Yan Shengkai walked up to Han Jingmo, tears in his eyes: "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

"I don't know why Sister Linxi would have such an idea." Yan Shengkai looked distressed, frowned and looked at Lu Wanwan: "I swear to you, I didn't do this, really, I promise."

"No need to swear." Lu Wanwan smiled and shook his head.

"She doesn't like everyone, maybe she just wants to make trouble for you." Song Chi pouted.

"I..." Yan Shengkai's voice choked, his eyes were red, and people who saw it felt pity.

"Go back and rest first, don't take it to heart." Lu Wanwan persuaded.

"I'm fine, I'm just worried that it will affect our relationship." Yan Shengkai bit his lower lip, and tears fell down unable to bear it anymore.

"Hey? Don't cry." Lu Wanwan was at a loss, and looked at Han Jingmo in panic.

Han Jingmo said lightly: "Go back and rest first." Yan

Shengkai wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, but the tears were still rolling in her eyes. She tried hard not to cry: "I just couldn't help it for a moment, I was afraid that you would alienate me because of this."

"No." Lu Wanwan waved her hands.

"Thank you for believing me, and thank you for helping me out." Yan Shengkai's voice was filled with tears: "It's getting late, you should go back and rest too."

"Okay, you go back soon." Lu Wanwan smiled and nodded, secretly guessing in her heart, who did it with the bracelet?

She was still thinking about this question until she entered the room. When she turned around to close the door, she found Han Jingmo following her. Lu Wanwan was surprised: "Why are you following me?"

"Let's talk inside."

Lu Wanwan covered her chest with her hands: "It's the middle of the night, a man and a woman alone, what do you want to do?"

Han Jingmo's eyelids twitched, and he put his hand on her forehead and pushed it back, then walked in and closed the door in one go.

Lu Wanwan was stunned: "You, you, you!"

"Me what?" Han Jingmo crossed his arms and looked down at her.

"Why are you entering my room so late at night?"

"To sleep." Han Jingmo answered as a matter of course.

Lu Wanwan was shocked. Did she hear it right? Sleeping?

Dynamic sleep or static sleep?

Applauding for love, or just chatting under the quilt?

"No..." Lu Wanwan blinked: "What do you mean?"

Han Jingmo shook his head, lowering his eyes in thought.

"What are you thinking about?" Lu Wanwan stretched out his hand and waved in front of his eyes.

"Don't make trouble." Han Jingmo caught it accurately.

Lu Wanwan's face was full of black lines. It was you who came to my room in the middle of the night. It was you who made trouble, okay?

"I was thinking..." Han Jingmo's tone was rarely hesitant. His eyes fell on her slightly drooping eyelashes. He paused and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Why do you always do futile things?"

"No way?" Lu Wanwan was nervous. What detour did she take again?

"Like this." Han Jingmo shook his arm. She was actually trying to struggle just now, trying to pry open his fingers that were clasped around her wrist one by one.

Lu Wanwan broke out in a cold sweat: "Who said this is futile?"

Han Jingmo said meaningfully: "You can't get away, don't waste your energy."

"..." How can you be so arrogant! Lu Wanwan glared at him in reproach, and continued to struggle unwillingly.

Han Jingmo sighed, let go of her, raised his hand and rubbed her hair. Anyway, he was here, so there was no need to make her worry more. It didn't matter whether she said what she said just now or not.

"Don't touch me randomly." Lu Wanwan protested sternly: "The head can be broken, but the hairstyle cannot be messed up."

"...What time is it?"

"Can't you see it yourself?" Lu Wanwan complained, but still took out her mobile phone. As soon as she turned on the screen, there was a WeChat message in the notification bar, sent by Nicholas ZZ.

Lu Wanwan's heart tightened, and she was glad that she had the foresight to change Zhao Jingxing's note to Nicholas ZZ. Most people would not be able to tell. She calmly reported the time: "2127."

"Yeah."

"Aren't you leaving yet?" It was not easy to reply in front of him, so Lu Wanwan started to drive him away.

"No." Han Jingmo found a place to sit down, leisurely as if he was at home.

Lu Wanwan: "..." What was this sudden operation?

Under her accusing gaze, Han Jingmo sat as steady as a mountain. Nicholas ZZ, a very special note name.

And Z, he couldn't help but think of Zhao Jingxing.

At this time, Lu Wanwan's mobile phone rang again. It was a message from the Ninth Prince: Copy, hurry up! Wait for you in two minutes!

Lu Wanwan replied him with a period to indicate that he had received it.

While turning on the computer, he asked Han Jingmo: "I heard that you are very good at playing games?"

"Why?"

"There is a dungeon, help me play it, I'm going to wash up." Lu Wanwan's eyes were crooked, and his smile was innocent. In fact, he wanted to see if his operating habits were similar to Mo Bai's.

"Okay." Han Jingmo agreed without hesitation.

"Then wait a moment." Lu Wanwan cheered in his heart, and logged into the game calmly. He habitually glanced at the friend list, and Mo Bai was not there, so he sent a private message to the Ninth Prince.

[Private Message] Xu He: My friend helped me play a game.

[Private Message] The Ninth Prince: What level?

[Private Message] Xu He: It is said that he is very good.

[Private Message] The Ninth Prince: Sure, sure, hurry up.

Let Han Jingmo sit down in front of the computer. Lu Wanwan observed his expression. After seeing his nickname, he looked up at her.

Lu Wanwan smiled awkwardly. What she was thinking was that people who saw her nickname for the first time would probably be a little surprised, but Han Jingmo's reaction was like he saw it for the first time.

This copy was against the God of Panic, which was a bit difficult.

But Han Jingmo operated it with ease. His slender fingers flew on the keyboard, making a light and pleasant tapping sound.

[Team] Ninth Prince: Damn, you're good, brother.

[Team] Yisibugua: With this level, the account level must be quite high, right? What’s the ID? You can add me as a friend.

[Team] Xuhe: No.

[Team] Ninth Prince: It always feels a bit incongruous for you to say such arrogant words under the name of Xuhe.

[Team] Yisibugua: 1.

Lu Wanwan’s attention was not on their conversation, but on Han Jingmo’s hands.

She had imagined before what the visual effect would be when his hands were placed on the keyboard, but seeing it with her own eyes, she still felt it was beyond her imagination.

She had seen many beautiful hands, on piano keys, holding brushes, holding carving knives, holding black and white chess pieces...

but none of them were as pure and agile as these hands on the keyboard.

I couldn't help but take out my phone and took several photos.

Han Jingmo looked up and asked in confusion: "What are you doing?"

"Don't mind me, just continue."

"..." Han Jingmo couldn't understand her train of thought.

After being infatuated, Lu Wanwan remembered the business and observed carefully for a while. Whether it was the strategic layout or the small habits in operation, he was different from Mo Bai.