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But go, rush in the direction of Jiang Yan, Jiang Yan fishes out the cat, and puts it into the water.

She squinted at Yue Changlan dissatisfied: "The water is getting cold."

Yue Changlan squatted on the edge of the bathtub embarrassingly, held down Guaiguai for Jiang Yan, and Guaiguai began to struggle, the water splashed everywhere, Yue Changlan panicked, thinking to himself, is it really such a terrible thing for a cat to get wet?Turning her head to look at Jiang Yan, she saw that Jiang Yan was unmoved, holding the nozzle and pouring coldly on Guaiguai's body. Yue Changlan suddenly felt that the other party's appearance was a bit like a female spy in a foreign movie, cold and resolute, with a beautiful appearance. Yan, in fact, only has her own mission in mind.

Thinking of beauty, Yue Changlan turned his eyes slightly, and saw that the thin T-shirt had been soaked with water, sticking to his skin, outlining graceful lines.

She couldn't help but lose her mind, she let go of her hand, and the cat slithered as if it had been oiled—and ran away again.

After washing the cat, almost an hour had passed. Jiang Yan wiped the water off her face and said, "It's better for me to wash it alone."

Yue Changlan hurriedly said, "I will do better next time."

Jiang Yan's heart moved, her eyes lingered on Yue Changlan, and she thought to herself: This person can't talk through his head, and if he washes together next time, that means they will still live together in a few months.

Living in the same place for several months, it is better to just make ends meet for the rest of my life.

She saw the other party's arm wet with water again, the water droplets slid across the skin, and there was a moving luster under the light. Although the arm was slender, it also had faint muscle lines, and the fingers were long and smooth like jade.

The long hair is tied into a low ponytail, hanging from the shoulders, and the black hair is like a waterfall, flowing down to the waist. The waist is slender but seems to have toughness, like a willow branch just pulled out.

Well, spending the rest of your life together is not considered a living.

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After this bath, not only were the two half wet, but Guaiguai's psychology seemed to have been greatly traumatized, and he hid in the nest and ignored them.

But Jiang Yanyue and Chang Lan didn't care. The two were very tired after being away for so long. Naturally, they went to sleep in their own rooms. Christmas Eve gift.

When I woke up the next day, I found that there were many @her on Weibo, and they all asked her why Mr. Yue hadn't posted on Weibo for so many days.

Jiang Yan couldn't help laughing, she found that Yue Changlan seemed to have become an Internet celebrity now.

In the past, she had no Weibo for a year and a half, and no one cared at all. Now she has been unable to do anything for more than a month, and she was urged to be like this.

When eating breakfast in the morning, Jiang Yan mentioned this matter to Yue Changlan. They didn't switch bodies. Jiang Yan ate the fruit meal very restrainedly, watching Yue Changlan's "luxury breakfast" and swallowed.

When Yue Changlan heard Jiang Yan mentioning this matter, she raised her eyebrows and said, "Really? Why haven't I received many messages?"

She took out her mobile phone to take a look, only to find that she logged in with a small number by default on the mobile phone.

She quickly changed the number, Jiang Yan caught a glimpse of Yue Changlan's operation, and immediately understood that Yue Changlan should have a trumpet.

She couldn't help but wonder, what would Yue Changlan's trumpet look like?

Many people in the industry have a trumpet, because the entertainment industry is under a lot of pressure, there is always a channel to relieve psychological pressure, but the big account is not even controlled by themselves, they have to post a few Weibo every day, and write everything they find. Into the contract, so I had to apply for a trumpet to give myself a little space to release pressure.

Jiang Yan took the account of "Guaiguaibao" because of this application, but she did not expect to become a cute pet blogger, but this is also good, because few people would guess that a cute pet blogger can also be a cute pet blogger at the same time. star.

So the question is back again, what is Yue Changlan's trumpet used for?Will she also say things in the trumpet that she usually dare not say?If so, what would it be like?

Jiang Yan and Yue Changlan have been together for a long time, and she already knows that the other party is not as indifferent as she once imagined. In fact, the other party is sometimes very naive, and there are also things that are not good at, and because of things that are not good at, they will get angry. temper.

However, she knew that there were still many things she didn't know.

It’s as if I’m often the person who doesn’t understand me the least. The closer I get, the more things I don’t know. Maybe it’s because the more I understand, the less I dare to say that I have seen a person clearly.

Because human beings are so complicated.

