After the movie, she went too deep into the play

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Like fireworks in full bloom, the feeling of joy went straight to my heart. I am afraid that the sweetness of honey is not even one ten-thousandth of her.

Xiao Yi got a satisfactory answer, but the audience who were equally anxious did not.

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"How about we make an official announcement! I think everyone still supports us."

Xiao Yi and Du Ruo hung up the video call.

He is obviously a boy, but his hair is so soft, with bangs drooping.

He was wearing dark blue silk pajamas, which looked very textured, but when worn on him, he seemed to be milky inexplicably.

Du Ruo was a little soft-hearted, smiled unconsciously, and said unforgivingly, "No! You just publicly pursued me because of Chen Baoyi's incident. We are making an official announcement now. Although it suits the wishes of some fans, but It’s inevitable that some people will think that we are deliberately hyping or doing it for public relations.”

As she spoke, there was a hint of grievance in her tone, "I don't want others to get too much interest in our relationship."

Xiao Yi was silent, he understood Du Ruo's thoughts, and he didn't want dirty public opinion to tarnish this hard-won relationship.

"Oh! Look, I'm just a young actor who has just transformed from an idol. How can I be worthy of your famous Golden Feather Award winner?" Du Ruo said another reason in his heart in a joking tone, "Tsk ~I'm really afraid of being thrown sulfuric acid on the road by your fans."

Xiao Yi was amused and chuckled.

His laugh is so nice~

Some low, but very clean.

Don't think about his usual sand sculpture behavior, Xiao Yi is still the male god who is loved by everyone and flowers are blooming.

Du Ruo supported her head, admiring the beauty of her own man, a little dazed.

Subconsciously said what was in his heart, "I really like your face?"

Xiao Yi, "???"

Hearing this, Xiao Yi couldn't help but widen his eyes, a little dazed, but he quickly reacted.

Pretending to be lazy, he raised his eyebrows and sneered, "Then I really have to protect my face, so that you like it so much that you can't bear to leave."

Heart of beauty in everyone.

People, food, sex, and sex.

These words are all justified!
At least Du Ruo couldn't escape Xiao Yi's beauty crit, and was completely eaten to death.

This man is completely in her heart.

"After the Lantern Festival, I will go to audition for Xie Nan'an. If it goes well, I will join the group seamlessly after "Let's Love" ends..."

Both of them are entertainers and actors, and each has its own itinerary.

Those who give up their careers for their feelings are immature ideas.

Since neither side can give up, it can only try to coordinate and take care of it.

Communicating and clarifying your next itinerary is the most basic trust.

Du Ruo said "hmm" and thought about her future, "After the show is over, I will sign in to Ingenuity as agreed. But the specific announcement will depend on Sister Gu's arrangement..."

The two chatted about the past and the future, and they hung up reluctantly until late at night.

In the dark night, the house is pitch black, with only a little light coming through the cracks in the curtains.

The man put away his crossed legs, slowly got up from the sofa, picked up a few photos on the coffee table, walked to the French windows, and opened the curtains abruptly.

The cold moonlight passed through the large glass and fell on the ground, elongating his figure.

The man raised the photo in his hand, raised his head slightly, and smiled at the person in the photo.

"Not everyone, they are all fools who are played by you in the palm of your hands..."

The man crumpled the photo into a crumpled paper ball with one hand and threw it behind him.

(End of this chapter)