Bunch of grass

Coming out of the club, Echizen Longya shook his slightly wet hair. His amber phoenix eyes looked at the reporters who were stopped by the security personnel around the steps. The flashing lights kept flickering. With a faint smile, he raised his hand and pulled the strap of the black tennis bag on his shoulder.

"Mr. Long Ya, is it true? Is that girl your girlfriend? How long have you been dating? Are you going to get married?" A reporter asked loudly, and she handed the microphone ahead.

Seeing this, everyone quickly raised the microphone, and the smile on Longya's lips grew stronger. Before he could speak, the agent standing beside him stepped forward, stood in front of him, opened his arms, Looking like an old hen guarding her chicks, she said loudly, "I'm sorry, but Longya will not respond to the news on the Internet today. If you fabricate things at will, we reserve the right to solve the problem through legal means."

The manager's words made the reporters' enthusiasm for moving forward a lot. Anyone who eats a reporter's job in the United States knows that Echizen Ryuya is not very cooperative. If he is in a good mood, then everything is easy to say. Questions must be answered, even the color of his underwear will be revealed in private, but if he is in a bad mood, the interview will not only be ruined, but will also affect the follow-up reporting work.

This time, is he in a good mood or not?

Long Ya raised her hand and patted the manager's shoulder, walked around the manager and walked down the steps. The flash light was more intense, Long Ya half-closed her eyes, the flash light stopped abruptly, and the microphone that was handed to her was also retracted a little. One, he took out his sunglasses from his trouser pocket and put them on the bridge of his nose. The corner of his mouth raised again, and he said a few words lightly: "No comment."

The reporters glanced at each other, put away their microphones one after another, and made way for Longya to walk unhurriedly, feeling the vibration coming from his trouser pocket, took out his phone and glanced at it, sliding his slender fingers across the screen : "Why, finally remembered to call me?"

"Hey, Miss Xiaoling is surrounded by those reporters and can't go out." A familiar voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Brat, my brother doesn't even cry out. He's not as cute as when he was a child." Long Ya frowned slightly, and said with some dissatisfaction.

"Madamadadane." Echizen Ryoma spat out his catchphrase.

"Oh? It turns out that I'm still far behind. It seems that there's nothing wrong with me. I hung up the phone." Long Ya took the phone away from her ear and counted in her heart: one, two...

Before the "two" began to fall, the person on the other end of the phone gritted his teeth and shouted: "Brother."

"Huh? What did you say? Didn't hear clearly." Long Ya put the phone back to her ear, and said casually, the curved corner of her mouth revealed his mood at the moment.

"Brother, brother!" Ryoma growled in a low voice.

"The voice is too stiff, it's uncomfortable to listen to." Long Ya looked critical.

"elder brother."

"It's still too hard, like someone is choking your neck."

"elder brother."

"No, no, not kind enough."

"...old brother."

"Well... so-so, let's make do, it would be better if you add 'dear'." Long Ya was finally satisfied and no longer obsessed with addressing issues, she obviously heard her little brother let out a long breath on the phone, and looked up. Looking around, the conversation changed, "Who is that Miss Xiaoling? You are so nervous about her? You can't be the one who developed in the United States behind Yun Xi's back. Brat, if you don't stare at you and order your shit, the spring will be bright Ah. Besides, your kid has a special taste, and you actually found someone who is older than you, and you have a whole sibling relationship..."

"Shut up, Miss Xiaoling is surrounded by those reporters because she made headlines with you!" Echizen Ryoma was driven mad by his brother's nonsense, and almost yelled.

"..." Long Ya was taken aback, her phoenix pupils hidden behind the sunglasses kept turning, and her high-speed spinning brain finally matched her brother's words with the photo on the Internet. It seemed that such a self-portrait was written in the lower right corner of the self-portrait. It turns out that her name is "Ling" in Chinese characters.

"Hello, brother." Echizen Ryoma called out anxiously seeing that there was no movement on the other end of the phone.

"Ah... I understand." Long Ya took away her phone, turned her head to look at the reporters who were packing up their eating utensils behind her, and said flatly, "Please tell your colleagues, this matter will come to an end like this , don't pester that girl anymore, she is not my girlfriend, and I don't have a girlfriend right now."

The astute reporters seemed to smell something, and one of the women asked loudly: "Then is it possible that she will become your girlfriend in the future?"

"Who knows what will happen in the future." Long Ya shrugged his shoulders, turned his head, strode towards the parking lot behind the club, put the receiver to his ear again, only heard a few busy voices, the corner of his mouth twitched, "You brat, you actually hung up on me? Let's see how I deal with you next time!"

After answering Echizen Ryoma's call, Fuling, who knew nothing about the follow-up incident, decided to enjoy this unexpected vacation. She made a cup of black tea and put it on the bedside table. The mellow tea fragrance lingered in her nose. Leaning on the big bed, with a book in his arms, the barbecued pork bun lay beside Fandong, his head resting on Fengling's lap, his eyes were slightly closed, and his big furry tail patted the floor every now and then.The pale golden sun shines through the gauze curtains, and the fine dust dances in the air. All of this is so quiet, only a "ding dong", the crisp ringtone breaks the tranquility of the room, and the roast pork wraps the ears Standing up, he stood up abruptly, turned his head to look at the door of the bedroom, and then rushed out of the bedroom with a "da da da...".