Jiang Yan had already thought about the level of "human beings" in her heart, but she didn't expect that Yue Changlan's trumpet was just for sucking cats.

Yue Changlan quit the cat-sucking account, logged in to the account, and saw thousands of messages. She clicked in, and after a quick scan, she found that some of them confessed to her and called her "husband", some of them called her "husband", some of them asked her to post on Weibo, and some They were scolding her, while others were asking her—why haven't you interacted with Jiang Yan recently?

Yue Changlan glanced at Jiang Yan, and thought to himself: Interactions happen every day, but I'm afraid that it will scare you to death.

She swiped her phone and asked casually, "What should I post?"

Jiang Yan said: "You really want to post it, pet fans pet fans."

Yue Changlan frowned: "Favorite? What do you mean?"

Jiang Yan said: "Love your fans, if your fans ask you to post, you can post it. It's not like you don't like to post on Weibo in the first place."

Yue Changlan thought about it, and found that he really had the urge to post on Weibo because he saw so many people looking forward to posting on Weibo.

She suddenly understood why so many people wanted to be popular. It turned out that it was a happy thing to find that so many people liked her regardless of conditions.

Yue Changlan said: "Well, it's indeed for fans."

Jiang Yan didn't expect Yue Changlan not to refute. Sometimes, she felt that Yue Changlan was a bit awkward, but it seemed that the other party was not awkward about this matter. She smiled and said, "Then you can post Merry Christmas, today just happens to be Christmas." Festival."

After saying this, Jiang Yan seemed to think of something, and said, "By the way, I'm still planning to go to the company to get a gift."

"Gift?"

"Well, there are always fans giving gifts during festivals, and Christmas is the most birthday. I'm going to go to the company to get some. Do you mind if I move some more things here?"

Yue Changlan thought it was strange, nodded, and asked again: "Aren't you tired after unwrapping so many presents?"

Jiang Yan smiled, but then looked a little lonely: "Because I'm worried that there are dangerous items inside, the presents are all unpacked, I just go to get some things that can be kept, and there will not be many, because the fans will organize themselves, not to mention , I don’t want them to send too expensive things.”

Looking at Jiang Yan's expression, Yue Changlan was slightly touched in his heart.

She used to think that celebrities and fans were just a relationship between supply and demand in the market, but now she gradually discovered the friendship contained in it.

Everything was fine, so Yue Changlan accompanied Jiang Yan to the company, and went back to the long-lost CEO's office. The personal assistant looked at Yue Changlan with a strange expression, and there was only one sentence in his eyes-wow, he came today.

Yue Changlan felt ashamed, but at the same time she found one thing, that is, if she didn't work for half a day before, she would feel uncomfortable all over her body, and her brain would scream how much time she had wasted, causing huge pressure to accumulate in her heart instantly, but recently, this feeling It seems to have disappeared, she is no longer oppressed by this kind of pressure from herself, in fact, she no longer needs to have such pressure, she can complete a lot of work outside the office, the company is on the right track, even if She left it alone, and this machine that had already started to move could run on its own for a long time.

In the past, I couldn't relax, not so much because of the existence of pressure, but as a habit, or...a means of escaping.

But now Yue Changlan has to admit that it feels quite cool to be the hands-off shopkeeper.

She stayed in the office for two hours, pretending, and then wandered to Jiang Yan's. Jiang Yan was chatting with someone, and when she saw Yue Changlan coming, she waved at her.

Yue Changlan walked over, walked closer, and the person chatting with Jiang Yan asked her: "Mr. Yue, what is so happy about?"

Only then did Yue Changlan realize that he was smiling, and quickly suppressed his smile, and said, "Let me see how many gifts Yanzi has received."

Now she calls "Yanzi" very naturally, without the feeling of neither embarrassment nor embarrassment in the past.

The three chatted for a while, Jiang Yan put away the gift and said, "I'm going to leave, how about you?" She asked Yue Changlan.

Yue Changlan immediately said, "Well, I'm leaving too."

Yue Changlan's personal assistant saw Yue Changlan's car leave the company again from upstairs, sighed and said, "Oh, it's really difficult to get over the beauty pass, from now on the king won't go to court early..."

Yue Changlan naturally didn't know that she had become a "faint lord" in the eyes of her subordinates. She was in the car, listening to Jiang Yan talk about the gifts she received this year.

"...hand-knitted gloves, scarves, hats, greeting cards, bracelets..."

