Hi! Forget it! Luo Xiaochen waved his hand with a helpless look on his face, "I posted a notice that there might be fog today and tomorrow in several places on the Weibo forum early in the morning. The amount of retweets is quite impressive! But after about a few hours, all of them were forcibly deleted, saying that I spread fake news to cause panic! Seriously, it will involve the crime of deliberately spreading false terrorist information! Then I can't log in. Nima, I really want to shave those people's ears! "
He picked up the cup and glass jug on the coffee table, poured a glass of water, took a big sip, and complained after thinking about it: "I've changed so many numbers, damn it! It would be great if my number was not blocked, at least You can know that the news I posted several times is true! But so are those people, their IQs have been eaten up by dogs! Can't they do things like checking ip!"
"There are too many people who don't want to mess around on the Internet, lest there be too many people in the world without chaos." Ye Zhao said, "It's fine if you notify me. Those who see it will pay more attention. I also told Zhiming. , he should also find a way to notify as many people as possible."
"Hey, Xia Zhiming is probably quite helpless. He can't talk nonsense with his identity and job."
"Um."
Ye Zhaoyi was silent for a while on the sofa, then glanced sideways at the study.
Seeing this, Luo Xiaochen hesitated and said, "Ye Zhao, speaking from the bottom of my heart, I have always felt that there must be some reason for Nie Renyan's sudden departure, and there might be some misunderstanding here! Think about it, he is all male or female. An imaginary rival in love, for fear that someone will kidnap you and take you away, and wish to take you wherever you go in your pocket, how could you just run away without saying hello."
"Yeah." Ye Zhao responded lightly, and after a while, as if emphasizing, he said again, "I know."
"Eh?" Luo Xiaochen's eyes widened, "You know? Then why do you seem to be in a very irritable mood?"
Ye Zhao didn't answer.
After a long time, he raised his right hand and tapped his forehead twice, "It's understandable here." He tapped his left chest again, "Not here."
His tone has always been light, as light as if he was talking about topics like "Is it cold today" without any emotion. But Luo Xiaochen knew that it was really rare for Ye Zhao to express his feelings so frankly.
The voice fell, and the two became quiet.
Indeed, if it can be controlled entirely by reason, feelings cannot be called feelings.
A few years of blankness and estrangement can turn familiarity into unfamiliarity, ease into embarrassment, and let chatting all day turn into greetings without knowing where to start.
All of this is not a simple "misunderstanding" to return to the original point.
After a long time, Luo Xiaochen said hesitantly, "Then—"
Who knew that as soon as he said a word, he was interrupted by Ye Zhao waving his hand.
His expression has returned to his usual appearance, his indifference reveals the arrogance in his bones, and he said in a low and calm voice: "So, when he wakes up, I will give him a chance to explain - until I am satisfied. "
"… "
looking at Ye Zhao