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"What did you say."

Su Changle tilted his neck back a little, and smiled at him slyly: "Didn't I tell you a long time ago that we are in love?"

"No, it's different."

Seeing his indifference, Song Nuan felt overwhelmed, angrily denied this point of view, jumped under the bed, and pressed the switch on the light.

"At that time, I lied to you by saying that I threw away the earrings. I went to the set to pick them up the next day."

He ran to the living room and took the down jacket hanging by the door, pulled open the inner pocket on the side, and took out a rather exquisite small box under Su Changle's surprised expression.

After opening it, the familiar shape suddenly fell into the eyes of the two people present.

Su Changle's expression suddenly became very complicated.

To be honest, the way he questioned himself because of this little gadget at that time still exists in his mind very clearly.

Thinking about it in his own shoes, Song Nuan should have been so touched by the gift he received that morning, and even did such a naive thing as raising his face and stealing a kiss.

But in the afternoon, when I heard some things in the play with Han Zijing, I realized that it was just my own sentimentality.

Even if the clichéd plot of "Stand-In" was made up half-brained and was quickly clarified, it was still because he didn't pay enough attention to Song Nuan, which led to the oolong.

"I will prepare a better gift for you, what are you doing with it?"

So Su Changle felt a little guilty, and after two seconds of being stunned, he started to look away and laugh haha, not wanting to look directly at this matter.

But Song Nuan seemed to be more calm than him, she shook her head and looked stubborn, her eyes sparkled: "Listen to me."

"I don't think I'm hypocritical. I didn't get angry after you explained it. I just felt a little... weird."

"This is the first birthday gift I got from you, so even though I understand that you didn't want to give it to me in the first place... I don't want to give it back at all."

"Xiao Nuan..."

Su Changle shook his head and sighed: "Don't say that, I did something wrong."

He has grown up so much that he has given out a lot of gifts, and he has never carefully selected them. Of course, this earring is no exception.

In an environment where everyone regards exchanging items as etiquette, the things you come and go to each other are of course not very solemn, and it is not worth thinking about new tricks at all.

But Song Nuan took it too seriously.

He regards this item that he bought from someone casually as a precious heart, so even if he feels uncomfortable, he is not willing to really throw it away.

Su Changle claims that he has never been afraid of anyone since he was a child. When he first took over the company in the early years, he never bowed his head when he was confronted with enemies at every step.

But looking at Song Nuan now, I actually feel ashamed to talk to people.

Song Nuan is not a fool, of course she should understand that if today's confession is not successful, the two of them probably won't be able to continue.

As long as he is sensible, he should take back all these small thoughts, maintain the status quo quietly, and use this relationship as much as possible to make himself climb higher.

"? You have nothing to do wrong."

Song Nuan was very puzzled by what this man said: "At that time, we didn't know each other for a long time, so I was completely self-indulgent."

Su Changle is several years older than him, maybe he has a lot of ex-boyfriends and ex-girlfriends, so it is of course much harder to be tempted than himself.

Song Nuan was bubbling sourly, but he had to admit that at that time he absolutely only regarded himself as a dispensable little lover.Giving something that others don't want like beckoning cats and dogs, and I didn't think much about it at all.

"I know that I don't have much knowledge, so I think you are very, very kind to me...Although you may think it's nothing, and you don't like me."

When he said this, he actually had so much courage left, he even regretted staying up in the middle of the night for such a long list of bbs.

After all, confessing this kind of thing is called sweetness only if the other party agrees with you, and it's a burden if it's the other way around.

If Su Changle really doesn't like him...

Hearing these estimates will only feel troublesome.

Until now, she didn't hear the answer she wanted. Song Nuan got under the quilt, uneasily pulled the dead skin on the edge of her nails, and suddenly began to give up on herself: "I can't go on, tell me whether it's life or death. Bar."

He closed his eyes fiercely as if he was waiting for the final judgment, and at the same time, two possible scenarios frantically flashed in his mind.

It's not that I didn't make mental preparations before deciding to speak up.

Frankly speaking, he felt that the chances of being rejected might be even greater.

But if you can guess it, you can guess it, if Su Changle really said that he doesn't like her, it's just because he didn't sleep enough.

He felt that he would still be very reluctant to accept it.

Maybe even cry.

Just thinking about this, Song Nuan felt that she was going to go crazy in advance.

It had been a long time since his last syllable fell, Su Changle raised and exhaled repeatedly, and then lit a cigarette inexplicably.

Only didn't answer my own question.

Song Nuan felt that he could probably imagine what his attitude would be in the end.

I guess I'm thinking about how to refuse it now.

"That, you don't have to be too embarrassed."

