[Wearing the Book] The villain tyrant wants to spoil me

Mo Yihuan's heart beat wildly in an instant.

He clicked on the comments below, and this time all the comments were scolding him, some scolded him for being shameless in the unspoken rules, and some even speculated that the scene was directed and acted by Mo Yihuan himself, and the photo was found by him. It was photographed by others, and he also bought the trending search, with the purpose of gaining Ji Yue's popularity.

At the same time, the number of his weibo fans increased sharply, and his private messages exploded, almost all of them scolded him.

As his fingers slid across the screen, lines of unsightly words came into view, Mo Yihuan couldn't stand it anymore, he turned off his phone, and buried himself under the blanket.

Although I told myself over and over again that things like this in the entertainment industry are inevitable, as a public figure, one must be mentally prepared to face criticism.But thinking of those vicious and cursing words, he still couldn't help feeling sad.

At this moment, he suddenly thought of Ji Yue.

...By the way, seeing these public opinions, Ji Yue won't also misunderstand that he directed and acted this incident, right?

Thinking of this, Mo Yihuan sat up from the bed in an instant.

He doesn't care how others scold him, but he can't stand Ji Yue misunderstanding himself, not even for a second.

He picked up his mobile phone and wanted to call Ji Yue, but just as he was about to dial the number, Ji Yue's call suddenly came.

Mo Yihuan hurriedly picked up the phone, and before the man on the other side could speak, Mo Yihuan rushed to explain: "Ji Yue, listen to me, I really didn't do this thing, if I know someone followed me Shoot us, I will never..."

"You don't need to say it, I know it's not you."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the man's deep voice.

This made Mo Yihuan stunned, and only heard the man say in a comforting tone: "Don't read Weibo or anything else, and don't go out casually. There are many reporters blocking your door. I'll send someone to pick you up later." company."

The man's gentle and low-pitched words fell on his ears, and Mo Yihuan's heart suddenly surged with warmth, and all the bad mood just now disappeared in an instant.He nodded, and responded with a choked voice: "...um."

After a while, a car parked downstairs.According to Ji Yue's instructions, Mo Yihuan disguised himself and got into the car without attracting the attention of the reporters outside.

The car took Mo Yihuan to the company.

As soon as he entered the rest room, he saw Song Zheji.

Mo Yihuan was taken aback for a moment.

...To be honest, he had suspected from the very beginning that this matter was planned by Song Zheji.

Song Zhejizheng sat on the sofa and looked at his mobile phone. When he heard him coming in, he raised his head and smiled warmly at him: "Are you here?"

The young man in front of him stood still at the door, looking at him with vigilant eyes: "...Did you do it?"

Song Zheji didn't answer, but looked up and down the young man in front of him with a half-smile, and his eyes finally fell on the red mark on his neck.The boy's skin was already very fair, and the mark was like a red plum blossom in the snow, which was particularly eye-catching.

The corners of Song Zheji's lips curled into an inexplicable arc: "Mo Yihuan, did you really sleep with him?"

Facing the man's naked words, Mo Yihuan's face was slightly hot, and he felt a little sullen because he felt offended, so he gritted his teeth and remained silent.

The smile on the corners of Song Zheji's lips deepened: "You are quite capable of taking care of Ji Yue so quickly. He is well-known in the circle for being frigid."

Mo Yihuan interrupted him coldly: "Stop talking."

Song Zheji stood up, stretched out his hand and gently patted Mo Yihuan's shoulder, and said narrowly, "Mo Yihuan, Mo Yihuan, I really didn't miss you. Now it seems that you can not only bring Ji Li down, Even Ji Yue can bring it down together."

Mo Yihuan took a step back, avoiding his hand calmly, and looked at him with a frown: "What do you mean?"

"Ji Yue is in trouble this time." Song Zheji said with a smile: "If the public relations do not handle this matter well, it is very likely that this person's establishment will collapse and his reputation will plummet. It is possible to be directly banned from Xuezang."

Mo Yihuan thought about the impact of this incident on Ji Yue, but he never expected that it would be as serious as Song Zheji said.

He froze on the spot, feeling chills in his heart.

Song Zheji looked at the faintly pale face of the young man in front of him, and said with a smile: "You don't have to worry too much, even if he really doesn't want to be in the entertainment industry, the worst thing is to go back and take over his father's company."

He paused, then smiled again: "What's more, this is a good thing for you. Think about it, black and red are also red. You use this wave of popularity to increase your popularity. When the time comes, the public relations will be whitewashed. A top class is you."

"I won't take advantage of this kind of enthusiasm!" Mo Yihuan gritted her teeth and said decisively, "I will clarify this matter."

Song Zheji raised his eyebrows slightly: "Clarify? How are you going to clarify?"

Mo Yihuan said softly: "I will tell the media that I was injured while practicing dancing, that's why he gave me a ride along the way and sent me home."

