Ling Miao picked up the phone and looked at the caller ID. It was a call from a person named Zhou Mu. Ling Miao was about to tell Su Yuyang that someone called, when Su Yuyang's voice came over: "Xiao Miao, who made the call?"
"Zhou Mu."
"You take it for me."
"Huh?" Ling Miao made a surprised sound. Su Yuyang didn't hear it and didn't respond, but the phone stopped ringing. After a few seconds, the phone rang again, and this time Ling Miao did not hesitate.
"Hello."
"Shu Yang, when will you come over?"
Shuyang? Ling Miao was surprised when he heard the other party's name. Not many people knew that Su Yuyang was Shu Yang. The other party called Shu Yang by his pen name and knew Su Yuyang's phone number. Ling Miao really couldn't think of such a person.
"Excuse me, who are you?"
"Aren't you Shu Yang?" The other party was also surprised, but he soon understood. He smiled and said, "Are you Ling Miao? I am Mu Yu, Shu Yang and your editor."
"Ah? Oh, that Shuyang is taking a bath, you..."
"That's it." Hearing Ling Miao's hesitation, Mu Yu said with an "I understand" tone. He laughed twice and said, "In that case, I won't bother you. I called today just to confirm that he has arrived at the hotel. Time, so we can arrange for someone to pick him up."
At this time, Su Yuyang came out. Ling Miao stared at Su Yuyang's body and saw that his expression was not ordinary shock! Ling Miao said "fuck" in his heart, threw his phone to Su Yuyang, then took his clothes and went to the bathroom.
On the phone, Mu Yu told Su Yuyang that there was a mysterious guest at this party who was closely related to Su Yuyang. But no matter how Su Yuyang tried, Mu Yu just didn't speak, which made Su Yuyang feel itchy and wanted to take a taxi to the hotel and ask Mu Yu immediately. It wasn't that Su Yuyang was too excited, or that he was too curious, but Mu Yu's tone of voice was too flat!
After ending the call with Mu Yu, Su Yuyang opened the document and started typing. Before he could type a few words, his phone rang again.
"Yan Li?" Su Yuyang looked at the caller ID and wondered if the caller ID was wrong. Yan Li and Su Yuyang rarely contacted each other by phone. Most of their communication was on Weibo. If Yan Li called Su Yuyang, it meant that Su Yuyang was in trouble.
Su Yuyang uneasily slid the answer icon, and Yan Li's cunning laughter came out before he could speak: "You must be surprised to receive my call, right?" Yan Li said proudly.
Su Yuyang rubbed his eyebrows and said tiredly: "Is it possible that you have to take refuge here again this time? Sorry, I'm in my hometown."
"I know you're in my hometown." Yan Li said with a smile. Su Yuyang heard Yan Li's gloating, and he smiled bitterly and said, "Have you guessed that I have a hard time in my hometown? Forget it, don't talk about me anymore, what do you want to do with me?"
"It's okay. I just wanted to ask if you have time the day after tomorrow. I need your help if I need anything."
"The day after tomorrow?" Su Yuyang looked at the calendar, "I have to attend a party held by the website the day after tomorrow, so I may not have time."
Yan Li made a sound of disappointment. After thinking about it for a while, she said regretfully, "Forget it."
Su Yuyang put down the phone and looked out the window with squinted eyes. Ling Miao walked quietly to Su Yuyang's side and looked at Su Yuyang's worried face. He put his hand on Su Yuyang's shoulder and asked lovingly, "What happened?"
Su Yuyang put his hand on the back of Ling Miao's hand and said with a wry smile: "Brother Yu just said that a mysterious guest will appear at this party, and it is related to me. Then Yan Li called me and asked me if I had time the day after tomorrow, saying that he wanted to see me for something. Help. Although what the two said has nothing to do with each other, I always feel that there is a connection between the two. It’s weird, right?”
Ling Miao rolled his eyes at Su Yuyang and asked in confusion: "Yan Li is the spokesperson for the online game "Evil Song Against the Sky". Don't you know this?"
"Huh?" Su Yuyang jumped up from the chair, "Why didn't you tell me?"
Ling Miao was speechless: "I thought Mu Yu had already told you."
If Su Yuyang had known earlier that Yan Li was the spokesperson for "Evil Song Against the Sky", he would have suggested to the game company to replace him at all costs! For some reason, Su Yuyang always felt that it would be dangerous for him to let Yan Li speak for him. Seeing Su Yuyang's nervousness, Ling Miao laughed and said, "Su Yuyang, why are you so nervous? Are you worried that Sister Yan doesn't match the temperament of a heroine?"
"Female... heroine?" Su Yuyang felt dizzy, "The personalities of my heroine and Yan Li are completely opposite!"
"I heard from the game company that they are planning to invite Lin Xi to endorse the online game "Evil Song", and the role he plays should be Feng Ji. Pfft..." Thinking of Ji Linxi playing Feng Ji, Ling Miao couldn't help laughing, "Knowing Feng Ji is After Feng Ji, every time I watch "Evil Song", I will automatically bring Feng Ji's face into his face. Oh my god, if Lin Xi plays Feng Ji, I will be the one!"
Seeing Ling Miao about to burst into laughter, Su Yuyang was worried that Ling Miao wouldn't be able to get up in one breath and would die, so he kindly put his arms around Ling Miao's waist and pressed Ling Miao to his chest.
Frightened by the sudden attack, Ling Miao's expression instantly froze. He stared blankly at Su Yuyang above him, his heart beating uncontrollably.
This trick really works!
Su Yuyang felt happy, and his body was closer to Ling Miao. He whispered in Ling Miao's ear: "Xiao Miao, you look like this, it makes me want to..."
Before Su Yuyang finished speaking, he felt something clamped on the meat of his thigh. The thing clamping the meat was slowly rotating, as if it was trying to twist the piece of meat off.
"Ouch~" Su Yuyang let out a shrill cry, "Ouch~" Hearing the screams made Ling Miu feel unbearable, but he felt that if he didn't teach Su Yuyang a lesson, Su Yuyang would always think of doing that kind of thing to him. , for the safety of his own local area, he could only forgive the flesh of Su Yuyang's thigh.
"Xiao Yu, Xiao Miao, what's wrong with you?" Su's mother's anxious voice sounded outside the door, followed by Su's father's stern reprimand: "You two had better restrain yourself, or get back here!"
"Be gentle." Su Yuyang shouted aggrievedly. Ling Miao let go of Su Yuyang's flesh and lectured, "Who told you to be dishonest?"
Su Yuyang turned over and lay next to Ling Miao, looking at the ceiling depressedly.
The footsteps at the door gradually moved away. Ling Miao turned his head and looked at Su Yuyang, who looked melancholy. He said apologetically: "I..."
"Don't say anything. I'm impatient."
"I can't tell that you are such a dissatisfied person." Ling Miao joked.
Su Yuyang turned his head and looked at Ling Miao. He wanted to say, "You'll know after you try it," but the pain in his thigh reminded him that the consequences of teasing Ling Miao would be serious. Su Yuyang fiddled with Ling Miao's hair with his hands, and then helped Ling Miao up: "Don't lie down when your hair is not dry."
"I didn't want to lie down." Ling Miao muttered.
Su Yuyang walked to the cabinet and took out a hair dryer, turned around and motioned for Ling Miao to walk over.
The warm wind blew over his head, and Ling Miao's heart probably melted.