I Heard You Like Me Too

He knows this man!

The apex of the heart trembled suddenly, the little liar almost didn't hold the drawing board, he managed to stabilize the movement of his hands, his eyes were a little flustered, his eyes were fixed on the corner of the painting, and he felt his legs go weak.

No wonder Qin Zhan said so categorically before that he could recognize it. It turned out that it was because of a small birthmark on this person's neck.

Even though it was only a little exposed, he was able to remember this small detail?

The little liar raised his head in surprise, but met his probing gaze, and couldn't help taking a step back, subconsciously wanting to separate himself from the prisoner.

Qin Zhan raised his hand to get the drawing board, but the little liar backed away.As soon as the fingertips touched the edge, the pads of the fingers rubbed against the wood, swept a piece of coarse wood, and his hand paused in the air.

Qin Zhan raised his eyes in doubt, and asked, "What do you want this for?"

The little liar came back to his senses, pretending to be calm on his face, but hesitated a bit: "I just want to take a look, why? The painting is too ugly to be seen by others?"

Qin Zhan looked at him amusedly, with a slight smile on his lips: "Am I ugly too?"

The little liar pursed his thin lips, dodged his eyes, nodded vigorously, and tried to look disgusted: "It's just ugly, so ugly! Look at what this painting is, it's so ugly!"

"I didn't draw his face, how do you know if he is good-looking or not?" Qin Zhan raised his voice suddenly, and the little liar was stunned, and he didn't recover for a while.

From his attitude, Qin Zhan probably knew that this prisoner should not be far away from him.

This little liar is Shen Jian's dog leg, and he knows the prisoner. It seems that the prisoner should brush his face very often.

He slightly hooked his lips, and reached out to take the drawing board from the little liar's hand.

This time, the little liar didn't stop him.

Qin Zhan walked out of the room immediately, and there were only Shen Jian and the little liar left in the room.

The little liar came back to his senses and felt a chill coming up from the soles of his feet.

He cast his eyes on Shen Jian who had been sitting quietly on the sofa with an elegant and calm posture.

As if all of this has nothing to do with him, and he doesn't know anything.

But the way he looked at the teacup was very familiar to the little liar.

It was a paranoid emotion, which usually only appeared when meeting Qi Yan, but now it was tainted with some anger.

With him as time goes by, deeper and deeper.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

The little liar rolled his throat: "That... note."

Shen Jian raised her head upon hearing the sound, and immediately returned to her friendly and gentle appearance: "What's the matter?"

"That..." The little liar's eyes were piercing, and he struggled to stagger the teacup that fell into his hand, then gritted his teeth, and said, "That prisoner has suddenly become very active recently, isn't he a fan of yours?" ?”

Because recently Shen Jian took part in some live broadcast events and often connected with fans, and the face of that fan was often posted, so the little liar remembered it.

And the clothes that that fan wears every time he broadcasts live try his best to cover up his neck. If it wasn't for the little liar who pays close attention to observing others, he wouldn't have noticed that mark.

Before, the little liar was jealous of that fan who swiped his face so many times, but now he felt a feeling of not knowing what to say, and was suffering in his heart.

Hearing this, Shen Jian shook his hand holding the teacup, and chuckled lightly: "How is it possible? I don't go to IFB much, and you also know that my account is managed by my company and agent."