Help!Shang Lian Zong was captured by a paper man

Chapter 89 What Are You Talking About?I do not understand.

driver?

Oh yes.

They could have called a car to pick them up...

Why didn't she think of it?
There must have been too many things stuffed into my head last night, and it became useless!

But... Since the driver can be arranged... Why didn't He Ziyan arrange it last night?

Why...feel...like falling into a fox's trap?

Jiang Luo looked at him and asked, "The driver...why didn't you come last night?"

Holding the wooden chopsticks for a while, He Ziyan's face remained unchanged: "Because, I sympathize with my subordinates."

Jiang Luo: "..."

really?I do not believe.

However, it was because of staying that she was able to hear He Ziyan's confession.

This wave is fine.

"That's right." Jiang Luo carefully looked at the person opposite, "Did you sleep well last night?"

She wanted to know if He Ziyan heard her screams.

"Hmm." He Ziyan blew on the noodles, and suddenly, thinking of something, he looked up at her, "You want to ask me, did you hear you singing and screaming?"

Jiang Luo: ...As expected, I heard it.

Ah... how embarrassing.

"Ah... I can quibble, no, I can explain." She said hastily. "Singing... that's... that's... that's..."

"So it's true." He Ziyan answered casually, "I thought it was a dream."

From the looks of it, he was wearing a innocent and innocent smile.

Jiang Luo was speechless secretly.

Help, I shouldn't have taken the initiative to mention it, I've screwed myself!

"Ah..." Jiang Luo opened his mouth, bowed his head after a while, "Let's eat noodles."

Too much to say.

After eating the noodles, Jiang Luo took over the job of washing the dishes without hesitation.

She is really ashamed to always let her accept He Ziyan's kindness without responding.

He Ziyan probably saw this and didn't force it.While she was doing the dishes, he went to the room to tidy things up.

At 6:32, the two went out.

Just as the door opened, he bumped into Ji Bei who was coming back.

"You..." His eyes lingered on the two of them, Ji Bei showed a meaningful smile, "Didn't you go back last night?"

"There are reporters outside. We stayed here without your consent. I'm sorry." Jiang Luo apologized.

That's not what Ji Bei wanted to hear, "Oh~" he waved his hands, "You can live in whatever you want. You two...you can live in any room you want."

Jiang Luo:?strange.

"How is Lin Shuang?" She asked again.

"She..." Ji Bei's eyes were erratic, "It's not bad."

Jiang Luo:?Even weirder.

With a fixed gaze, there is a bright red wound looming beside Ji Bei's shirt collar.

She pointed to her neck and compared it: "Your neck is broken."

Ji Bei raised his hand to cover it, and smiled awkwardly: "I... I'm going home first, you two should go to work quickly."

He Zi understood clearly, but when the corners of his lips just raised, he got Ji Bei's sharp eye.

Ji Bei flicked his hands with him, "Let's go."

He Ziyan raised his eyebrows, and said to Jiang Luo, "Luoluo, let's go."

Jiang Luo walked forward with He Ziyan, still wondering why Ji Bei was injured.

Did the two fight?
But the moment she stepped into the elevator, she belatedly realized what it was.

Suddenly her eyes widened, she slapped her head, "Help, I'm so stupid."

"Where did you say that?" He Ziyan stood with his arms folded, staring at her with a smile.

"Ji Bei isn't a wound... right?" Jiang Luo looked at He Ziyan.

He Ziyan spread his hands and looked confused, "What are you talking about? I don't understand."

cut.

Jiang Luo curled his lips and slandered: Are you a foreigner?
"Luoluo, although I don't know what you just said, but now, you are scolding me in your heart." He Ziyan smiled.

Jiang Luo: Damn!Are you a fortune teller too?

"Hehehe..." She laughed.

After entering the underground garage, the car arranged by He Ziyan was already waiting.

Both sat in the back row.

The driver was the same one who came to pick up Jiang Luo last time.

Jiang Luo obediently called out: "Uncle Zhang."

Lao Zhang nodded, "Hi, Miss Jiang."

The car pulled out of the garage and onto the driveway.

"Uncle Zhang, when you came, were there any reporters at the door?" Jiang Luo asked worriedly.

Old Zhang: "It's okay, you can't see the inside of the car from the outside."

After hearing this, Jiang Luo was still worried.

"Luoluo." Seeing her clasping her hands restlessly, He Ziyan lay down, "We'll be like this for a while."

It looks very much like the lazy person lying down who was popular on the Internet some time ago.

In my impression, He Ziyan is always meticulous, sitting upright, showing two right angles anytime and anywhere, how could he do this kind of action.

Novelty, but also funny.

But she still imitated He Ziyan's posture and lay down.

Two people are like two pancakes spread out.

Glancing at the rearview mirror of the car, Lao Zhang smiled.
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7:37.

Jiang Luo arrived at Tianmen Community.her home.

Lin Heng didn't even go downstairs to her house, but waited at the gate of the community, looking like he was arresting someone.

The moment he got off He Ziyan's car, Jiang Luo felt a chill.

She thought, Lin Heng must have the heart to beat her up.

After saying goodbye to He Ziyan, Jiang Luo trotted towards Lin Heng's car, like a chick being chased by a weasel.

With a frosty face, Lin Heng glanced at He Ziyan's car, then opened the door and let Jiang Luo get in the car first.

He followed in and slammed the door shut.

"Jiang Luo, tell me, what are you thinking?"

The wind and rain, as expected, did not give any chance to breathe.

Jiang Luo nestled in his seat, and replied nervously: "I'm just worried about Lin Shuang, I wanted to check on her situation, but... was blocked by reporters."

"Really?" Lin Heng sneered, "Then why are you able to come out now?"

"I..." There was no excuse.

Lin Heng was right.

Any more explanations are useless.

The conversation was deadlocked, and the driver was silent in front.

The tiredness swept over again, and Jiang Luo felt that this was even more depressing than when she was raped by the Internet.

At least, at that time, her opposite was only those angry netizens.

She doesn't know them and can fight them without any psychological burden.

But now, Lin Heng stood on the opposite side of her.

All this is not an irreconcilable contradiction to her.

"Could it be that... I'm in love with He Ziyan, so my work can't go on?" Jiang Luo was puzzled.

"Your job," Lin Heng stared at her, as if looking at a hopeless person, "I begged for your job one by one! Of course you don't understand the hardships involved."

"I understand!" Jiang Luo said eagerly, "I know, it's not easy for you to fight for me. I know you have to lose your smile to those people for my job opportunities, but..."

"But, you have to give up this great opportunity for He Ziyan." Lin Heng cut off her words and stared straight at her.

Those gazes were like two groups of burning arrows, making people afraid to look at them for fear of being burned.

Jiang Luo turned his face away, and lowered his voice, "That's not it, I just think that I'm an actor, even if I'm in love, it won't affect my filming."

"Actor? Where is the crew that dare to use you?" Lin Heng asked cruelly, "Haven't you seen it clearly? Now, you rely on topics and traffic. I know you want to act, and I also know that you don't want to take this Last year, you took this job so that we can go on for a long time. You see, you have paid for it, but now, are you going to destroy your future for He Ziyan? "

　Thank you [He Xici] for the recommendation ticket~
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