"sorry!"

"I'm sorry, you shouldn't have said to me!"

After Zhou Sheng finished speaking, he hung up the phone and left Ye An leaning quietly against the wall, thinking about what Zhou Sheng had just said. Although the night has passed, the remaining time is still long.

Ye An posted on Weibo and searched for topics about him. Sure enough, he saw the rumors that had suddenly become more common in recent times. Ye An's eyes turned cold, and someone was going to be in trouble.

The netizen who woke up the next day found that the scandal about Ye An's male god disappeared completely. People who followed Ye An's studio appeared. The studio posted a tweet about the recent online kǔn                                                                                                     �

Ye An himself even posted a Weibo at twelve o'clock in the morning, clearly stating that he already had someone he liked and hoped that everyone could bless the two of them.

There are heartbroken people and blessings. Ye An’s Weibo fell suddenly, and such a big news instantly became a hot search on Weibo. Even because of this sudden news, the Weibo server was paralyzed in the morning.

But Mo Yinyin, the other person in the protagonist, was on the way to the company. Because she browsed Weibo last night and kept until almost the early morning, Mo Yinyin got up late this morning.

He rushed to the company without even having breakfast, so he naturally had no chance to hear anything about Ye An from Zhou Sheng.

I don’t know if there is really a frustration in love and a proud workplace; Mo Yinyin looked at the schedule that was full of today, and she felt no trouble in her heart, and she was even a little lucky. Fortunately, she had a lot of work, so she would definitely not be able to help but secretly go to the male god’s Weibo if she didn’t let herself go.

Last night, Mo Yinyin, who returned to the room, did not sleep directly after washing up, but took out her cell phone. The few missed calls on the cell phone made Mo Yinyin's heart skip.

She covered her phone with both hands, thinking that she could deceive herself and pretend that she hadn't seen anything.

No matter what, I would have some small expectations in my heart. After all, Mo Yinyin took the phone and defeated the word "reason" in her mind. She called the male god.

The male god's phone is not like in a novel, nor is it like in a dream. There will be someone opposite the phone. When your phone dials, someone will answer it immediately.

"The call you are making is on the phone, sorry..."

The voice on the phone made people feel courage scattered in their hearts bit by bit. Mo Yinyin didn't know how many times the simple words on the phone had been repeated, but she only knew that she had been repeating them in her ears.

The hanging-up call is like a burned candle, and the candlelight can no longer be lit.

The faint and dim lights, clearly turned on to dispel darkness, now seem to exist to welcome darkness.

The quilt was pulled over the top of the head, and the suffocation feeling slowly passed through the quilt. At some point, a bai    nèn's hands stretched out from the quilt, shaking up a small gap in the quilt, and fresh air immediately poured in.

But the owner of the hand seemed not to be doing this. Her hand groped on the bed until she touched an iPad, and her hand took back the quilt. After a while, a faint light came from the quilt, which was intertwined with the lights of the wall lights on the wall.

The quilt was not lifted up and her head was not stretched out. She could not see the flashing indicator lights of the phone on the table, nor did she feel the vibration of the phone, or she felt it, but she didn't have the courage to look at it.

The phone rang slowly until it was out of power and turned off automatically.

It stopped its vibration, and the lights in the quilt suddenly dimmed. After a while, an iPad was thrown out of the quilt, and after a while, a pair of eyes came out of the quilt.

After a while, the faint light completely went out.

As the lights went out, the clock's hand knew in the early morning, and a Weibo post appeared quietly.

It’s a pity that most people have fallen into sleep, and only a few people see it. They are concerned about everything related to this Weibo post and see the rumors on the Internet disappear one by one.

"Yinyin, is your phone not turned on?"

Assistant Zhou walked to Mo Yinyin, gently tapped her desk, woke Mo Yinyin who was trapped in work, and reached out to hand over his cell phone.

Mo Yinyin took the phone with one hand and went to find her phone with the other hand. Looking at the phone that was still unresponsive when pressing the key, Mo Yinyin put the phone aside and said, "Forgot to charge!"

Assistant Zhou smiled, pointed to his cell phone, and then turned back to his job. Mo Yinyin lowered her head and looked at Mr. Mo on the cell phone, stunned for a moment!

"Mr. Mo, is there anything wrong?"

Mo Zhengjie's expression was very strange, with dissatisfaction but implicit relief. Such an expression should not be a job!

Mo Zhengjie coughed twice, turned his head and looked at Mo Yinyin, and said, "When will the Ye An you mentioned be brought to me!"

Mo Yinyin subconsciously looked at Mo Zhengjie's office, but the office door was closed. Mo Yinyin didn't know what was going on inside. Mo Yinyin looked at Mo Zhengjie's background carefully, unlike in the office.

"He's still filming!"

For some reason, Mo Yinyin didn't want Mo Zhengjie to know about the things you have recently had. Although she knew that it would be useless to hide it like this. If my brother wanted to know it, it would be easy.

"Hmph!" Mo Zhengjie smiled coldly, "What's more important than seeing his brother-in-law!"

"Brother, you... agree!"

Mo Yinyin was startled by the name Mo Zhengjie said. She didn't expect that things would happen so quickly. She obviously was reluctant before, so why did she suddenly change her attitude today?

Did Ye An go to find his brother? But in this situation, how could Ye An go to find his brother?

Thinking of this, a trace of sorrow appeared on Mo Yinyin's face, and the sharp-eyed Mo Zhengjie was taken into consideration. When he thought of Ye An's Weibo, Mo Zhengjie unconsciously thought a little more.

"He's sorry for you?"

"No!"

Mo Yinyin just put away the sorrow in her heart, and when she heard her brother's words, she quickly explained, "I'm just..."

The words to his mouth were easily swallowed back. No matter what she wanted to say, she couldn't say anything. It was definitely Ye An who did something sorry for Yinyin, so he posted on Weibo in the middle of the night to pray for Yinyin's forgiveness.

Thinking that he actually felt good about Ye An because of a Weibo post, Mo Zhengjie squeezed the documents in his hand hard, and the originally flat paper immediately had several deep wrinkles.

"I just told him how could he do Weibo? It turned out to be because of this!" Mo Zhengjie's voice came over, and he could vaguely hear his teeth grinding sound, "You don't have to bring him over to see me!"

Weibo?
Chapter completed!