Han Yulong's little assistant

"Zhilong, what are you having for dinner? I called to make an order!"

Dong Yongpei patted Quan Zhilong's door, rubbed the corners of his eyes, lay down on the sofa with a sleepy face, turned on the TV, closed his eyes and meditated for a while, then sat up and opened the drawer under the coffee table I found the phone book inside and rummaged through it.

After a while, the door opened. Quan Zhilong floated out holding the doll and yawning. He grabbed a handful of hair and fell beside Dong Yongpei.

"Brother, why are you ordering food? Didn't the little assistant say to wait for her to come back to make dinner—"

Following his movement, his eyes just glanced at the direction pointed by the clock on the wall, the decibel suddenly turned, and he said in surprise:

"It's past 7 o'clock now, ah, that damn girl is trying to starve us to death?!"

Dong Yong Pei was surprised, stopped his phone, tilted his head, and asked, "Mo, don't you know?"

"what do you know?"

Quan Zhilong blinked his eyes, feeling a little dazed for a moment, how could this sense of instant sight appear when he lost a lot to the bamboo horse?

"Oh, you really don't know." Dongyong Pei nodded clearly, and then said: "Yunnaxi just sent me a message, saying that something has happened and she will be back later, let us settle the dinner by ourselves."

"Nani?!!!"

Quan Zhilong tightly choked the doll's neck, revealing the complexity of his inner turmoil at this moment. What is the swollen sense of sight that this little assistant obviously has a good relationship with the bamboo horse?

Can that damn girl grow up with something?

Zhuma obviously misunderstood her wronged her and drove her away. Can she have a little self-esteem?To send a message to Zhuma but not to him?

"Hey, Zhilong, you haven't said what you're having for dinner yet!" After ordering his own dinner, Dongyong Pei elbowed the bamboo horse beside him, reminding him.

Quan Zhilong was furious: "I ate her!" What is the dead girl more important than him that she doesn't even cook dinner?

"..."

Dong Yongpei hurriedly covered the microphone, looked at the person who rushed back to the room angrily, then moved away, and ordered Quan Zhilong a bowl of fried noodles.

Fireworks soared in the air and opened colorfully. After burning recklessly, they left the stage sadly, and then there was a new round of replacement...

"Congratulations, you are one step closer to your dream."

From what he said for a moment, I learned that 12 teenagers with him were selected for the company’s reserve boy group. I was happy for him but also worried about the strict system of SM company...

"I will succeed."

Don't know whether to say it to himself or to comfort the people beside him, Wu Yifan's palm fell on An Ran's head, looking at the gorgeous fireworks in the distance, he couldn't help sighing to himself: He's going crazy after training day and night during this period , He still remembered that An Ran told him that he was the biggest gain when he started over again, and every time he was so tired that he was about to collapse, why didn't he feel lucky to have her by his side?

"Don't try to change the subject, what happened to your sentence just now?"

An Ran raised her head and saw that the face beside her was extraordinarily charming against the gorgeous background, she could almost see how dazzling and extraordinary he was standing on the stage.

The faint voice was a bit ethereal, and she slowly said: "I went back to 2014 and saw me lying on the hospital bed. If my younger brother and sister were not arguing, maybe the current me is already..."

"You at that time..." Do they still know each other?Wu Yifan never thought that perhaps one day in the future, An Ran, who was holding Han Yunna's body, would suddenly become a stranger, what would happen if he became another person?