it? 】

After reading this long string of words, Lu Xiu and the Chinese sausage in his mouth broke, and he crunched heavily.

[Uncle Lu: It's okay, I just want to say that my Weibo account was discovered by my family, and the one I ripped to tear it up all day is not good, so I'm going to re-register for a Weibo and tell you beforehand. 】

[Uncle Lu: Which marketing account was hacking him again? You send me the link and I kill him. 】

The author has something to say: I wrote a little bit and couldn't stop the car. I tried to finish Xiaohe's chapter again and again. 2k novel reading network