Chapter 85 I like you.
The two maintained a distance that was neither too close nor too far.
Jiang Luo walked briskly ahead, while He Ziyan followed with long strides, not too fast and not too slow.
Just after turning the corner, Jiang Luo stopped abruptly, caught off guard.
What's wrong?
Just as He Ziyan was about to ask a question, the person in front of him turned around in a panic, grabbed his wrist, and dragged him back.
Glancing at the hand tightly gripping his, He Ziyan asked nothing, a small smile curving his lips as he let her hold on.
It wasn't very strong, but it was warm, that was Luo Luo's temperature.
Her dress fluttered, and the hem of her skirt danced like butterflies.
Running at night, with the person I love.
I really want to... just go to the ends of the earth like this.
After running several hundred meters, Jiang Luo finally stopped, hands on her knees, panting heavily.
What exactly happened?
He Ziyan looked over, his gaze falling perfectly on the slightly open neckline.
Springtime beauty cannot be confined within the garden walls.
A rush of blood to his head made him turn around abruptly as if electrocuted, and he said sternly, "Luo Luo. Stand still."
It was initially inexplicable, but Jiang Luo looked down and immediately understood.
She straightened up, straightened her clothes, and smiled faintly.
He Ziyan... is quite a gentleman.
Skipping over this minor detail, Jiang Luo explained the reason for her frantic run: "There were reporters at the entrance, probably stopped by security. I've seen those people before; they're all particularly sharp entertainment reporters. A-Ting, the one who asked you a question at the press conference last time, was also there."
Seeing that she had become standing, He Ziyan turned around and said, "There is only one gate to this community."
"Huh?" Jiang Luo was dumbfounded. "What do we do then?"
He Ziyan made a decisive decision: "Let's go stay at Ji Bei's house."
"But……"
"He probably won't be coming home tonight, and besides, his house has four rooms, enough for us to sleep in."
The last half of the sentence sounds a bit strange.
Jiang Luo pouted and hesitated, ultimately unable to think of a better solution, "This is the only way."
He Ziyan led the way.
We returned to the building where Lin Shuang was.
"Why are you back?" Jiang Luo pointed to the building number.
He Ziyan entered the access control code: "Ji Bei's house is on the 8th floor."
"The 8th floor...that means it's downstairs from Lin Shuang's house?" The two walked into the lobby.
"Yes." After entering the elevator, He Ziyan said again, "He bought this place specifically for Lin Shuang."
"Huh?" It's quite sweet.
Isn't this a classic example of a domineering CEO complex?
He moved to the apartment below his beloved girl's, enjoying free meals, morning exercise, and pick-up and drop-off services—a one-stop shop for her.
The mirror reflected Jiang Luo's relieved aunt-like smile, her lips almost reaching the sky.
I'm hooked! I'm hooked!
That smile made He Ziyan feel extremely uncomfortable.
Why is she always so engrossed in other people's love stories?
"Luo Luo." He Ziyan turned to face her, his tone calm and serious: "I can move to your neighborhood."
The smile vanished.
Jiang Luo: "..."
Is this some kind of strange competitive spirit?
"Isn't your neighborhood good?" she asked.
He Ziyan frowned.
Asking a question you already know the answer to.
He lowered his eyes and pondered for a moment, then looked at her again, "You know, right..."
It has no sense of aggression, it's clean and refreshing, and it feels calm and breezy.
He said, "I like you."
Jiang Luo: "..."
Some things are bound to be heard eventually.
Some things are bound to happen.
But... why now?
Where is this?
This is just a broken elevator!
She still has so many questions she doesn't understand!
She's not ready yet!
"I just said no! Not now!" Jiang Luo said angrily, stomping her foot suddenly.
The elevator stopped abruptly with a clang.
Jiang Luo swayed slightly.
"Luo Luo!" He Ziyan reacted quickly and hugged her tightly.
It was... a familiar, warm embrace.
It's... a familiar, faint fragrance.
It's... the familiar He Ziyan.
