Quick Wear: A skilled hunter is numb from being kissed by his prey

Yun Zhiyue was also afraid of this nagging girl, so she quickly said, "Sister, I'm going to be busy. I'll contact you when I have time. Bye."

“Hey, Yueyue, I haven’t said it yet…” William’s voice disappeared because the phone was hung up, and the wedding continued.

[Strategy score 98, damn, finally an integer, and then a decimal point, Shi Ye's eyes are dizzy. ]

There were only two seats at the wedding. Ji Yan's peach blossom eyes were full of smiles: "Great, the opponents you have provoked have never been of simple status. Be careful that the kite will be seized by others when you let go of the string again."

Jian Qinzhi is as leisurely as he was in the past, and still seems to be in a quiet corner in this magnificent wedding hall.

Without any unnecessary emotion, he said, "I know what's going on, but I never expected you... to come out."

Ji Yan's face changed, but he didn't refute anything and tacitly accepted the term "coming out".

Sometimes he wondered if the variety show "Love Paradise" back then had some kind of magic, at least it brought the people around him together.

Even Han Ling was hurt by Nie Yi. She got drunk that night and slept with an 18th-tier artist from the variety show. They have been entangled until now.

And he... weirdly enough, got involved with that little mole Li Fan, and the key point was that he was the one who teased her.

If someone had told him before that he would come out, he would definitely have secretly beaten that person up, but now... one can only say that life is unpredictable.

In Country R, ​​Yun Zhiyue finished filming the MV and finally got rid of William's buzzing bee-like thing.

William is her fan. Whenever she holds concerts in different countries, he follows her everywhere. After all, because of his status, it is not easy to offend him, so they still chat occasionally.

This guy was obsessed with her, not only watching her concert but also going backstage. He was really like a sticky cake.

Fortunately, this guy is not as twisted as Nie Yi. At most, he makes me a little irritated. After the concert in Country R is over, I will just leave this guy's territory as soon as possible.

But bees are also somewhat useful, and their strategy level is 98...

Yun Zhiyue curled the corners of her lips, finished work and returned to her temporary residence in Country R.

Since she didn't want to stay in a hotel, her agent rented her a small courtyard with medieval retro decoration. The surrounding security was good and she liked it very much.

But outside the courtyard, Yun Zhiyue saw the man who should have been at the wedding, leaning against the car door waiting for her as usual. She looked dazed and felt a sense of absurdity as if time and space were confused.

"Look stupid, open the door."

Yun Zhiyue came back to her senses, took out the key and opened the door, wondering, "How could it be? How did you get to Country R in such a short time?"

Jian Qinzhi said calmly: "The reputation of the Navigator Monarch is not for nothing. I can go wherever I want, anytime and anywhere."

"I was already on the plane 10 minutes after you hung up the phone. What's so surprising about that?"

After entering the room, he sat on her sofa in a familiar manner and patted the seat next to him: "Come here."

Yun Zhiyue's mouth twitched: "Uncle Jian, you are too rude. This is my home, you act like it's your territory."

Jian Qinzhi repeated: "Come here."

I walked over and sat down helplessly: "You came all the way here, what do you want to tell me?"

"There's nothing to say. We haven't seen each other for a year and a half. I came to see you. Even though we broke up, I'm still your Uncle Jian. Do you feel embarrassed?"

Yun Zhiyue raised her eyebrows: "Why should I feel embarrassed? You know, I can let go of things when I can take them. I never seek love between men and women."

"Yes, Not Bad."

[Strategy level 99, hahahaha, I look calm on the surface, but in my heart I want to strangle you to death. ]

Yun Zhiyue also laughed secretly. If it weren’t for the cheating device called the Samsara Stone, she really wouldn’t be able to see through Jian Qinzhi.

Right now, haha, she is the one in the dark.

He calmly stood up and went to the kitchen and said, "Uncle Jian, you came all the way here, haven't you eaten yet? I'll make it for you."

"Or fried rice or scrambled eggs?"

"Pfft! How can that be? I'm not used to those foods when I'm abroad, so I've learned to cook them myself. Even if it doesn't look good, it still tastes good. Wait, it will be ready in a moment."

The aroma of food soon rose from the kitchen. Jian Qinzhi, who was sitting on the sofa, never took his eyes off the figure wearing an apron.

Soon four dishes and a soup were served. They looked fragrant and must have tasted good.

Jian Qinzhi listened to Yun Zhiyue talking about many things that happened abroad, and unknowingly ate an extra bowl of rice.

In fact, he knew everything she said, but it felt different when it came out of her mouth.

She is really strong and lives well on her own. As she herself said, without relying on any man, she will continue to climb up.

After the meal, Jian Qinzhi said nothing and planned to go back directly. It seemed that he had come across the country just to have a meal that could not be more ordinary.

Before getting in the car, Yun Zhiyue called out, "Uncle Jian!"

Jian Qinzhi looked back and saw a sweet little thing rushing into his arms. He said happily, "Uncle Jian, thank you for giving me the opportunity to be with Xiangyang."

[Strategy score 99.333. Damn, there's a decimal point again. He doesn't want a thank you. I feel so bad. Why doesn't he vent it out? This blackening value is so weird! ]

Jian Qinzhi still said nothing. He hugged her for a while, bent down and kissed her forehead, then drove away.

Yun Zhiyue waved goodbye, with a smile from the bottom of her heart. It will be soon...

While Yun Zhiyue was busy with work and her name was known throughout the countries, the domestic presidential election finally began.

There is a national election every eight years, and a normal president serves two terms in office. If nothing unexpected happens, this president will continue to serve for another eight years.

But the accident happened anyway. At first, various domestic parties expressed some complaints, but this was considered a minor ripple.

It was Nie Yi. Nie Yi, who had not been heard from for a long time, made a public live broadcast online and revealed his identity.

When the live broadcast started, Yun Zhiyue ignored the following announcements and watched quietly.

Nie Yi was still dressed exquisitely, but no matter how gorgeous and expensive the clothes were, they could not hide his thin and unrecognizable face and emaciated body.

Even when he spoke, he was breathing heavily. The dazzling face of the past was gone, and only the body that was struggling to hold on was left, waiting for the obsession to fall.

The first thing Nie Yi said was, "I am Ouyang Yi, the only son of the president of Country A, but I wish I had never had such a father."

I can't say the words to humbly beg people not to vote.

Nie Yi just calmly recounted the fact that his mother was raped to death and that he became Nie Yi.

But the response was not good, because Nie Yi had done a lot of bad things, many netizens who had been troubled by him came out to curse him harshly.

They said he was mentally ill, his mental illness was unstable, and he had even hurt people many times.

Nie Yi looked at the countless comments attacking him without showing any intention of arguing. The light in his eyes was gone, and it seemed that his thoughts had long since left the live broadcast.

"toot"

[Oh my god, the account requesting the connection is Yun Zhiyue's! ]

[Is this true? Is this really the international superstar Yun Zhiyue? 】

[It's true. Officially registered accounts can't be fake. She and Nie Yi...seemed to have known each other before.]

The number of people in the live broadcast room skyrocketed, and the huge increase in traffic made the platform panic.