Fengling walked out of the bedroom barefoot, and saw the pork bun wagging its tail at the walkie-talkie, even jumping up and lying on the wall trying to reach the microphone with its claws. , Fengling rolled her eyes, reached out to pick up the walkie-talkie, and the char siew bun quickly changed the main body of the lying down, and threw herself directly on Fengling, her big furry head desperately arched forward.

"Hello, is this Miss Fengling?" A man's voice came from the other end of the receiver. Fengling subconsciously prepared to put the microphone back to its original position, but the man quickly explained, "I'm from the lobby management office on the first floor. .”

"...Hello, I'm Feng Ling." Feng Ling remembered the round-faced security guard, and secretly let go of her vigilance, "What's the matter?"

"Oh, I just want to tell you that those reporters have left just now. If you want to go out, there should be no problem." The security guard said.

"Okay, thank you." Feng Ling hung up the handset, looked at the golden retriever lying on her body, pursed her lips, patted the restless big head, turned around and walked into the living room, opened the entertainment page, the headline still belonged to Echizen Long Ya, it's just that the content has changed, and an interview video is attached. After the video is played, "Echizen Long Ya's Gossip Girlfriend" that is not fully counted by the news media appears, and she is biting the straw with a dazed expression The photos of are impressively appearing in it.

The corner of Fengling's mouth twitched fiercely, and the char siew buns sitting on the sidelines snorted, and the dog's face was full of mockery.

When did she become a rumored girlfriend again?

In the afternoon when there is no game, Echizen Ryuya is rarely alone at home.

Due to professional reasons, he didn't stay in New York for a long time. If it weren't for the Grand Slam at the end of each year, he would have forgotten that he had asked someone to buy an apartment in New York as a place to stay.It has been empty for a long time, and every corner of the room lacks popularity. Long Ya reached out and wiped the TV cabinet. His hands were covered with dust. He pursed his mouth in disgust, but he was too lazy to wipe it. In his words, It will be dirty again after wiping, so why bother.So every time he came back, he would just wipe the places he needed with water, and let the places that were not needed continue to be immersed in the baptism of dust.

Open the floor-to-ceiling windows and walk to the balcony. The potted plants I bought on a whim last year have long since withered, and the dry branches are hanging on the trunk and will fall off when touched.Long Ya turned her head, and her eyes fell on the pots of lush and thriving plants on the balcony next door. A vigorous branch passed through the anti-theft net and stretched out to Long Ya's balcony. Two white flower buds growing side by side smiled at Long Ya with the wind, making the flowers tremble.

There was a vibration in her trouser pocket. Long Ya took out her phone and slid across the screen without looking at it, and put it to her ear: "What else is there? Those reporters should have finished their journey?"

"What reporter? Long Ya, what have you done?" A gentle female voice came from the other end of the phone.

Long Ya was taken aback, and quickly took the phone away from his ear. After a closer look, he couldn't help but smile bitterly. He raised his hand and scratched his scalp, and put the phone to his ear again: "Old woman, there are no reporters, and I didn't do anything."

"Really?" The woman asked with some doubts, "Ryoma told us that your father and I also saw the news."

Long Ya hissed, cursed her younger brother secretly, and then said with a smile: "Old woman, what is said on the news is all false, you and the old man must not listen to the wind is the rain." Although he left in his teens family, but how can he not understand the personalities of the two people in the family? Fortunately, the old woman can say that the old man is particularly difficult to deal with.Don't look at him looking at swimsuit magazines when he has nothing to do all day long, eating some ice cream with his eyes, he seems to be no less gossip than those three aunts and six women, especially the gossip of his two sons, as soon as he feels a little trouble, he can't wait to dig three feet into the ground Pull out the root cause.

"If you could settle down earlier, why would there be such a mess of news? You see, Longma is already engaged to Yunxi. Longma said that they all know the girl mentioned in the news this time. Very good, working in a big company, doing advertising design, two years younger than you, parents and younger brother in Japan..." Rinko Echizen is most worried about the marriage of the eldest son, the official statistics of the rumored girlfriend ten fingers There are too many to count, let alone those recorded in unofficial history.

Every time this topic is brought up, the old woman will bring out that emotional idiot and preach to him. As for the boy's emotional intelligence, if it wasn't for Tezuka Yunxi's kindness to take him in, he would probably be a bachelor for the rest of his life. Thinking of this, Long Ya snorted softly, expressing her contempt for the little brother's nonsense.

"Long Ya, did you listen to me?" Echizen Rinko scolded.

"Yes... I'm listening." Long Ya covered her mouth and yawned. She got up early in the morning and was a little sleepy.

The sound of "huh, huh, huh..." caught Long Ya's attention. He turned his head and saw a beautiful golden retriever pulling the protective platform of the balcony next door, looking straight at him through the anti-theft net. There was first doubt in his eyes, then surprise, and finally anger, Long Ya was taken aback, when did he offend this dog?

There was a slight sound of footsteps, and the golden retriever jumped down. When turning around, the dog's eyes showed a hint of warning. Before Longya could recover, it pointed its hips at Longya and greeted it with its big tail. , for that rather humane dog, Long Ya couldn't laugh or cry.

A pair of slender bare feet came into view, Long Ya frowned slightly, raised his eyes, and when he saw clearly the neighbor standing on the balcony next door watering the flowers, he was stunned again.

how is she?

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