Chapter 1619: How About Following Your Preference?
Ruan Tiantian took a shower in the hotel room and took out her phone. She wanted to check the comments on Weibo, but suddenly saw an unread WeChat.
She hesitated and opened WeChat.
Lu Yanzhi: [Tell me, and then follow your preferences, okay? ]
Ruan Tiantian pursed her lips. The message was sent four hours ago. It was already nine o'clock in the evening, and there was a slight time difference. During this period, he did not reply to the message.
Is he waiting for her reply?
She subconsciously opened the input box and really wanted to say something. As soon as she typed out a line of words, she suddenly thought of something.
That's right.
We agreed to reply to only three messages a day. Will it exceed the limit if we reply again?
It has already exceeded.
Adding the previous question mark, it is four messages.
Now, the original intention to reply to the message is gone immediately.
Ruan Tiantian exited WeChat without hesitation and opened Weibo. The hot search was no different from what she had seen on Yang Yu's phone before. It was still sent by the official accounts of those media.
Or it was a marketing account to take advantage of the popularity.
The comments, reposts and likes below have been high for a long time, and the popularity has been rising. The number of readers has reached more than 100 million, and the number of discussions is even more than one million.
She didn't read the comments.
You can guess without looking that her fans, Mo Wencheng's fans, will definitely control the comments. The front row is full of controlled comments, so there is nothing to see.
Open the super topic community and click on the super topic of the soft text couple. The super topic has been quiet for nearly half a year, but it has once again topped the super topic because of this hot search.
As soon as it was opened, it was all Xipi fans shouting and clamoring. She had long understood the self-satisfied mentality of Xipi fans, but after reading several short essays, she was still disgusted with goose bumps.
If she wasn't Ruan Tiantian herself, I'm afraid she would believe that what they said was true.
Really with Mo Wencheng.
She looked at Weibo again. The time on the top of the screen had reached ten o'clock. She yawned, threw her phone aside, and huddled in the quilt to sleep.
Lu Yanzhi had just finished a dinner party, and it was already late when he rushed home from the dinner venue.
He did not change clothes or take a shower immediately, but sat on the sofa, leaned against the sofa, stretched out his hand to pinch his eyebrows, half-closed his eyes and looked at the light on the top of his head for a while.
The eyebrows and eyes under the shadow of his fingers were slightly blue, and he looked a little tired, but not decadent.
After a while, he finally moved, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, squinted his eyes to unlock it, skillfully opened WeChat, clicked on the familiar avatar, and sure enough, the message stayed on the last one he sent.
Lu Yanzhi did not seem to be very emotional, still maintaining the original action, typing a line of words and sending it out.
Then he just sat on the sofa waiting for a reply, from ten o'clock to eleven o'clock, there was no reply, and there was no tempting words like "being typed".
The light on the ceiling flashed twice and suddenly went out.
The man did not seem to notice, at least he did not look up at the first time, but stared at the screen for a long time, and then raised his head half a beat late.
The room was not very dark, the moonlight outside the window shone in, there was a little light, but the color was too cold, making people feel lonely inexplicably.
Perhaps due to the environment, Lu Yanzhi couldn't help himself and sent a video call.
The phone beeped for a long time.
Actually, it wasn't long, but this kind of sound is always long and unbearable for those who are anxiously waiting. Lu Yanzhi never knew that time could be so slow and so annoying.
Until the screen flashed: "Hello..."