"Cough, cough, cough..." Qi Ye almost choked, and then searched for a popular innocent little female star. "Then you look at this? The popular little star people call the national fairy."
Feng Yulin was probably in a good mood. At that moment, he was especially cooperative with Qi Ye. He looked at the girl on his phone and frowned. "She looks dirty."
She was already a very innocent celebrity!
Qi Ye had no choice but to search for a few more beautiful ones. "What about this one..."
Feng Yulin took a look and said in disgust, "Ugly."
"What about this one?"
"If the real person gets close to me, she might die."
"..." Qi Ye looked at the picture. She was wearing a black halter dress. She looked very charming.
He did not give up. He searched for a few young and handsome boys. They were about the same age as Ling Jue, and their looks were not bad either.
"Master, this is the last time. How do you feel about these guys?"
Feng Yulin's eyes darkened. "So ugly, so dirty."
Qi Ye put away his phone, feeling a little helpless. "Master, you really only have feelings for Ling Jue."
Sigh, master, actually, Qi Ye wanted to say that if you can change a person, then change a person.
Ling Jue seemed to be an ordinary person. He seemed to be straight.
"Master, if Ling Jue likes women... You..." Wouldn't your good intentions go down the drain?
Qi Ye really did not have the heart to say it out loud. How many years of hardship had he gone through to get to where he was today?
If he was gay, then so be it. But what if the person he liked did not like him?
Feng Yulin's face suddenly darkened when he heard that.
That's right, Ling Jue had a girlfriend.
Feng Yulin took out his phone and opened Weibo to search for the Weibo post that claimed to be Ling Jue's girlfriend.
[Tang Yuan V587]
"Investigate this person and find out everything about her!"
Feng Yulin's tone was exceptionally cold, and the temperature around him dropped by a few degrees.
Qi Ye's expression turned serious as he nodded. "Yes!"
This person was actually master's love rival. He looked at the profile picture and saw a clueless girl. He had no idea which anime it was from.
This little girl really had to be Ling Jue's girlfriend. Sigh.
On the other hand, Feng Yulin was looking at her Weibo. The more he looked at it, the colder his expression became.
[As expected, the one who loves me the most is still you...]
The accompanying picture was a picture of a bathroom. He could vaguely see a figure in it.
Feng Yulin gripped his phone tightly. Ling Jue had actually brought his girlfriend back to his dorm!
There were also the following pictures. The picture of the dinner party, and Ling Jue's slender hands.
All kinds of displays of affection...
Feng Yulin's eyes were filled with ruthlessness. Ling Jue was actually living with his girlfriend. Eating together, sleeping together!
He suddenly felt like killing someone!
"Master, don't like Ling Jue anymore. Look at this..." Qi Ye gulped and showed him the latest Weibo post of [Tang Yuan V587].
[Wa wa wa! I'm so happy! When I woke up, my boyfriend bought me so many snacks. I'm so happy! And they all taste great! Wa!]
The accompanying picture was a bag of snacks that Ling Jue took away just now.
It was filled with a bag of chocolate with all kinds of flavors.
Feng Yulin's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. He gripped his phone tightly and stared at the Weibo post.
In just a short while, hundreds of posts had been forwarded. Many people were envious of this little girl for having such a handsome and warm boyfriend.
[This is from overseas, right? I've seen the same brand before. It's especially expensive. That chocolate is worth more than a thousand yuan for a small piece.]
[Quietly tell the blogger that the wine heart chocolate is especially delicious! Ahhh!]
[Blogger, your boyfriend is really nice to you.]
[...]
Feng Yulin cracked the egg open and thought Ling Jue was inside. Then, there was a tang yuan eating the snacks he gave Ling Jue... ... ha-ha-ha ! !
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