Song Zheji smirked: "And then just stayed at your house to take care of her all night?

Mo Yihuan really didn't want to hear what Song Zheji had to say, and he didn't like to hear a word of it.He lowered his eyes and turned to leave.

After walking two steps, he heard Song Zheji calling him: "Mo Yihuan!"

Mo Yihuan acted as if he didn't hear, and continued walking without looking back.

"...You should prepare well for the competition. Only by showing your strength in the competition can you prove that you were not selected based on your relationship. You are helping yourself as well as Ji Yue."

Mo Yihuan didn't expect Song Zheji to say these words to him suddenly, he paused, and said softly: "... I see, thank you."

Song Zheji smiled: "Speaking of which, Ji Yue is still my roommate in college. I have been classmates for four years, so I can't miss the friendship too much."

All afternoon, Mo Yihuan practiced hard in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the dance studio.

Last night, he was tossed about by Ji Yue all night, and he was exhausted, as if he had been dismantled and reassembled.And now, he has to practice these movements that are already difficult for him repeatedly.

The air conditioner was turned on in the dance practice room, but Mo Yihuan's shirt was almost drenched with sweat, every muscle in his body was stiff and sore, he could even hear his joints creaking.

Finally, while practicing a twist, his legs softened, his feet staggered, and he fell to the ground.

He sat on the ground in a daze, dazed for a while.

"... If you are tired, take a rest."

Just then, a familiar voice came from behind.

Mo Yihuan turned her head and saw Ji Yue was standing at the door quietly looking at him, and she didn't know how long he had been standing there.

Meeting the gaze of the young man, Ji Yue smiled, stepped forward, and passed a hand to Mo Yihuan: "Get up, rest for a while, and then I will practice with you."

Mo Yihuan caught his hand, but didn't get up.

A puzzled look appeared on Ji Yue's face, he squatted down in front of Mo Yihuan, and asked with concern: "What's wrong? Did you twist your foot?"

"No." Mo Yihuan shook his head, lowered his eyes sadly, and said softly: "I'm sorry, I caused you trouble..."

Ji Yue was taken aback for a moment, and then the corners of his lips curled up as if he was being teased.He reached out and scratched Mo Yihuan's nose lightly, and said in a funny tone: "What are you talking about, are you stupid?"

Mo Yihuan looked up at him: "But..."

Before he finished speaking, Ji Yue hugged him into his arms: "Don't worry, it's just a small matter, I will take care of it."

Ji Yue's embrace was as warm as ever. Mo Yihuan, the exhaustion and sadness of the afternoon were subsided, he hugged the man tightly, his nose was sore, and his voice was a little choked: "I will definitely take this Duan Wu has practiced well, don't worry, I will definitely not embarrass you when the time comes!"

Ji Yue smiled, stroked the young man's back soothingly, and said in a deep voice: "It's okay, just forget it if you don't practice well, don't tire yourself too much."

"How can we forget it?" Mo Yihuan said anxiously: "What if we lose..."

"If you lose, you lose." Ji Yue interrupted him, and said in a joking tone: "If you can't get out of the world, I can just hide you at home and raise you fat and white."

Mo Yihuan was amused by his words. He clenched his fist and punched the man on the back. He said softly but firmly: "I don't! I want to win, I must win!"

Seeing the serious expression on the young man's face, Ji Yue also suppressed his smile, and said in a deep voice, "Listen to you, if you want to win, I will help you win."

Mo Yihuan broke free from the man's embrace, and stood up staggeringly: "I have to hurry up and practice dancing, please help me to see if there is anything I can't dance up to!"

After several days of training around the clock, the day of the official competition finally arrived.

Mo Yihuan sat in the lounge with her back straight and her fists clenched slightly.

Seeing his faintly pale face, 520 ran up to his shoulder and patted him with his paw: "Don't be nervous, baby, you've already danced very well, you can definitely do it!"

Mo Yihuan said softly: "...Really?"

520 nodded vigorously with a sincere face: "Really, I definitely didn't lie to you. I was really amazed when I saw you dance for the first time!"

At this moment, a voice at the door notified him that it was time for him to play, and told him to go to the backstage to prepare.

Mo Yihuan took a deep breath and stood up.

520 waved his little paw at him: "Come on baby, you can definitely do it!"

Mo Yihuan stepped onto the stage step by step. The stage was huge and empty, and the spotlight was on him.

There were huge crowds of audiences in the audience. When he appeared on the stage, there was no applause, but sparse boos instead.

Mo Yihuan felt a little sad, he lowered his eyes sadly, and when he raised his head again, he met a pair of black eyes.

He saw Ji Yue.

The man was sitting on the teacher's seat, smiling slightly at him, his eyes twinkling with stars.

He felt at ease instantly.