Yue Changlan said casually, "What brand of bracelet?"

Jiang Yan said: "It's also handmade."

Jiang Yan seemed very happy and took pictures of these gifts one by one.

"Are you going to post on Weibo?" Yue Changlan asked.

Jiang Yan shook her head: "No more, I don't want to be seen as encouraging fans to give gifts."

Yue Changlan sighed again: "It's really not easy for you."

Jiang Yan sighed: "I also want to express my gratitude, but there are always various unexpected factors, but sometimes I will mention it when I am interviewed, so I can only respond in this way."

As if she mentioned something she cared about, Jiang Yan talked about some problems that she usually encounters and the points that would be sprayed. Yue Changlan frowned, but when she saw Jiang Yan talking about fans and work, she stretched out. Look, I know in my heart that the other party loves this profession.

So even though I am dissatisfied and unwilling, I want to continue.

And myself, looking at Jiang Yan like this, seemed to be able to feel the same satisfaction.

What is this feeling...

Such thoughts flashed by, and they were already home.

Before they got home, the two of them were going to the supermarket to buy some ingredients. Probably because of the festival, the supermarket was also decorated like a Christmas tree, decorated with green and red clinker paper, and there were some cooked foods that were special Christmas ingredients, such as baked goods. Roasted chicken and duck, and apples in sock-shaped bags.

Both of them bought some, Jiang Yan suddenly said, "Would you like to visit Miss Lin, and buy some apples as a gift."

Yue Changlan was usually the most impatient to do these things, but now he was not unhappy, nodded in agreement, and the two went to Lin Junya's house first.

After arriving at Lin Junya's house, she realized that her house was very lively. Just opening the door, Jiang Yan heard more than one child screaming.

Lin Junya said: "Because it happened to be a weekend, my daughter and son brought their grandchildren over to play."

When she said this, she had a happy smile on her face.

At this moment, Jiang Yan suddenly thought of Renjie in Russia. Although the other party and Lin Junya were very different in work and life, they were both about the same age. However, Renjie lived alone, while Lin Junya had a lot of descendants.

However, Renjie seems to look younger, maybe because Lin Junya's kind smile is so much like a grandma.

Because there were people in Lin Junya's family, they didn't go in. They just greeted at the door for a while, and then went home. After returning home, they first prepared dinner together. The dinner was not very complicated, but at least there were soup and vegetables, very similar to a Yue Changlan felt that the dishes he cooked with his own hands were almost the same as those of the aunt he invited before.

This made her feel a strange sense of pride, because earlier, that aunt looked at her with a sigh and said, "Although she is a big boss, she can't do any housework, so what should I do?"

At that time, she looked at her aunt and said speechlessly: "That's why I invited you."

Having said that, I still feel aggrieved after thinking about it, so now that I learn how to cook, I can't help but think: Huh, it's not particularly difficult.

When the food was on the table, Jiang Yan was lingering in front of the refrigerator, wanting to open a bottle of red wine, but worried that Yue Changlan would not agree, and was thinking about how to speak when the doorbell rang suddenly.

With the experience of the coffee table last time, Jiang Yan's first reaction was that Yue Changlan bought something again, so she turned her head and asked, "Did you buy anything?"

Yue Changlan seemed to be taken aback, jumped up from the chair and asked, "How do you know I bought it?"

Jiang Yan didn't expect Yue Changlan to have such a big reaction. She guessed what the other party bought—could it be a pornographic magazine?Or sex, entertainment products?

Yue Changlan stroked his hair and said, "Well, if you know, it doesn't seem like a surprise."

Yue Changlan went out and opened the door, and came back after a while, holding a large bouquet of blue flowers in his hands.

As she walked towards Jiang Yan, she looked at the ground shyly, and said, "Don't you like blue, so I ordered blue flowers, it seems to be iris and hydrangea."

Jiang Yan was stunned.

She doesn't know!She was both surprised and delighted now, and her first reaction was—oh no, I didn't prepare a gift.

The author has something to say: Thank you for constantly jumping into the pit and throwing 2 mines

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Thank you Silent for throwing a mine

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There was a strange tension in the air.

Because of this nervousness, Jiang Yan's mind went blank, and she subconsciously took out a bottle of red wine that she had been looking at for a long time.

"Then, open a bottle of wine to celebrate?"

Yue Changlan: "..." What kind of answer is this?

