Help!Shang Lian Zong was captured by a paper man

The two kept a close distance.

Jiang Luo sprinted forward, and He Ziyan stepped forward with his long legs, following at a leisurely pace.

Just after turning the corner, Jiang Luo stopped, caught off guard.

what happened?
He Ziyan was about to ask, but the person in front turned around in panic, grabbed his wrist, and dragged him back.

Glancing at the hand tightly clutching his own, He Ziyan didn't ask anything, the corners of his lips curled into a small arc, letting her drag it.

The strength is not great, but there is some warmth, which is the temperature of Luoluo.

The hem of the clothes is flying, and the corners of the skirt are like dancing butterflies.

Night, running, and the people I like.

I really want to go to the ends of the earth like this.

After running several hundred meters, Jiang Luo finally stopped, holding his knees with his hands, panting.

What happened?
He Ziyan looked, and his gaze happened to cover the slightly open neckline.

The spring scenery in the garden cannot be closed.

As soon as his head was congested with blood, he turned his back like an electric shock and said sharply, "Luoluo. Stand still."

It was inexplicable at first, but Jiang Luo looked down and understood.

Straightening up, she straightened her clothes, pursed her lips and smiled.

He Ziyan... quite a gentleman.

Skipping this detail, Jiang Luo explained the reason for running wildly: "There are reporters at the door, probably stopped by security. I have seen those people, and they are all very sharp entertainment reporters. The one who asked you questions at the press conference last time Artin is here too."

Seeing her standing, He Ziyan turned around, "There is only one door in this community."

"Ah?" Jiang Luo was dumbfounded. "Then what to do?"

He Ziyan made a quick decision: "Let's go live at Ji Bei's house."

"But……"

"He probably won't go home tonight, and his house has four rooms, enough for us to sleep."

The last half sentence sounds weird.

Jiang Luo pursed her lips and muttered, after all, she didn't think of a better way, "That's the only way."

He Ziyan led the way.

Back to the building where Lin Shuang was.

"Why are you back?" Jiang Luo pointed to the building number.

He Ziyan entered the access code, "Ji Bei's house is on the 8th floor."

"The 8th floor... Isn't that downstairs at Lin Shuang's house?" The two walked into the hall.

"Yes." After entering the elevator, He Ziyan said again: "He bought this place specially for Lin Shuang."

"Huh?" It's pretty sweet.

Isn't this a proper overlord plot?

Move to the downstairs of the beloved girl's house, have dinner, morning exercise, pick-up and drop-off, one-stop service.

The mirror reflected Jiang Luo's gratified aunt's smile, the corners of her mouth were almost grinning to the horizon.

It's over, it's over.

That smile made He Ziyan feel very uncomfortable.

Why is she always immersed in other people's love?
"Luoluo." He Ziyan turned sideways to face her, and said calmly and seriously, "I can move to your community."

The smile disappears.

Jiang Luo: "..."

Is this some kind of strange desire to win?

"Is your neighborhood bad?" she asked.

He Ziyan frowned.

Ask knowingly.

He lowered his eyes and pondered for a while, then he looked at her again, "You know..."

There is no sense of aggression, clean and refreshing, and the clouds are light and the wind is light.

He said, "I like you."

Jiang Luo: "..."

Some things are meant to be heard.

Some things are bound to happen.

But... why now?

where is this?
This is a broken elevator!
She still has so many questions that she hasn't figured out yet!

She's not ready yet!

"I just said it! No way! No way now!" Jiang Luo panicked and stomped her feet.

Bang, the elevator stopped.

Jiang Luo followed suit.

"Luoluo!" He Ziyan hugged her with sharp eyes and quick hands.

It was... the familiar hot embrace.

It's...a familiar faint fragrance.

It's... the familiar He Ziyan.

Jiang Luo was taken aback.

After that, continue to fry the hair.

Throwing his hands, he pushed him away.

Jiang Luo stared at him bitterly.

He Ziyan was at a loss.

This...how can it change?

Jiang Luo was angry: "I'll talk to you again at Ji Bei's house!"

He Ziyan looked innocent, "Okay."

3 minute later.

In Ji Bei's restaurant, Jiang Luo and He Ziyan sat facing each other.

Jiang Luo was like an interrogator.

He Ziyan is still innocent.

"Let me talk first." Jiang Luo raised his voice.

He Ziyan was well-behaved: "Okay."

"Do you know Yan Zihe?" Straight to the point.

He Zi hesitated.

Jiang Luo cast a death stare, "Leniency for confession, strictness for resistance."

"know."

Ah, he really knows Yan Zihe!

"Is that your company's game?"

"No."

"It's not your company's game, why are you and Ji Bei exactly like Yan Zihe and Song Ming?"

"The artist of that game company used our image without permission."

that……

"You... do you know who I am?" Jiang Luo stared intently.

He Ziyan:?
He is silent, silent is thinking, thinking is making up nonsense!
Jiang Luo slapped the table, "Say it!"

"Are you..." He Ziyan asked tentatively, "Superman?"

Jiang Luo: "..."

Why are you laughing at such a serious moment?
"I mean...forget it, you...can you show me your phone?" Jiang Luo looked down, lacking confidence.

The request to look at the phone is a bit too much, He Ziyan can refuse.

Should...will refuse, right?
"Yes." He Ziyan responded, taking out his mobile phone and putting it in front of Jiang Luo.

Staring at the mobile phone in front of him, Jiang Luo was stunned, and muttered: "Really show me."

"Of course." He Ziyan said frankly, "Why didn't I show it to you?"

"Just..." After stroking his hair, Jiang Luo asked again: "Can you see everything?"

"Ah."

After hesitating again and again, Jiang Luo still picked up the phone, "What's the password?"

"without password."

"Oh."

Click it to go directly to the main page.

Search for the Xiaofenshu APP.

really have.

It was the app Jiang Luo used to share his paintings.

click me】.

【I am Yan Zihe】.

It's really him!

Jiang Luo clicked into the pages of the works he liked, all of which were [Luo Luo Luo on Jiang].

"What is this?" She pushed the phone to He Ziyan.

Looking down, He Ziyan said nothing, "My account."

"Did you also hack into my account?" Jiang Luo stared at him, trying to find clues.

He Ziyan: "No."

Naturally, it doesn't look like you're lying.

"Then how do you know this is mine?" Jiang Luo asked again.

He Ziyan paused, and asked, "How do you know that I know it's you?"

"Because when we were in the supermarket, you took us to buy painting tools and asked me about painting, in fact, it was because you knew I could paint, right?" Jiang Luo waved his arms and said excitedly.

"So," He Ziyan looked at her, his clear eyes sparkled, and he asked aggrievedly, "Admit it, you lied to me."

"Yes... yes." Jiang Luo stammered unconsciously.

I don't know why, I feel a little guilty.

Seems like she made a mistake.

why?
"That's not the point!" Jiang Luo picked up the scattered sanity. "The point is, how do you know it's me?"

Looking at each other, He Ziyan didn't have the aura of confrontation, but he was not weak, neither humble nor overbearing, calm and reserved, "I can't tell you."

"Why?" Jiang Luo was furious.

He Ziyan didn't answer.

The importance of Yan Zihe to Jiang Luo is self-evident.

But in reality, he has not yet won Jiang Luo's favor.

Games are games, and reality is reality.

Ideally, he would tell Jiang Luo that he was her Yan Zihe, and then Jiang Luo would transfer his love for Yan Zihe to him.

But how likely is that?

Today's 2nd update.