The girl group arrives: Mr. Long's beautiful little sweetheart

Six-color piano music surrounds the cafe, like a lightly dancing elf.

"Sister Qingjia, what would you like to drink?"

"Have a kaluva!"

Yu Qingjia has returned to normal, with her usual reserved voice in her cold voice.

"Sister Qingjia, your skin is getting better and better, it seems to be well moisturized."

There was some ridicule in Li Jiaqi's voice, but Yu Qingjia's skin was indeed good.

She didn't wear makeup today, but the collagen still made her face look very tender, and her fair skin was flushed, making people want to poke it.

"Jiaqi, is that why you invited me over to talk about this?"

Yu Qingjia was a little annoyed, her eyes were a bit stern, she didn't want to get too close to Li Jiaqi.

The former immediately and keenly captured her expression, and she knew what Yu Qingjia was thinking.

At this time, the waiter brought the coffee, and the thick coffee was covered with cream in the shape of cat ears, which looked like a girl's heart.

Yu Qingjia took a sip, it was mellow and slightly sweet, and then a faint caramel taste spread on the tip of her tongue.

"Sister Qingjia, I really miss you, you know, my only friends are you and Ye Zi."

Yu Qingjia's palm warmed up, and she was already gently grasped. She wanted to break free, but the heat from the other's palm was like a rope, making it impossible for her to escape.

Outside the window, brilliant golden sunlight poured in, covering the two of them in a layer of halo, like a beautiful picture scroll.

Yu Qingjia lowered her head, not daring to look into Li Jiaqi's eyes, as if she was on fire and hurt.

"Jiaqi, you know, my current relationship with Wang Yiran."

"You have already gone out. According to the rules in our river, we just broke up."

Li Jiaqi chuckled slightly, with more strength in his hand, and leaned forward.

"Now you are outside, you are not Yu Qingjia in the small theater."

"In that place like a besieged city, our thinking has mutated."

"Sister Qingjia, we all have to come out."

Yu Qingjia felt the temperature on her hands, and her heart beat like a drum.

She didn't like herself like this, she didn't want to break Hanoi's rules, and she was afraid that someone would see her breaking the rules.

What she wants is to reach the top of this year's general election, so there needs to be a reason for those fans to vote for them crazily, and Wang Yiran is a fuel for that.

From the perspective of those around her, Wang Yiran was sucking blood from her and using her.

In fact, Yu Qingjia understands that no matter how much blood Wang Yiran sucks, it is impossible to reach the top.

Then you can sacrifice a little popularity, even fans, in exchange for more attention, so why not do it!

"Jiaqi, I'm different from you. You have a good job now, but I still have to rely on the company and my fans."

Yu Qingjia believed that Li Jiaqi could understand what he said.

Sure enough, Li Jiaqi let go of his hand, and Yu Qingjia also let out a sigh of relief, but felt a sense of loss in her heart for no reason.

"Sister Qingjia, I understand you, but I just want to see you in person."

"You know, I'm okay when I'm working, but when I'm not working, I'm cranky."

"Think what are you doing?"

Seeing Li Jiaqi's wry smile, Yu Qingjia's heart ached.

"We all said that it was very turbid and depressing, but when we got out of the river and came to the vast ocean, we found that our small river was still very clear."

"Jackie..."

"It's okay, I just want to tell you the pain in my heart."

The look in Li Jiaqi's eyes dimmed, as if a rose immersed in the dark night was withering.

"Sister Qingjia, thank you for coming."

When she got up to leave and passed by Yu Qingjia, her hand was gently grabbed.

"Jiaqi, if you really have a knot in your heart that needs to be comforted, I can help you, but only this once."

夜

Yu Qingjia dragged her tired but full body back to the dormitory.

She immediately changed her clothes and threw them into the basin to soak.

After doing all this, she looked at herself in the mirror.

"Yu Qingjia, your current state is very wrong, you need to calm down."

She turned on the tap, washed her face with cold water, and walked out of the bathroom.

"Huh! Yiran, when did you come back, why didn't you say anything?"

Under the light, Wang Yiran was sitting on a chair, her smooth black hair tied into a ponytail meticulously.

Her body was straight, and there was a hint of a smile on her thin but charming lips.

"Why, I scared you!"

Wang Yiran's smile looked beautiful, but there was a trace of weirdness in the eyes under the long eyelashes.

"No more!" Yu Qingjia walked over with a smile, picked up the glass and wanted to pour herself a glass of water.

Clinker, Wang Yiran came behind her and stroked her hair with his hand.

"Sister Qingjia, your smell is very special now! You have become more delicate."

Wang Yiran's tone was soft, it sounded like a little milk cat being coquettish.

Every time this happened, Yu Qingjia's heart would itch as if being scratched by a furry paw.

But now Yu Qingjia avoided it like she was allergic.

"Why, bored of me!"

"No, Yi Ran, I'm just a little tired."

Yu Qingjia was embarrassed with her back on her back, not daring to look back at her CP object.

The night wind blew into the room along the window, making the book paper on the table rustle.

She felt like a raging beast was staring at her from behind.

"Tell me, who is it?"

"...Yi Ran, you..."

"Last time I ask, who is it?"

Wang Yiran suppressed her voice, her eyes lit up, and she looked at Yu Qingjia, as if she wanted to kill her sworn enemy.

Yu Qingjia lowered her head and replied slowly, "It's Jiaqi!"

Hearing the former's words, Wang Yiran's body shook violently, with a look of pain on his face, and then his eyes suddenly turned cold, and his thin lips raised a cold arc: "Why?"

The voice was so terrifying that Yu Qingjia's heart couldn't help but clenched: because Jiaqi was very lonely, very lonely, and she needed someone to accompany her.

Before the former could finish speaking, Wang Yiran rushed over and pressed Yu Qingjia onto the bed.

Yu Qingjia didn't resist either, she just closed her eyes and pursed her lips, her pale face expressionless.

"...you have been photographed, let's see what it is." Wang Yiran handed over his mobile phone.

Yu Qingjia, who was already lying there stiffly, trembled all over.

She took the other party's mobile phone and looked at it: Wang Yiran, it turns out that you are industrial saccharin.

Below this passage are two photos, one is a photo of myself and Li Jiaqi leaving arm in arm, and the other is a photo of myself and Li Jiaqi going to her rented house.

Yu Qingjia was sweating profusely and her face was full of anxiety. She never thought that she would be secretly photographed if she was so cautious.

"Yi Ran..." Yu Qingjia felt the coldness piercing her bones.

If you let the fans sit down on some things, you will really be finished.

"I've already thought about it. If a fan releases this, I will say that Li Jiaqi asked us to have dinner together. I didn't go because I had something to do. You went alone."

"Thank you, Yiran!"

Seeing each other's appearance, Yu Qingjia felt very heartbroken. In fact, for every relationship, she gave and devoted herself sincerely.

Just a trick.It is doomed that many times many people can only be passers-by in life.

"Yu Qingjia, this is the first and last time."

Wang Yiran frowned and lay beside Yu Qingjia, a scent that made her nostalgic linger in her nose, like an invisible shackle that prevented her from escaping, and she was deeply trapped in it.

"Yi Ran, there won't be any more, I've made it clear to her..."

Outside the window, the moonlight was shining like a wash, the wind passed by the ancient tree full of pear blossoms, making a moving rustling sound, and a strong fragrance wafted in the yard like a dream.