Although it was a bit shy to send flowers, Yue Changlan still expected some reaction from Jiang Yan, even if it was an exaggerated reaction of "Changlan is so caring".

She was a little disappointed, but of course she would never show it. She nodded calmly and looked at Jiang Yan holding a corkscrew in one hand and a wine bottle in the other. She seemed to have no hands to hold flowers, so she pretended to be flat. : "Then I'll put the flowers on the side."

Jiang Yan hurriedly said, "I'll get it, I'll get it."

Jiang Yan came up to meet her, and first gave Yue Changlan the corkscrew, and after receiving the flowers, she gave Yue Changlan the red wine.

The two exchanged the things in their hands, as if they were exchanging gifts. Yue Changlan was happier than before, but still couldn't help asking tentatively, "Do you like it?"

Jiang Yan said: "I like it so much."

Yue Changlan said: "But you have received many flowers, maybe you don't find it unusual?"

Jiang Yan looked at Yue Changlan and said jokingly, "Are you jealous?"

Yue Changlan raised his eyebrows, his face was absurd, but his heart was beating wildly, as if he had really been told what was on his mind.

But of course she would never admit that it was because of what was said, she thought to herself: No matter what happens, of course I want to be the special one.

She turned around and put the red wine on the table, and started to uncap the bottle.

Jiang Yan held the flowers and couldn't put them down. She picked up her phone and started taking selfies. She took one after another, but she was not satisfied. Yue Changlan couldn't stand it anymore, and asked, "You took pictures and didn't post them. Come and eat."

Jiang Yan hurriedly said: "Who said I won't send it? I must send the flowers when I receive them. The flowers wither soon. Of course, they are used to send photos."

It was the first time Yue Changlan heard such a miraculous argument. She took a deep look at Jiang Yan and thought: Then I didn't seem to take a picture last time, why didn't she remind me.

The red wine had already been poured into the glass, Jiang Yan sat on her chair, but kept taking selfies with flowers in her hands, Yue Changlan looked at Jiang Yan with her face propped up while eating the roast chicken.

Under the blue petals, the opponent's face also seemed to be shining with a cold light, his hair was scattered on both sides of his shoulders, and the slightly curly hair covered half of his eyes.

Yue Changlan said, "Why don't you show your whole face?"

Jiang Yan said: "I think it looks better this way."

Yue Changlan didn't think so, but he didn't bother to say it. Just as he was about to have a sip of wine, Jiang Yan said, "You should take pictures for me."

Yue Changlan still deeply remembers that Jiang Yan disliked her photography skills in the desert, and her first reaction was to refuse: "I don't want it, don't you dislike my ugly photos?"

Jiang Yan looked up at Yue Changlan in disbelief: "You are the president, why are you so stingy?"

Yue Changlan was inexplicable: "What does it have to do with the president? And I'm just worried that you don't like the photos I took."

Jiang Yan dragged the chair and moved to Yue Changlan's side: "Help me take a picture."

She blinked at Yue Changlan with hopeful eyes.

Yue Changlan: "...Are you acting like a baby?"

Jiang Yan: "...Don't tell me if you find out, or I'll be embarrassed."

The eyes of the two met, and finally they both laughed. Yue Changlan took the phone and said, "Okay, how do I take pictures?"

Jiang Yan hurriedly held the flowers and stood by the dining table. Seeing that the roast chicken on the table was in disarray, she picked it up with chopsticks and arranged it more beautifully: "Put the vegetables in together, and see if the filter looks good." ? Will it be too yellow?"

Yue Changlan frowned: "Don't use a filter, it's not clear anymore, the light is already yellow..."

Jiang Yan immediately said: "I would rather not have me than not have a filter!"

Yue Changlan: "..." I don't understand.

She just took a few photos with the camera set by Jiang Yan, Jiang Yan took a look at it, nodded and said: "It's not satisfactory."

Yue Changlan: "... I won't take pictures for you in the future."

Jiang Yan immediately changed her tone: "It's so good, it's ten thousand times better than my own!"

It's still pompous.Yue Changlan thought.

Jiang Yan took another photo of the food on the table and was about to start posting photos. While editing the text, she asked, "By the way, today is almost over, why haven't you posted on Weibo yet?"

Yue Changlan said, "How do you know I didn't post it?"

Jiang Yan took it for granted: "You are my special concern."

Yue Changlan looked at Weibo and thought: What is "special attention"?

Jiang Yan seemed to understand Yue Changlan's expression: "Special attention is...you post on Weibo and I will receive pushes as soon as possible."

