I hate seeing the facade

Fang Yiran, a heroic iron-blooded man.

This person always faces his own heart openly. Once he has made it clear what he wants or likes, he will accept the fact clearly and frankly, and never hesitates for a long time.

To put it bluntly, he has a thicker skin than others.

So now he really has to admit that he really has some affection for Yu Rong that goes beyond the scope of friends and teammates.

In fact, if Yu Rong wasn't Yu Rong, the measures Fang Yiran would take would be much simpler, after all, he still understands normal seductive tricks.

Unfortunately, Yu Rong, a child, is a little tricky.

Obviously, it is impossible for Fang Yiran to directly say to Yu Rong: "Although you seem to hate me a little, but this does not prevent me from liking you, so let's have a date with me, kid." Such absurd and illogical words.

The first thing he has to do now is to make Yu Rong not hate himself, let go of his guard, and get closer, at least as a close friend.

However, Fang Yiran found that even if he just wanted to be friends with this comrade, it seemed a little difficult.

Because Yu Rong seemed to think that Fang Yiran would murder him in everything he did.

For example, after recording a group show recently, Fang Yiran distributed snacks to the staff to express his gratitude. He bought a few boxes of cream puffs, which were soft, fragrant and sweet.

Of course it's also Yu Rong's favorite.

Fang Yiran specially bought an extra box. After distributing, he carried the bag and slipped to Yu Rong, who was sitting in front of the dressing table, pretending to be careless.

"Yu Rongrong." Fang Yiran said, "Is the puff just right?"

He thought that Yu Ronghui's eyes were slightly bright, and he might speak a few harsh words, but in the end he would happily take the puffs and eat them.

Unexpectedly, the child looked at the puffs with pouches vigilantly, and stared at Fang Yiran strangely.

"..." Yu Rong muttered in a low voice, "Did you give me the leftovers from other people..."

The north wind blows, and it snows in June.

Fang Yiran held the best-looking box of puffs that he picked out half an hour ago, his smile froze.

"Why?" Fang Yiran lay on the floor in the practice room, muttering melancholy.

The floor is actually very cold, and the air conditioner in the room is fully turned on.

But there is still nothing that can cool Fang Yiran's heart at this time.

Sun Hua leaned over to imitate his tone with a strange voice: "What, why?"

Fang Yiran kicked him away.

"Brother Yu." Fang Yiran still maintained the posture of lying on the corpse, and said weakly, "May I ask you a question about interpersonal communication?"

"Brother Fang, please tell me." Yu Jingliang replied politely

"Why sometimes you obviously haven't offended a person, but that person always has too high vigilance against you." Fang Yiran said disappointedly.

However, what Fang Yiran didn't see was that Yu Jingliang and Sun Hua silently exchanged complex glances behind him.

"After all, you just think you haven't offended me."

After a few seconds, Yu Jingliang's voice came into Fang Yiran's ears with a little carelessness, a little bit ethereal, "What if there is some misunderstanding."

Fang Yiran turned over on the floor, making his thoughts clearer.

Yes, Yu Rong is a well-educated child. He will not like someone for no reason, nor will he hate someone for no reason.

Although the relationship between the two has eased a lot compared to the beginning, the vigilance from the bottom of his heart has never been let go.

So there must have been a long, big, deeply buried misunderstanding between me and Yu Rong, and a misunderstanding that I was completely unaware of.

Fang Yiran's head was about to crack.

Yu Jingliang opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he didn't continue to speak after all.

Because Andy rushed into the practice room in a hurry.

He brought a somewhat novel news.

"Yu Yu Yurong...is being trained by Ms. Wu."

Andy stammered.

Wu Lan, female, 32 years old, Y179's current manager, has brought out famous artists such as Tian Wang Liang Ting and Xiao Hua Zhou Ying.

This woman is vigorous and resolute, with a bad temper.

She hates being called sister, because it will make her not aware of the fact that she is 32 years old and has no partner, so in order to avoid stepping on the thunder, Fang Yiran and the others call her Ms. Wu.

At this moment, she had YSL gold bar No. 21 painted on her mouth, and her patent leather high-heeled shoes, which had never changed for thousands of years, slammed down heavily on the carpet, furious and frothy.

Wu Lan had been exhaling fragrance to Yu Rong in front of her for half an hour.

"If you want to be mad, I'll just say so." Wu Lan said with a sneer,

Yu Rong knew he was wrong, so he didn't speak.

He just lowered his head and clasped the edge of the phone case. His nails were so hard that they turned slightly white.

The door was suddenly opened from the outside, and the person who came was none other than Fang Yiran, the unlucky ghost who had been eavesdropping outside the door for a long time, and was finally kicked in by the crowd to inquire about the situation.

As we all know, Yu Rong is a very thin-skinned person.

So he really hates the moment when others see him making a fool of himself, especially when this person is still Fang Yiran.

Yu Rong looked away sleepily.

Fang Yiran could see Yu Rong's discomfort.

He sighed from the bottom of his heart, leaning halfway against the door, shaking the two cups of jasmine green tea in his hand.

"Beauties and handsome guys."

Fang Yiran said politely, "If we have something to talk about, let's have a sip of green tea to calm down. Is there anything small that can help you share your worries?"

Wu Lan was so angry that her mouth was parched, and she didn't care about whether it was delicate or not. She took a few sips of green tea from Fang Yiran's cup with resentment.

After a while, she raised her chin angrily at the mobile phone in front of her.

"Looking at it for myself, it's just the opposite of the sky."

Fang Yiran picked up Wu Lan's phone in confusion, and what caught his eyes was a Weibo with nearly ten thousand retweets. For a moment, Fang Yiran couldn't judge the nature of this Weibo, because it didn't contain any topics. Only a short sentence.

"Not too much, please click in and get an annual confusing live broadcast recording."

A video is attached below. From the cover, you can see the side face of a person with a pointed and thin chin and thick and long eyelashes. It is not Yu Rong.

It should be the personal live broadcast requested by the company a few days ago.Fang Yiran thought.

Fang Yiran noticed at the same time that the duration of this live broadcast was strangely stuck at exactly half an hour, not more than a minute and not less than a second.

Fang Yiran paused with his fingers, and clicked on the video.

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Fang Yiran: The brat is disobedient, he deserves to be reprimanded!