Chapter 277: I confessed to the person I liked in high school.
Chapter 277: I confessed to the person I liked in high school
An Yu:......
Is this person here to cause trouble?
She glared at Xu Xiangbai secretly, her resentment clearly showing in her beautiful eyes.
He spoke again, with a hint of gritted teeth: "Good evening, boss!"
That's just right, that's just right.
In particular, the word "sick" that he muttered under his breath while adjusting his clothes drifted into my ears.
It tastes even better now.
Xu Xiangbai felt a secret sense of satisfaction.
I think An Yu should switch careers and become a doctor.
The vague feeling of unease that had been weighing on my chest for days suddenly dissipated.
He cleared his throat very stiffly, then suddenly said:
"Since you still know I'm your boss, what about the rumors you spread about me a while ago?"
An Yu felt baffled. She was perfectly justified in asking, "When did I spread rumors about you?" She hadn't done anything wrong.
She thought Xu Xiangbai was referring to what happened between him and He Jiayu in the office.
Regardless of their relationship or what they did in the office.
An Yu admitted that she had made all sorts of guesses, good and bad, even absurd ones.
But he didn't say a word about it to anyone, not even today.
An Yu refused to take the blame.
"If there are rumors circulating outside, it's possible that He Lvcha herself spread them. Anyway, she'll stop at nothing to achieve her goals, and using you is just a convenient thing for her."
Xu Xiangbai felt like he was getting caught up in this mess, and his face darkened. "Who mentioned her?"
That's even more baffling. "Which one are you talking about?"
An Yu's eyes were clear and sharp, straightforward and certain, her face practically screaming:
Pure and innocent.
Xu Xiangbai touched the tip of his nose, his eyes flickering twice in the dim light, subtly avoiding An Yu's arrogant gaze.
He lowered his head, added ice to his glass, and spoke quickly, as if he were embarrassed.
"There was a young model who spread rumors about us having an ambiguous relationship on her WeChat Moments, along with suggestive pictures. I saw that you liked those posts."
He had his head down, so he couldn't see the expression on An Yu's face. After a brief silence, he heard her voice sound rather light and airy.
"Is it a rumor? I thought you two had officially announced your relationship."
Xu Xiangbai used a casual tone to conceal his probing intent, "She posted a clarification later, revealing the truth to me. Didn't you see it?"
An Yu hesitated for a moment, then honestly shook her head, "No..."
The model was a friend An Yu had added a long time ago at an event. She was very good at flattering the powerful and belittling the weak, and An Yu really didn't like her.
After seeing that post on WeChat Moments, An Yu promptly deleted the person from her contacts.
Xu Xiangbai scoffed.
He had secretly made Xie Ting take eight hundred screenshots, tormenting Xie Ting to the point of desperation, so he simply gave up and asked:
"Who exactly do you want to see this? Can you give me a heads-up? I'll shout it into her ear through a megaphone, and I guarantee she'll dream about it all the time."
Xu Xiangbai kicked him in the butt, "Do you think this is a ghost story?"
No wonder I never saw An Yu's profile picture in the screenshot.
It turns out that no one was actually seen.
never mind.
Whether she cares or not.
Anyway, he's used to doing whatever he wants and never suppresses his emotions.
Anyway, the explanation of "protesting too much" made him feel better.
He feigned disgust, saying, "You're the first to believe this kind of fabrication about me, An Yu, you're really something."
While he was saying those few words with his head down, everyone gradually took their places.
Young, good-looking men and women gathered around the table, their subtle magnetic fields intersecting, ready to spark a flutter of excitement at any moment.
Everyone was eager and full of anticipation.
We're just about to begin.
Zhang Guan suddenly stood up and shouted:
"Me! Me! Me! I want to sit next to Young Master Xu. He's amazing at spinning bottles. If I sit next to him, I'm less likely to get spun."
After saying that, he squeezed his way to Xu Xiangbai's side.
The lights were dimmed so much that he didn't even notice Xu Xiangbai's gloomy face.
A large man suddenly squeezed in, and An Yu was afraid of being stepped on.
They naturally moved to the side.
Zhang Guan came over, and the women who were with him also tried to stand close to him.
An Yu's seat was moved around and she ended up sitting opposite Zhou Jichen.
Someone leaned over and lit a cigarette for Zhou Jichen.
The moment the lighter was turned on, the orange flame reflected in his eyes and brows, and a wisp of mist escaped from his lips.
The drifting direction was exactly towards An Yu's side.
She was filming a variety show recently, and almost had an accident while bungee jumping in the canyon. She screamed her heart out in mid-air.
He inhaled too much wind, which damaged his trachea and vocal cords.
She's been hoarse and unresponsive, and because An Yu doesn't watch her diet much, she hasn't fully recovered yet.
Right now, the surroundings are filled with smoke, and I can vaguely feel that my throat is a little uncomfortable and itchy.
An Yu turned her head away and coughed softly twice, trying to suppress her discomfort.
She had throat lozenges in her pocket, and An Yu took out two more and put them in her mouth.
The slightly bitter, cool sensation spread throughout my mouth, and I finally felt a little better.
When he turned around to play the game, he found that the long, thin cigarette that Zhou Jichen had been holding to his lips had been crushed into the transparent ashtray.
With his long, thin fingers, he picked up the glass and poured a little wine in, the smoke completely dissipating.
The person who lit his cigarette looked puzzled. "Young Master Zhou, why aren't you smoking?"
He said in a flat voice, "I don't like smoking."
"You should have said you didn't like this brand earlier. I have other brands in my pocket."
"No, thank you." He calmly advised, "You should smoke less too, it's good for lung cancer."
If anyone else said this, smokers would dismiss it.
It's a bit creepy to hear it coming from an oncology expert.
Several people around them simultaneously stubbed out their cigarettes.
My nicotine cravings suddenly seem to have lessened.
...
The game begins.
The questions about truth or dare were asked boldly and enthusiastically, and the atmosphere remained very lively.
When was the last time your family blocked your credit card?
"In college, I dated a foreign girl."
"You got slapped by that minor celebrity ex-girlfriend and it went viral, but then you got a few beatings from your grandfather when you got home?"
"I didn't count, I'm about to be hammered into a meatball."
When was the last time you were a dog?
—"Cough cough...last night."
...
An Yu followed along and witnessed many explosive and hilarious gossip stories.
But if you walk by the river often, you're bound to get your shoes wet.
She was the next unlucky one to be pointed at by the bottle.
Thankfully, it was just a minor issue.
Compared to that group of people, Xiao Yin's questions were more conservative and repetitive.
"Anyu, did you ever confess your feelings to someone you liked in high school?"
Everyone gave a disheartened "tsk," saying, "We don't talk about feelings at the gaming table; we only talk about being stabbed in the back. This question is too trivial."
This is how it appears to outsiders.
Xiao Yin also felt that she was letting loose, after all, An Yu's career was on the rise, and if something explosive came out and was spread by someone with ulterior motives, she was worried that it would affect An Yu.
Little did they know—
This problem is a matter of life and death for An Yu.
It's a little difficult to say this in front of her ex-crush who rejected her.
Although she didn't know if Zhou Jichen still remembered this incident.
After all, many girls liked him back then, and she was just one of them.
Back then, I was obsessed with all kinds of romance novels, and even my way of confessing my love was old-fashioned.
An Yu felt her throat was even more uncomfortable.
I gritted my teeth and wrote a single, dry word.
"have."
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