Yue Changlan thought for a while, and realized that his special concern might only be "People's Daily".

Jiang Yan narrowed her eyes and looked at Yue Changlan: "By the way, I set you as special attention, so you should give me the same treatment, right?"

Yue Changlan felt that she could say "why" now, but she silently flipped through her phone and asked, "How to set it up?"

Yue Changlan finished setting "Special attention", Jiang Yan also edited Weibo and clicked to send, Yue Changlan immediately received a push, saying that Jiang Yan had published a new Weibo.

Yue Changlan clicked in and saw Jiang Yanfa's——

@江艳V: I had a big Christmas dinner and received a gift. I am very happy. If possible, I really hope that every day is like this. [image][image][image]

Yue Changlan looked at the photos he took for a while, and the people in the photos smiled so brightly that the expression management was not perfect, but such smiles gave people a feeling of happiness.

So, does Jiang Yan feel happy now?

Yue Changlan looked up at Jiang Yan.

The other party looked at the phone with a smile, as if he was replying to someone.

Yue Changlan swiped through the comments on her Weibo, and found that there were already hundreds of comments in just a short while, and several of them asked this question——so, who were you with? [husky]

Others said - lack of a group photo.

What's more, just ask directly - is the good thing coming soon?

The strange thing is that although many people have talked about her "ambiguous relationship" with Jiang Yan before, no one seems to think that Jiang Yan is with her under this Weibo.

Probably because the heat has passed.

For some unknown reason, Yue Changlan suddenly had a bad taste and wanted to add more firewood to the fire.

She also took a photo of the dishes on the table, of course, in her own way, without any filter, and then edited the text—[I heard someone say that today is Christmas, and that I can send a tweet Bo "favorite fans", after listening to the explanation of "favorite fans", I feel that I must post a post.Merry Christmas to everyone, and share a dinner someone made today...]

She was typing when Jiang Yan suddenly asked her: "What are you doing?"

Yue Changlan was startled, trembled, and almost dropped the phone into the bowl.

She was inexplicably guilty, but then thought: Am I doing something shady?

So she said, "Are you planning to post on Weibo?"

Jiang Yan looked excited: "Then send it quickly, I'll wait and see."

Yue Changlan said: "You can watch it now."

Jiang Yan shook her head: "No, no, I'm a little fan, I'm waiting for you to post."

Yue Changlan: "..."

Jiang Yan held her face in her hands, as expected, making a "little fan" appearance.

Yue Changlan looked at the text on his mobile phone again, and this time belatedly found that the writing seemed plain, but there seemed to be a vague ambiguity.

Weird feeling.

Yue Changlan raised his eyes to look at Jiang Yan, and quickly deleted all of them. After deleting, he found that his actions just now seemed more like a guilty conscience.

Inexplicably, she became angry with herself, and wrote again—[Yanzi told me that today is Christmas, I can post a Weibo.But what does "favorite" mean?Does posting on Weibo count as a "favorite fan"?I just feel...]

Yue Changlan was halfway through the fight, then thought again: It seems a bit long-winded.

Jiang Yan asked: "Isn't it ready yet? How about I help you think about what to post?"

Yue Changlan said, "No need."

She typed something again, and finally put the phone on the side with its back facing up, and said with a sigh of relief: "Okay." Absolutely not changing it!

With a sound of "Ding--", Jiang Yan's mobile phone received a notification.

Jiang Yan hurriedly checked Yue Changlan's Weibo.

There is only one line of four words on it——

@越长兰V: Merry Christmas.

Jiang Yan: "..."

Yue Changlan said: "I think blessings are the most important thing, and I won't talk about anything else."

Jiang Yan: "...Didn't you type for a long time just now, and even took pictures."

Yue Changlan couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed when she was exposed and took photos, and quickly changed the subject: "Come on, let's have a drink, Merry Christmas." She raised her glass.

Jiang Yan refused to let go: "Don't, what you wrote just now, it's been a long time since you wrote it, how can you not post it? Say it, say it..."

She patted the table and begged, Yue Changlan couldn't bear it anymore, and said, "Obviously you told me to just send Merry Christmas! I just listen to you!"

This sentence successfully made Jiang Yan fall into silence.

Jiang Yan looked at Yue Changlan, her lips twitched, she wanted to say something, but she didn't say it, so she raised her glass and said, "Let's clink glasses."