Jiang Luo was momentarily stunned.
Then, it continued to get angry.
She flailed her arms and pushed him away.
Jiang Luo glared at him resentfully.
He Ziyan was at a loss.
How could things change so suddenly?
Jiang Luo said angrily, "I'll talk to you when we get to Ji Bei's house!"
He Ziyan looked completely innocent. "Okay."
Three minutes later.
At Ji Bei's restaurant, Jiang Luo and He Ziyan sat facing each other.
Jiang Luo acted like an interrogator.
He Ziyan remains innocent.
"I'll go first," Jiang Luo said loudly.
He Ziyan obediently replied, "Okay."
"Do you know Yan Zihe?" she asked, getting straight to the point.
He Ziyan paused for a moment.
Jiang Luo cast a death stare at him. "Confess and you'll be treated leniently; resist and you'll be punished severely."
"Know."
Ah, he really knows Yan Zihe!
"Is that your company's game?"
"no."
"If this isn't your company's game, why are you and Ji Bei exactly the same as Yan Zihe and Song Ming?"
"It was an artist from that game company who used our image without permission."
That……
"Do you... know who I am?" Jiang Luo glared at him menacingly.
He Ziyan: ?
He fell silent. Silence means he's thinking, and thinking means he's making up lies!
Jiang Luo slammed her hand on the table. "Speak quickly!"
"You are..." He Ziyan asked tentatively, "Superman?"
Jiang Luo: "..."
What are you doing, making jokes at such a serious moment?
"I mean... never mind, could you... could I see your phone?" Jiang Luo lowered her gaze, her voice lacking confidence.
The request to look at his phone is a bit much; He Ziyan can refuse.
I think... they'll refuse.
“Okay.” He Ziyan replied, taking out his phone and placing it in front of Jiang Luo.
Staring at the phone in front of her, Jiang Luo froze, muttering, "They really showed it to me."
"Of course," He Ziyan said frankly. "Why wouldn't I show it to you?"
"So..." Jiang Luo smoothed her hair and asked again, "You can see anything?"
"Um."
After hesitating for a long time, Jiang Luo finally picked up her phone. "What's the password?"
"No password."
"oh."
Clicking on it takes you directly to the main page.
Search for the Little Pink Book app.
Yes, it really exists.
That's the app Jiang Luo uses to share her artwork.
Click on [Me].
I am Yan Zihe.
It really is him!
Jiang Luo clicked into the page of the works he had liked, and they were all titled "[Luo Luo Luo Luo on Jiang]".
"What is this?" She pushed the phone toward He Ziyan.
He glanced down at it, his expression unchanged. "My account."
"Did you also hack into my account?" Jiang Luo stared intently at him, trying to find any clues.
He Ziyan: "No."
It's natural; it doesn't look like a lie.
"Then how did you know this was mine?" Jiang Luo asked again.
He Ziyan paused, then asked, "How do you know I know this is you?"
"Because when we were at the supermarket, you specially took us to buy art supplies and asked me about drawing. It's because you knew I could draw, right?" Jiang Luo waved her arms excitedly.
“So,” He Ziyan looked at her, his clear eyes sparkling, and asked with a wronged expression, “you admit that you lied to me.”
"Yes...yes." Jiang Luo stammered unconsciously.
I don't know why, but I feel a little guilty.
It seems like she made a mistake.
Why?
"That's not the point!" Jiang Luo picked up the pieces of her scattered reason. "The point is, how did you know it was me?"
Their eyes met. He Ziyan didn't have a confrontational air, but he wasn't weak either. He was neither humble nor arrogant, but calm and composed. "I can't tell you."
"Why?" Jiang Luo asked angrily.
He Ziyan did not answer.
Yan Zihe's importance to Jiang Luo is self-evident.
In reality, he hasn't yet won Jiang Luo's favor.
Games are games, and reality is reality.
Ideally, he would tell Jiang Luo that he is her Yan Zihe, and then Jiang Luo would transfer her affection for Yan Zihe to him.
But how likely is that?
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