He laughed dryly with a hoarse voice, and changed his honorifics very quickly: "I won't stick to you like a dog's skin plaster, just a word, I can pack up and get out now."

Fuck, how on earth did I speak official Chinese so smoothly.

Song Nuan was amazed at her performance in her heart, but she still couldn't help feeling very depressed.

Because this is already the way he can think of, the easiest way to infect the other party's confession.

When I didn't really say what I thought, I used the excuse of being an illegitimate child to deliberately pretend to be scared and behave more obediently than usual.

Later, he took out the only earring that made Su Changle feel a little sorry for himself and sold it miserably.

He felt like a villainous supporting character in a TV show playing tricks. If he didn't get what he wanted in the end, then he really had no other choice.

"Xiao Nuan."

Su Changle was actually just thinking about how he should face such a clean relationship, he was afraid that he was not worthy of this sincerity, but he didn't expect Song Nuan to think so.

He threw away the cigarette butt and lifted the little star's chin, and saw the red eye sockets of the other party as expected.

"If it's just a simple gun|friend, I won't talk to him about any company-related topics."

Su Changle got closer to the person, and sprayed all his breath on Song Nuan's neck: "But I never shy away from this in front of you... Do you understand what this means?"

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Recently, other people in BWP have clearly felt that something is wrong with Song Nuan.

Among them, Nie Size, who was classified as a group with him this time, touched the most.

The singing and dancing of the troupe is almost done. In order to complete all the tasks before the annual holiday, they have already started to make preparations for the hair, the styling, and the MV recording.

Song Nuan and Nie Size are the fair-skinned ones in the team. They have always been dubbed the palette of the world by the other three. They almost have to change their hair color when they return to the official video.

It's too common for boy groups to sell corruption, but it's too obvious that Tong Yan and Meng Lianxiong are in a group.The planner usually ignores these two people who are almost inseparable every day, and focuses on making random matches for the remaining three people.

At the beginning, when Nie Sizhe heard that he was going to form a cp with Song Nuan, he almost lost his temper.Conspiracy theories kept running in his head, wondering if it was because he pushed Mu Zongjian that he had such an unlucky branch.

After all, it's not like they haven't tried to get together so forcefully in the past, but when they were not on the stage, they would insinuate each other, and when they got off the stage, they would directly push and shoved into the bathroom to shake their fists.

——Is this kind of relationship mode of killing each other and not loving each other really popular?

But no matter how dissatisfied he is with the result, personal grievances have to be sidelined before the business.

In the end, Nie Size sat on the seat next to Song Nuan with a bitter face, waiting for the barber to destroy the hair on his head.

"What's the matter, Brother Nuan, do you want to stop fighting with me because your old man's TV series may become popular next year?"

Song Nuan focused on the phone's WeChat interface, without even looking away: "Okay."

Nie Size: "???"

He didn't expect the first round to end like this at all, and his pupils couldn't believe his ears: "What did you just say?"

A good child, how could he become deaf at a young age.

Song Nuan cast a very loving gaze, then turned her gaze back to the phone screen, and amplified her volume a little: "I say, yes."

Nie Size: "???"

"If you move again, I can't guarantee whether the hair on the back of you will be the same as the dog gnawed."

The guys who sculpted them were hired all the time when they first debuted, and they got to know each other quite well in the past four or five years, so they said unceremoniously: "Hurry up, sit down."

"Oh oh oh."

Nie Size immediately adjusted his posture to be impeccable, but he still couldn't help scanning Song Nuan over and over again.

He was thinking that this person might have been possessed by something unclean.

Otherwise, how could you ignore what you just said to such an extent?

But of course, Song Nuan is not interested in guessing what the person who is about to be bound to her is thinking.

Anyway, he was just sending messages to Wan Yu'an from another styling studio.

Su Changle was born on the night of New Year's Eve, so it's not too far from now.

"I want to give him a song as a gift, just...the kind that I write and compose myself."

Wan Yu'an was silent for a long time, and it took a long time to reply: "Ancestor, writing a song is not so easy. And if you want to release it openly, it may take a long time to wait for review."

Song Nuan had long thought that it must be difficult, so she scratched her head and continued typing: "If I don't send it out, I'll treat it as a joke."

"That's fine, I will go back to the dormitory two hours later every night."

Wan Yu'an sent out such a message, stretched out his hand and massaged his scalp vigorously.

The hair stylist who has finally smoothed his hair and is about to proceed to the next step: "..."

However, Wan Yu'an didn't notice it, and his expression was very sad: "Staying up late is harmful... You said I'm fine, just press it like this, can you press back the hair that wants to get rid of me?"

The stylist slapped his hand off: "No."