Complete lore, home run, super god, mvp!Jiang Yan didn't know how to describe how she felt when she heard that sentence just now. In short, she lost.

The meal that had been neglected for a long time was finally favored. The two ate quietly and were half full. Jiang Yan suddenly thought of something and asked curiously: "How did you know that I like blue?"

Yue Changlan said: "Didn't I memorize a lot of your hobbies when I was interviewing you? My favorite color is blue, my favorite fruit is orange, my favorite vegetable does not exist, my favorite food It's a duck neck—right?"

Jiang Yan was speechless, but her cerebral cortex was active as if setting off fireworks. She felt that she couldn't understand Yue Changlan at all. It's heart-warming.

It doesn't look like it was intentional.

And today, the other party prepared a gift.

Jiang Yan originally thought about preparing gifts, but she found that Yue Changlan didn't seem to have the habit of celebrating Christmas, and was worried that giving gifts today would make the other party feel burdened, so instead of thinking about it, she was rude.

After eating, Jiang Yan thought for a long time, and said to Yue Changlan: "I don't know what to give you, shall I sing you a song?"

Yue Changlan nodded. If Jiang Yan insisted on giving her a gift, she would be embarrassed, thinking that it was her gift that "forced" the other party to return the gift, but it seemed to be nothing if she just sang.

Jiang Yan went back to the room and took out a guitar.

She had moved a lot of things from home before, and she seemed to have plans to live there for a long time.

And playing the guitar—she’s actually not very good at it, but she was bored before, so she asked a teacher to learn three songs, one "Love You", one "Christmas Song", and one "Happy New Year", and then there was no And then.

But it came in handy at this moment, Jiang Yan took the guitar and set up a posture, playing and singing: "Jinglebells, jinglebells..."

After playing and singing, she looked at Yue Changlan and asked, "How is it?"

Yue Changlan was silent for a long time. Finally, he let out a long sigh and said, "Give me the guitar."

Jiang Yan was taken aback, and passed the guitar over, seeing Yue Changlan holding the guitar, the standard posture seemed to be her guitar teacher back then.

She simply strummed the strings, tuned down, and began to sing: "It never snows in the city where I live..."

Jiang Yan was dumbfounded, it was the first time she knew that Yue Changlan could play the guitar.

But she quickly remembered that she had noticed that there were thin calluses on Yue Changlan's fingertips. She was also curious about why, but she never thought about it.

On the one hand, she has the embarrassment of "playing a big sword in front of Guan Gong", and on the other hand, she has the happiness of hearing someone she likes sing. The superposition of the two has become a pure appreciation of music.

The deep voice seems to be able to make people slightly drunk with red wine, and there are a few passages that are slightly hoarse, like the friction of ice and snow. In a trance, I really saw the fine snow falling and slowly melting on the street.

And Yue Changlan sang and played the piano, she was a little unfamiliar at first, and then the feeling came back. She thought about how long it had been since she sang in front of others—it was so long that she couldn't even remember.

Then why do you want to sing today?

Probably, seeing Jiang Yan trying so hard to sing well in front of me, I was deeply moved—so I also thought, sing a song for her.

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@喜嘉宝V: I am so happy today, so happy, so happy! [image][image][image]

Jiang Yan took the trumpet and posted such a Weibo, and she also posted three photos in line with her status as a cute pet blogger.

Someone soon commented on her—I don’t know why, I think the blogger is trying to seduce me to eat dog food with pictures of her being obedient.

Jiang Yan laughed loudly, and then thought with a lonely face: Ah, I really want to give out dog food.

It was already late at night, and she had already arrived in her room, but her brain was still extremely excited, and Yue Changlan's singing seemed to be still echoing in her mind.

She didn't expect Yue Changlan to sing so well. Of course, the other party's voice is also very nice. It seems normal to sing well, but he also plays the guitar well and the pitch is accurate. It can be seen that he has practiced before.

Really versatile.Thinking of this, Jiang Yan felt a sense of inferiority that she was not worthy of.

But she quickly put this negative feeling aside, and started to browse Yue Changlan's Weibo. Speaking of it, although Yue Changlan only simply posted "Merry Christmas", it seemed to have hit the cuteness of the fans. In other words, it just fits the character design given by the fans in their minds, and everyone left a message below——

[Haha old cadre style. 】

[Mr. Wow Yue actually posted on Weibo. 】

【Only four words】

[Hahaha, just as I imagined, so cold. 】

Jiang Yan thought back to Yue Changlan who was singing, and thought that the other party was not only not cold, but unexpectedly gentle.

