This slap was so loud and crisp. You said you just wanted to take something?

The others didn't believe it, but Lu Zeyang smiled and touched his face, saying, "It's okay. I also felt that there seemed to be something wrong there, so I wanted to take a look."

Yan Mofei immediately stepped aside: "Okay, then you come and see, I'll go over there."

As he spoke, he quietly took out two tissues and wiped them desperately.

Now he has no use for both hands, and he will have to rely on his feet to make a living in the future.

After this contact, Lu Zeyang seemed to have more confidence in himself.

[Slapping is love, scolding is care, this is a good start. ]

[Once he gets used to touching me, he'll definitely be unable to let go.]

He touched his cheek again. Yan Mofei was his most ideal partner. Both his appearance and voice were like those in his dreams.

He once again launched a relentless pursuit of Yan Mofei, which resulted in Yan Mofei having to hide all over the field and unable to find any clues at all.

Whose dog is this? Why is it still out chasing people? Can you please tie it up with a leash?

Yan Mofei's heart was filled with grief. He simply gave up looking for clues and concentrated on avoiding Lu Zeyang.

After the search, everyone found some clues in their respective rooms.

There was a torn photo in He Tiantian's room. It was a photo of him and Wang Tiantian. It was torn right in the middle, and he also put a cross on Wang Tiantian's head.

In Tan Bai's room, there was a photo nailed behind the door. It was a photo of Wang Tiantian, which he used for target practice and was already riddled with holes.

There was a little mannequin in An Bingxia's room with Wang Tiantian's birth date written on it. The mannequin was stepped on by a high-heeled shoe.

Si Xinyi's diary contains records of cursing Wang Tiantian, and the curses are different every day.

Lu Zeyang has a sandbag filled with Wang Tiantian's name, and he beats him every day.

Yan Mofei's room was simple. He placed two photos of the two of them alone, and then marked his own photo as handsome and Wang Tiantian's photo as ugly.

This time, Yan Mofei acted as a quiet handsome man. He sat quietly and reduced his presence.

Only when asked about the photos did he speak up to defend himself.

"Isn't it obvious? I'm the most handsome guy in the group. I'm naturally handsome, and he's had plastic surgery, but he's still not as handsome as me. Comparing himself to me, isn't that just humiliating?"

Everyone thought what he said was right, and then they all voted for him, but he was the only one who voted for He Tiantian.

Originally, he wanted to vote for Lu Zeyang, but he was afraid that Lu Zeyang would be too sentimental and think that he voted for him because he paid too much attention to him, so he changed his vote to He Tiantian.

Finally, the director came out and announced the results.

"The murderer this time is—He Tiantian!"

"Let us congratulate Yan Mofei for successfully identifying the murderer. Although he was accused by everyone, it does not prevent him from becoming the ultimate winner."

Yan Mofei never expected that his casual identification would be successful again.

Because Yan Mofei was accused by everyone, his merits and demerits offset each other, and everyone only received two consolation points.

Lu Zeyang glanced at him secretly, his eyes full of admiration.

But just this one glance had quietly changed his expression. In terms of acting skills, he was much better than Yan Mofei.

At least no one except Yan Mofei has noticed his abnormality.

After the filming was completed, Yan Mofei immediately ran to the bathroom and washed his hands frantically until the backs of his hands were rubbed red. He still felt unclean, so he squeezed in some hand sanitizer and started a new round of washing.

Until Lu Zeyang stood behind him.

Looking in the mirror, Yan Mofei felt the hairs on his body stand up when he saw the shyness in Lu Zeyang's eyes when he looked at him.

Now he is like a hedgehog with its fur blown off.

He turned around and looked at Lu Zeyang expressionlessly: "Is there something wrong?"

Lu Zeyang smiled: "They are all out, there is no one here. Yan Mofei, I have always liked...ah!"

Yan Mofei stuffed the ball of paper used to wipe his hands into Lu Zeyang's open mouth.

He quickly covered Lu Zeyang's mouth and then launched a crazy attack on him.

No one, no one, how dare you come in so arrogantly. It’s great that there is no one!

I've been wanting to beat you up for a long time, but you, damn it, not only did you fight with yourself, but you also fought with him. Are you crazy?

Punch after punch, kick after kick, until Lu Zeyang fell to the ground, holding his head in his hands and crying bitterly.

Yan Mofei gnashed his teeth and said, "You useless piece of shit! You think everyone is interested in you? Die!"

After the fight, he felt that the depression he had been suppressing had dissipated a lot, and he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he continued to wash his hands calmly.

It was not until then that Lu Zeyang spat out the piece of paper. He cried and was no longer as calm as before.

"If you hit me, I'll sue you!"

"What? How did I hit you? Do you have any evidence?"

Yan Mofei flushed the paper down the toilet, washed his hands, and then calmly walked out. As he passed by Lu Zeyang, he pretended to kick him, frightening him so much that he quickly covered his head with his hands to avoid the attack.

Lu Zeyang dared to stand up only after Yan Mofei walked out. He had originally planned to sue Yan Mofei, but due to his celebrity status, if he really said that he was held down and beaten in the toilet, it would really affect his reputation.

After thinking for a while, he endured the pain and decided to keep the matter secret for the time being.

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