He must be obsessed with you, right?



The original body's parents were still easy to get along with.

This was the impression left in Zhiyun's mind after having dinner with them for the first time.

The next day, Zhiyun saw on the Internet that her glorious deeds of the previous day were reported and commented on very well. In addition, many people in the comment section hoped that Dao Ye would open an account on a social media platform.

This type of comment is highly liked.

In the next few days, Zhiyun slowly adapted to her new identity.

Tao Lianlian has been very well behaved these days. She is probably still depressed and won't look for her at all.

"Miss Zhiyun."

A voice called out from behind.

Zhiyun turned around and saw that it was the three-part weak and three-part pure heroine Xu Ruhua. She raised the corners of her lips slightly and said, "It's you."

This is a coffee shop, where she plans to drink coffee quietly and use the computer for a while.

Xu Ruhua walked over, and her delicate face, even though she looked expressionless, was still sympathetic.

"Can I sit here?" she asked.

Zhiyun kept the corners of her lips raised: "It's up to you."

Xu Ruhua then sat down opposite Zhiyun. Without any pleasantries, she went straight to the point: "Zhiyun, I hope you won't bother Ah Chu anymore."

Hearing this, the smile on Zhiyun's lips gradually widened: "Xu Ruhua, from what standpoint are you asking me for this?"

Xu Ruhua: "I'm not asking you, I'm just begging you."

After saying this, Zhiyun, who was standing opposite him, leaned back, her posture relaxed and comfortable. "Is that how you're begging me?"

"Zhiyun, what do you want me to do?"

Xu Ruhua is the heroine after all. Even though her face is full of fragility and purity, she still has the aura of a heroine in her bones.

Zhiyun retracted her gaze and played with her nails: "I accept any plea, but your attitude of pleading does not satisfy me."

"Zhiyun, a forced melon is not sweet. I hope you can understand this truth. Ah Chu doesn't like you at all. You can obviously meet someone better, right?"

Xu Ruhua said calmly.

Zhiyun was speechless. She was indeed the heroine. What a logical halo of the Virgin Mary.

She said in a playful tone, "Although a forced melon is not sweet, if you force it long enough, it will definitely become sweet. Just like the relationship between you and Situ Ling, isn't it forced that way?"

"I……"

Xu Ruhua felt a surge of anger on her face when she was poked.

She wanted to explain something, but Zhiyun spoke before her: "Xu Ruhua, judging from Situ Ling's expression that night, he must be very obsessed with you, right?"

Xu Ruhua froze.

The next sentence I heard Zhiyun say:

"I was wondering, if Situ Ling knew that you came to me because of Chu Yi, what would he think?"

As she spoke, the expression on Zhiyun's face looked as if she was caught in a dilemma.

Xu Ruhua finally couldn't hold it in any longer, she stood up and said angrily: "Zhiyun, don't go too far."

Zhiyun shrugged innocently: "Did I go too far? How did I go too far?"

She crossed her legs and leaned back. "I clearly told you clearly that night that I was disappointed with Chu Yi, but Miss Xu still doesn't seem to understand. She even came to me again to reason with me. If you didn't know, you would have thought Miss Xu was deeply in love with Chu Yi."

"I don't!"

Out of human instinct, Xu Ruhua immediately refuted it.

But the explanation that came out of his mouth seemed to make the matter even more obvious.

Chu Yi has deep feelings for her, but she treats Chu Yi as her own brother. Because of Zhiyun's actions this time, Chu Yi was seriously injured. Xu Ruhua was so angry that she went to Zhiyun in person, hoping that she would let Chu Yi go.

"Are you done, Miss Xu?" Zhi Yunyan looked at the other person with a smile: "I like efficient communication methods, but you are too laborious."

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