At the same time, Yue Changlan was also checking Weibo.

In the past, except for sucking cats, she never commented on other people's Weibo, because she felt that doing such things was a waste of time, but this time she didn't know why, she especially wanted to see what the comments on Jiang Yan's Weibo were all about. What.

Well, after all, it's rare to give a gift, and I'd like to know what everyone thinks about her taste.

In order to prevent her hands from slipping, she logged back into her account and watched Jiang Yan's Weibo comments.

As usual, there are comments from black fans in the comments, and they are still old-fashioned statements from a while ago. Yue Changlan saw one report and one report, and felt that he had also kept up with the trend of the times, and knew that Weibo could report.

At present, the most popular Weibo has tens of thousands of likes, and the first one says—[The flower language of iris seems to be desperate love. 】

The second article——[but hydrangea represents hope, and blue represents eternity and loyalty [love]]

Someone commented under the second article - [I feel even more desperate after such a contact. 】

Another one said——[Don’t talk nonsense upstairs, the blue iris represents secret love. 】

In the end, someone concluded—[Okay, I understand, the story is like this, the other party secretly loves, but knows that he has no hope, feels desperate, but still expresses that even so, he will always be loyal. 】

——【...Is it that miserable? 】

——[Can I touch your trophy? 】

——[Wait for me to plant an orange grove for you. 】

Yue Changlan: "..." She did remember that flowers have a flower language, but to be honest, she didn't think that much at all.

At that time, she just browsed the pages of the flower shop's online store and ordered two kinds of blue flowers.

Why do you make up so much in the comments...

That being said, it seems that he is really miserable.

Yue Changlan turned over and lay on the bed, and suddenly found that although the story described by the other party did not fit her relationship with Jiang Yan, it vaguely fit her relationship with Mo Tongtong.

Could it be that I am so reckless that buying someone else a bunch of flowers can lead to a failed crush?

She raised her hand to cover her forehead, blocking the direct light from above with her palm, and then closed her eyes.

At that time, what did I think when I knew that Mo Tongtong and Gu Zhanqiao were together?

I hope that they will separate, I hope that everything will start again, I hope that all this is false... So I drowned myself in alcohol, hoping that when I woke up from the stupor, I found that everything was just a nightmare.

Desperate?Desperate indeed.

Speaking of which, I only found out now that I did have a faint thought at the time, thinking that I would never want to fall in love, never want to find a partner again.

It's not that she is limited to "eternal loyalty" or something. Yue Changlan scoffs at such things as "loyalty". She is just tired and feels that she will never meet the next person she loves.

So when I encountered Jiang Yan's confession at that time, my first reaction was to immediately reject it, and even thought it was funny.

What's so funny?Thinking about it now, it's definitely not because she thinks Jiang Yan is funny, but probably because she thinks she's funny, thinking that someone like me would actually like it.

However, in the depths of my heart, it seems that I am not without joy.

Although she was rejected, although she was hurt, and although she felt bad at first, another person told her: You deserve to be liked by others.

It seems to be something that can be called redemption.

As Yue Changlan thought about it, the black screen in his hand suddenly vibrated, and a message came from Weibo——

[Guaiguaibao you follow sent a message]

——Ah, it turns out that Guaiguaibao is the special attention of her account.Yue Changlan thought belatedly.

So, in fact, I have already set Jiang Yan as a special concern.

Thinking about it this way, there is really a kind of fate-like fate.

But Yue Changlan doesn't like talk about fate, fate, fate, etc., so she just clicked on this Weibo——

[@喜崔宝V: I am so happy today, so happy, so happy! [Picture][Picture][Picture]]

Yue Changlan couldn't help laughing.

In the next second, the scenery in front of her changed.

Yue Changlan: "..." Day!

She jumped up from Jiang Yan's bed in a panic, and the two pompoms on the side of Jiang Yan's pajama hat also jumped up and hit her in the face.

Yue Changlan jumped out of bed and opened the door, wanting to rush to his room, unexpectedly, the door of his own room opened as soon as he reached the door, Jiang Yan opened the door in panic, and looked at Yue Changlan at the door.

Jiang Yan said: "...I, I'll take my mobile phone." Oops, she didn't see my trumpet, did she?

Yue Changlan swallowed, nodded and said, "I also take my mobile phone." She