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Gu Jo and Le Xi played until they were tired, then they snuggled in the blanket after applying face masks.
I sent a WeChat message to Ma Tang, but got no reply.
I thought about it and decided to click on a black profile picture.
Gu Jo: Mr. Li, I've been participating in variety shows these days. Sent.
After sending it, I realized that what I said seemed like nonsense. If he wants to know my whereabouts, he can just ask Sister Feifei directly. However, what I tell him should be different from what he hears from others, right? Gu Jo secretly wondered, will he reply instantly?
When the alert sounded, Gu Jo almost jumped up.
Li Yuan: I know, it's so much fun.
Sigh, my inner young girl is coming out. I can't help feeling that this sentence is so endearing.
And this time is during the day, he should be working in that black and white office, unexpectedly he can reply instantly. Wow, so lucky.
Gu Jo: boss you are so warm, wu.
Li Yuan: Seeing this, a smile curved at the corner of his mouth, sweeping away all the previous uneasiness and bad emotions. Xiao Yi: Seeing this situation, finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Li Yuan: Go to bed early.
Gu Jo: Yes, boss, take care of your health.
After posting, Gu Jo twisted and turned in bed, such a restless girlish heart.
The next day, everyone decided to act collectively.
Gu Jo thought it's good this way, the division of labor can be more clear.
Sun Yan feels a bit awkward, and Ling Muyang doesn't really want to walk with her.
The smaller ones sell for three pounds, and the more delicate ones sell for five pounds. I didn't expect to make nearly a hundred pounds in half a day.
In addition to the money earned from street performances, Nanran held Le Xi's small bag and said to everyone in a clear and articulate manner, "Thank you for your hard work, comrades. With the support of the production team, as long as we don't eat for the next ten days, we will definitely make it through."
"Hahaha..." He amused himself.
"Ugh, just as I finished speaking, the mood is ruined. Not serious at all," Le Xi thought he was so childish.
"Anyway, now that we have money, why don't we go have some fun?" Le Xi asked everyone. After receiving unanimous agreement, Han Tao, acting as the guide, specially rented a sightseeing bus.
The car is parked in a square, and the men have all gotten out and don't know where to go.
"I'm a little thirsty, Yu Qiao, do you want a drink?" Le Xi sees a vendor selling drinks on the side of the road and is eager to buy.
"I don't drink beverages, can you help me buy a bottle of water?" Yu Qiao saw through her little scheme, but didn't expose it.
"Alright." Le Xi got the order and pulled Gu Jo to get off the car.
Le Xi takes advantage of the excitement to leave, and returns in disappointment. She pulls Gu Jo into the car, muttering to herself.
"A bottle of fruit wine costs 15 pounds. Oh my, Jojo, let's share it. I won't buy anything later. I'll just watch this group of racing pigeons come and go, and the whole afternoon will pass by." Le Xi mutters to herself, self-hypnotizing.
"It's okay, just bear with it. I see there's a lot of delicious food in the kitchen. I'll make some for you when we get back." Gu Jo took a big sip of wine, wrinkling his brow at the sour taste.
"Okay... I believe you."
Sun YanSitting in a corner, with an inscrutable expression.
Only returned to the ancient castle hotel in the evening, everyone was tired from playing.
Gu Jo I'm not sleepy at all. The hotel is by the sea, and as she wandered around, she ended up by the shore.
"The monsoon blows towards the sea, beyond the sky, do you think migratory birds don't know fatigue and just keep flying forward..."
Ling Muyang saw Gu Jo standing alone, watching the waves crash against the rocks. As he approached, he heard her singing a song.
"What are you singing?"
"It's an insert song from a drama that I like." Gu Jo saw him, but didn't feel surprised.
"What drama?" Ling Muyang asked.
"......"
"You wouldn't know even if I told you." Gu Jo can't possibly tell him the name of a TV show that doesn't exist in this world.
"How would you know if I don't say it?"
Gu Jo Speechless.
"In the drama... is there your idol?" Ling Muyang didn't even know what he was asking.
"Uh... used to be." At that time, I was quite into the male lead's looks.
"There are so many idols, huh."
"It's just the usual amount. I haven't taken a flight for them, haven't bought their new albums, haven't voted for them, and haven't gone to their fan meetings to ask for autographs. So are you jealous or something, saying something without any context?" Gu Jo can't figure out Ling Muyang's thoughts.
It's true, when I was in college, I was busy completing my courses and going to auditions for the drama club. I was always on the go, and my biggest pleasure was watching a few episodes of my favorite variety shows. Back then, I was busy but carefree. Now, thinking about it, it's really tiring.
For a moment, both of them fell silent.
Gu Jo cast his gaze towards the sea. The sound of the sea water hitting the beach echoed in his ears, along with a hint of the sea's briny scent.
As the night grew darker, the sky was clear, but unfortunately, not a single star could be seen. The sea water in front of him remained gentle even after the tide receded.
However, Ling Muyang's expression is a bit strange, Gu Jo thought.
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