Yan Ge: "..."

Yan Ge carefully explained his words, edited the twenty-four grid keys with his fingertips, and sent a message.

Little fan: [Mr. Rong Chuo, I sent the wrong message just now, sorry.]

Little fan: [Actually I made an appointment with someone else [smile]]

“…”

On the other side of the screen, located on the large flat floor in the center of Beijing, the bedroom lights were dimmed, and the double-layer curtains were mostly pulled up, so the floating light outside the window was mostly filtered off. When you pass the window and enter the room, only dark shadows were left.

The four-piece set on the bed is folded too neatly, with the edges and corners as straight as if they were corrected by protractors. The color is also dark and dark blue. Through the small unblocked window, it is the same color as the night view outside, as if cut out from the night sky.

The bed was empty, but there was a shadow standing beside the bed. It was dull and blurry, and the body was wrapped in a black and gray bathrobe, and the wet hair was still dripping water downwards.

But these are not taken into account.

His eyes were lowered on the lit screen, and the contrast between darkness and lightness reflects his eyes in this night, like a deep well that cannot be seen at the bottom. Only by exploring it carefully can he find one or two stars reflected in it.

Pure and wild.

At this moment, facing the two lines of text messages on the screen, a crease appeared between Rong Chuo's eyebrows.

Looking at the news, it was like looking at the difficult Goldbach conjecture.

I just sent the wrong message.

Actually, I'm asking for an appointment with someone else.

And that smiley expression that doesn't smile.

If it wasn't her who sent the message, he would indeed think: the woman was pretending to attract his attention.

But his little fan-

The knuckles stopped for a moment, and Rong Chuo replied briefly.

My idol:【Who?】

One word, one question mark, simple and direct.

Very good as her idol's style.

However, Yan Ge didn't expect her idol to ask questions, so he was slightly stunned.

She is very polite and has questions and answers.

So she simply explained the whole story clearly, including the birthday meeting, the things she signed up for, and the things she made an appointment with "Lettuce is Little Wivet Flower" to go together tomorrow, and finally sent the wrong message to him.

She explained everything to him clearly.

So there was no message there, and there was no prompt in the input.

Probably not asking.

Holding his cell phone, Yan Ge waited for a while, but he didn't see any new news. When he was about to put the cell phone down, the voice call suddenly disrupted his movements - "Bang"!

If one of them was not secure, the phone was called on the desktop.

On the desk, the page of call prompts is still on.

Avatar blank.

Her idol... called her.

After pausing for a half second, Yan Ge tried to pick up his phone, stretched out his fingertips, and she pressed it to answer the call.

Release, call time 00:00.

The earpiece was not in my ear, so the man's voice came out of the speaker, floating lightly like a gust of wind, "Yan Xiaoge."

Yan Ge: "…Hmm."

"Go to a birthday meeting tomorrow?"

He asked indifferently, as if the matter had nothing to do with him.

Yan Ge replied softly, "That's right."

"Time and place?"

Yan Ge answered truthfully.

It is 9:00 tomorrow morning, and it is located at Bulgari Hotel in Chaoyang District, Beijing. There is a hall covered with velvet flowers all morning, which is specially used to hold birthday meetings.

The man on the other end of the phone responded lightly.

Tick, tick…tick.

It is the hanging watch on the wall walking soundly, in the deeper tranquility of the night.

And when the sound passed, I couldn't hear what it meant for a while. For two seconds, when there was silence between them, Yan Ge could hear his breathing slightly.

There was no sound left for the rest.

Like the carbonated soft drink that was frozen in midsummer, bubbles soared up from the bottom of the bright liquid, making a squeaking sound, and then gradually returned to silence.

Any emotions in my heart will also be silent.

Yan Ge bit his lip lightly.

Her idol will definitely not come.

After all, everyone knows that he is basically unbusy and rarely participates in official interviews.

Therefore, she should not have unrealistic expectations.

Just now, he replied because he thought she had something to ask him for - it must be like that.

...

Subconsciously, Yan Ge leaned his head and looked at the box wrapped up squarely on the table.

That was the birthday gift she prepared for him.

She made her own, red bean-flavored truffle chocolate.

She followed the tutorial on Weibo and repeated it three or four times before finally making a finished product that can be given to others.

I originally planned to give it to him during the fourth episode, but he didn't come.

And he won't come to meet tomorrow's birthday-

Some regrets, Yan Ge took his eyes away from the gift box.

Can't send it out anymore.

After pursing his lips, Yan Ge slowly spoke: "...Well, I wish you a happy birthday in advance."

A sentence came into my ears, and Rong Chuo's lip line had a slightly light curve.

Happy birthday ahead of time?

Shouldn't it be on that day?

But in the dim and sinking room, he just half raised his lips and answered unintentionally.

"knew."

Bulgari, Chaoyang District.
Chapter completed!