Xu Cheng's fluffy head was nestled in Rong Yu's chest, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, but the mischievous smile in his dark eyes couldn't be hidden.

  Rong Yun rubbed the fluffy head of the young man, his eyes deep like the starry sky, filled with a doting smile.

  The man stared at a certain heartless and flirtatious young man who was nestled in his arms for a moment, suddenly remembering an unknown phrase he had seen before, "The moon under the sea is the moon in the sky, the person in front of you is the one in your heart."

  Rong Yun's soft laughter echoed out, his voice low and magnetic.

  Shu Cheng was in the man's arms, listening to his sexy and deadly voice, her voice control attribute lit up instantly. She raised her head, gazing at the exceptionally handsome man in front of her, thinking "I really want to flirt with him!"

  What if the man doesn't give in?

  Why don't you just go to sleep and talk about it later?

  The young man hung his head, lowered his eyebrows and eyes, lightly pursed his thin lips, thinking about how to get the man to sleep.

  The man had a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth, and when he was with "the young man", it was also the time when his emotions fluctuated the most. It was precisely because of this "young man" that he was willing to be flirted with.

  The out-of-place ringtone of a mobile phone rang out with a "ding ding ding".

  The young man pulled his fluffy head out of the man's arms, picked up the phone on the bedside table with one hand, and glanced at the incoming call display, which was Jiang Zhaoan. His finger pressed the answer key, and his voice was lazy as usual: "Hello..."

  On the other end of the phone, Jiang Zhaoan heard a "beep" sound, and his bright red lips curled up into a faint smile, but his eyebrows were furrowed tightly, "Shu Cheng? Am I disturbing you?"

  Shu Cheng narrowed his eyes, lazily nestling his head in Rong Yu's embrace. The man stood with his hands inserted into his pant pockets, pursing his lips without a word, his profound gaze fixed on the youth in his arms like a starry night sky.

  "Is there something?" The young man's voice was languid and lazy with a hint of arrogance.

  "You can call me A-Cheng!"

  The young man nodded slightly as he listened to the woman's voice on the other end of the phone and softly uttered a gentle "uh-huh".

  Jiang Zhaoan ran his fingers through his hair, unsure of where to start. She recalled the pair of eyes that had a fatal and enchanting aura when he was acting as a teenager, and she couldn't help but hold her breath.

  Jiang Zhaoan furrowed his brow, thinking of the so-called "insider" who had just exposed some information online. How could a young man with such good looks and character be smeared so badly without even showing his face?

  "Azumi, I just wanted to say that you shouldn't take what Kuang Fan said about you to heart. Your acting skills are great and your looks are good too, sooner or later you'll make a name for yourself."

  "But in private life, be careful not to let those with ulterior motives catch any handles, after being in contact with you for so many days, I have some judgment about the truth and falsehood of online rumors..."

  Her eyelids lightly lifted, and under her black messy hair, her deep and mysterious eyes slightly narrowed. A dark red earring on her earlobe sparkled with a faint light... Private life...?

  Rong Yun listened to the woman's words on the other end of the phone, glanced at a certain person who had left his arms, and handed the mobile phone from his pocket to the young man with a knowing look.

  Shu Cheng smiled lightly and took the phone handed over by the man. Even in the instant when she touched the man's hand, she couldn't help but touch it a few more times to flirt with him.

  Shu Cheng held the phone with one hand and listened to Jiang Zhaoan's words, while holding Rong Junyi's mobile phone with the other hand, opening the Bo interface and checking the hot search list.

  Happiness is when you are smiling and she is being naughty. To Shu Cheng Rong Yu Inn

  The following paragraph is dedicated to the single aunties in the book club who have formed CPs, as well as those who have been sealed off. Wishing you 99 roses and not 88 broken hearts.

  "When did it break? Does it still hurt? Later"

  "As long as there is an aunt around, whether there is a right hand or not is no longer important"

  Sorry everyone for updating so late today, I was quite busy today. Tomorrow I'll see if I can make up for the two updates I promised earlier. Recently school has really become more and more inhumane, sigh.

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