"That's fine with me." After being refuted by Tang Nannan, Ye Luoxuan was speechless. He touched his nose and said awkwardly.

"Are you done with your work?" Seeing Ye Luoxuan staying by the window with no intention of moving, he couldn't help but ask.

I was about to say "I'm busy", but the moment I turned around and looked at Tang Nannan, I gave up the idea.

"Even elementary school students still have recess time. You wouldn't be so cruel, would you?"

When he said this, there was a hint of pleading and resentment in his eyes.

This is really unlike him.

But I really couldn't refuse, so I gave in and agreed to him.

Instead of staying at Ye Luoxuan's desk, he turned around and walked to the sofa and opened the folders.

Make up for the time you lost.

In the following time, all she could hear was the sound of papers being flipped and pencils rubbing against each other. When Tang Nannan carefully flipped through the materials, she realized that she had read these materials a long time ago and had flipped through them no less than thirty times.

I picked up these documents in a hurry in the morning. I originally wanted to go empty-handed and stay in Ye Luoxuan's office and watch him quietly. But when I saw him standing in front of my house, I realized that it was impossible.

I laughed at myself.

Turning around, she found Ye Luoxuan sitting at the desk, drawing something with a pencil in his hand. She didn't know if it was her illusion, but she actually felt that Ye Luoxuan's eyes were a little gentle when he looked at the paper, less indifferent and cold.

He casually flipped through the information in the file again and wanted to ask him out for dinner, but seeing how engaged he was, he swallowed the words and took out his cell phone to pass the time.

When I opened Weibo as usual, it was not difficult to notice that Tang Nannan's expression had changed.

"A chance encounter on the train" was the headline on Weibo. The picture below was a person's profile. Although it was blurry, you could still tell who that person was.

The comments below were even more eye-catching than the people in the picture. It was nothing more than a debate between two groups of people, and she could feel the excitement of both sides through the screen. She even felt that it was more exciting than defending herself in court with the other side's lawyer.

"Oh my god, is this male god playing autism? I haven't seen him for a long time."

"People like him are not worthy of our worship. They are not our idols. They actually allow their fans to hurt others."

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Suddenly I thought of something, immediately opened WeChat, found the contact, and sent a message to Yi Menglu.

She was more worried about Yi Menglu's current mood, after all, she found out that she liked someone in this way.

As someone in the entertainment industry, it's a habit to have a Weibo app on your phone. Even veteran artists who don't like using their phones will log on to Weibo every once in a while and post a selfie to appease their fans.

Ever since Yi Mu left, she rarely went to the crew, mostly staying at home to revise or write scripts. She had been calm and composed until she saw Yi Mu's photo on Weibo, and for a moment, she felt a mixture of emotions.

It's impossible to tell his location from the photo, but since someone took the photo of him, it shouldn't be difficult to find him later, unless he never gets off the train or disappears completely.

She couldn't remember the last time he was on the trending search, but the him in her memory was very different from the photo. He seemed to have lost a lot of weight.