"Xue Zhiyou treats you as an idol, but Yi Lang, I treat you as a lover."
future lover.
Yi Lang subconsciously wanted to laugh.
There are too many women in this world who want to be his lover, one more Xue Xue, one less Xue Xue, it doesn't matter to him at all, but what is love? Do those who say they love him really understand what he is like? Just like those who bullied him, humiliated him, and hated him in the past, how many are just stupid behaviors that follow others' opinions, but take these things as a capital that is enough to show off and be proud of
The ridiculousness of human nature, the warmth and warmth of human affection, when other children are still swaying their youth freely, Yi Lang has tasted it early on.
So later on, he was stingy with paying even a little bit of emotion.
But such Yi Lang has become a qualified idol who can't make mistakes in business ability.
No one knows what Yi Lang is thinking, and even Yi Lang may not know what he is thinking.
The only time the true feelings were revealed was the interview that Yi Lang accepted when he was not mature enough.
"I can't control what others think of me, but I can decide for myself how I want to live."
After enduring the malice that almost crushed people completely, Yi Lang gained enough kindness and love to drown the past years, but the belated warmth did not dispel the cold he had experienced, and Yi Lang was not redeemed.
He just barely found a direction that could lead to the future from the two extremes of distortion, and then went on firmly.
There are no lofty ideals, and there is no reason to do it.
So Yi Lang is not an actor, not a singer, but only an idol.
Because this is the "road" he chose for himself.
To a certain extent, Yi Lang is a stubborn person at heart.
Once confirmed, don't let go.
That's why Feng Xiaole was tossed for so long.
"I know you may think it's unbelievable, think I'm not worthy of you, I'm just dreaming, but Yi Lang..." Holding the man's fingertips that didn't loosen for some reason, Xue Xue led him to the place where the chest of your own heart. "Here, it's beating for you."
This sentence was like a bomb that fell on Yi Lang's ear, and he couldn't help but let go of his hand, as if he was scalded.
For Xue Xue, this is not just a beautiful word, but the truth.
She came to this world originally for Yi Lang.
But Ai Yilang, after contacting the other party, followed the choice of his heart.
For missionaries who have experienced one world after another, the beautiful skin is the same, but it's just the icing on the cake. What makes her tempted is the emotion tempered by the accumulated emotions in the process of getting along with each other, even if there are impurities. , even if it's not pure enough, the momentary throbbing can't deceive people.
What belongs to her, does not belong to her.
When people live in the moment, they should grasp what they have in the moment.
So she still decided to hold Yi Lang's hand when there were other ways to choose.
"What one person can't do, two people try together."
"The past that can't be solved by one person can be faced by two people together."
"Yi Lang, give me a chance, and give yourself a chance?"
Yi Lang didn't respond that day, and just stared at Xue Xue quietly for a long time. After a long time, she almost thought she had become a silhouette engraved in Yi Lang's ink blue pupils before the man pulled the corner of his lower lip.
"Don't think that you are the savior, and don't think that you know everything." The voice was soft, but the words carried great lethal power, as if two slaps were thrown on Xue Xue's face. "Just do your job well, the rest has nothing to do with you."
After saying this, Yi Lang left the room.
The man may not have noticed that his always straight back is hunched.
Xue Xue suddenly stopped being angry.
It was difficult for things to develop as expected.
Yi Lang's reaction was already much better than the worst she had expected, at least not throwing herself out.
After realizing how humble this idea was, Xue Xue smiled helplessly.
She still has time anyway.
Just wait and see.
With this thought in mind, Xue Xue relaxed, leaning her upper body against the bedside table, unlocking her phone, and opening the community.
In the next second, her pupils contracted to the extreme and then suddenly enlarged.
An orange word "boiling" appeared at the back of the hot search entry #易langkuanglanjie#, and the topic ranking that was still at the end also rushed up in one fell swoop. Xue Xue knew exactly why.
Someone bought the heat, the purpose... It goes without saying.
After Xue Xue walked out of the room, she saw a few familiar faces.
Often appearing in TV, film, magazine, and pictorial, even if she dresses up quite low-key, her glasses and peaked caps hang firmly on her face, and her aura is hard to ignore.
Almost in an instant, Xue Xue reacted.
The room Yi Lang opened for himself was on the same floor as the crew.
Logically, this is illegal.
But on second thought, as long as Yi Lang explained that he was his personal assistant, it would make sense, not to mention that the money was not on the public account, and no one would be meddling.
But raw faces are always striking.
Among the people approaching, a man and a woman looked at Xue Xue several times.
After Xue Xueyou smiled back, regardless of what others thought, he turned a few corners and finally found a quiet corner, and half-squatted by the three-dimensional relief pillar and called Chen Wenhua.