I found the secret to gain popularity

Yan Zejun had no idea what Duan Zhinan was thinking at this moment, and he carefully considered his words, hoping that he could talk about this matter in a calm tone.

"I already know what's on your mind." Yan Zejun said slowly. He straightened his shoulders and met his eyes. He saw Duan Zhinan's unbelievable eyes.

He really likes me.

Yan Zejun looked into the other party's eyes and thought with some distress, but he must use a gentle way to let the other party know, at least not for now, because he is not ready yet.

He already knows that I am the marketing account of the culprit?

Duan Zhinan was even more desperate.

One wave of ups and downs, another wave, the so-called misfortunes never come singly, today is his good day.

He looked at Yan Zejun's serious eyes, and immediately buried his face in his hands, not knowing how to face him.

He's still dead.

Duan Zhinan was unhappy.

He was ready to be scolded, or if it was serious, he would admit to being beaten.

Anyway, so many things happened today, he no longer knows how to proceed to solve all these changes.

Seeing the teardrops on Duan Zhinan's eyelashes, and his heroic expression, Yan Zejun was a little amused, resisting the urge to pinch his face, and said, "Don't be nervous, I'm not very disgusted with this kind of thing, remember you saw Ever been my roommate, he's just like you."

Duan Zhinan blinked his eyes, wondering if Yan Zejun's roommate is also a marketing account?seriously?

Yan Zejun said: "I quite understand minority groups like you. You don't need to feel inferior because of this. Sexual orientation is just a choice of yourself."

Duan Zhinan came to his senses after a long absence, and felt that he couldn't keep up with what Yan Zejun said?

Yan Zejun continued step by step without knowing it: "The time we have known each other is too short. I am very grateful to you for being kind to me during this time. It is indeed very comfortable to get along with you, but I was wrong before."

Duan Zhinan: "..."

"I should have talked to you right away, instead of leaving with an evasive gesture, I hope you don't mind." As he spoke, he turned around and took out the roast duck he bought, "Let's go out for dinner Talking? You must be hungry, right?"

Duan Zhinan's open-mouthed boss temporarily forgot about his own media account, and sighed a long time:

"ha…..?"

Yan Zejun was silent for a moment, wondering if he didn't explain clearly, so he said again: "I understand what you think about me, let's talk about other things at the dinner table, shall we?"

Duan Zhinan turned around in a daze: "What do I think of you?"

Yan Zejun: "?"

Duan Zhinan read all the words Yan Zejun had said since he entered the door, and finally understood what he was talking about, and suddenly raised his eyes: "You think I'm gay?"

Yan Zejun: "..."

How about not?

His roommate has clearly said that he is courteous for nothing, and steals anything.

Very enthusiastically ran up and down to help myself move.

And I bought myself a more expensive gift after only knowing each other for a few days.

I ran nearly two kilometers to buy medicine for myself without even watching the basketball game, and felt sorry for myself.

Help yourself to solve the entangled girls.

What other sincere conversations about planning for the future...

When Duan Zhinan came back to his senses, Yan Zejun had been petrified for quite a while.

He put the roast duck that was still smelling fragrant on the table, and said word by word: "Aren't you gay? Don't you like me?"

Duan Zhinan was anxious and angry: "Who told you that I'm gay!!"

The air seemed to freeze at this moment, and Yan Zejun's first reaction was that the next time he saw his roommate who made up his mind, he must kill him.

The second reaction was to ask rhetorically: "Then...you hid in the room and cried...Isn't it because I ignored you?"

Duan Zhinan silently replied: "It's not because of you..."

"Then why are you crying and didn't go to work?" Yan Zejun held back for a long time, and finally choked out a line that suited him, as if this would not make the atmosphere look awkward.

It was as if there was no one who just pretended to be affectionate and thought that others liked him.

He wanted to ignore it, but Duan Zhinan couldn't!

He's not stupid, and he figured out the key point after a little thought, why...uh...Yan Zejun misunderstood him.

His eyes were still swollen, but his mind was suddenly clearer than ever at this moment, thinking that this might be a good time to be honest with each other.

So he took a deep breath and said, "I cry because I was framed by someone, and it's about work."

"This way..." Yan Zejun's ears were completely red, and it could be seen that he didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

"That's right." Duan Zhinan took a breath, "I don't actually have a job, I lied to you."

Yan Zejun didn't realize what Duan Zhinan meant when he said he didn't have a job, so he repeated, "You lied to me?"

"Yes, I lied to you." Duan Zhinan tightened his grip on his quilt, silently cheering himself up in his heart: "Actually, I don't have any job at all, and I don't have to go to work. My job is to be a marketing account. Every day Just posting on Weibo at home to receive advertisements, I’m not as good as you think.”

But it's okay to be a marketing account, and he doesn't discriminate against occupations, so why do you have to have breakfast with him every day, and then go out together?

This rao went around and came back to the original point. If Duan Zhinan hadn't denied liking him, Yan Zejun would have thought it was Duan Zhinan who wanted to spend more time with him.

Yan Zejun raised his eyes and asked his doubts: "Then you... There's no need to lie to me, and I won't think differently of you because of your career."

Duan Zhinan stopped talking.

Yan Zejun thought for a while, and boldly guessed: "You don't think I will hate the marketing account because of what happened to me in the photo incident?"

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was possible, so he started to find a way for others self-righteously: "Actually, it didn't. I believe that the marketing account before was not intentional. I don't blame him, so you can tell me directly in the future, no need Hiding it so deeply made me so tired."

When Duan Zhinan heard this, he seemed to grasp at straws: "Right? You don't think that marketing account uploaded your photo on purpose?"

Yan Zejun didn't know why Duan Zhinan was so excited, but he still nodded: "Yes, it's obvious that I didn't shoot the manuscript, it's just a coincidence."

With an expression that seemed to be smiling but not crying, Duan Zhinan leaped forward, almost twisting Yan Zejun's waist.

"Do you remember what the id of that marketing account was?"

Yan Zejun was hugged to the full, his arms caught the heavy weight, and his mind was a little confused: "It seems like some handsome guy appreciates it or something?"

"You've got it wrong!" Duan Zhinan said sadly, "That blogger's ID is @素人神颜大奖."

How confused is he?

Didn't remember his account name?