Good Morning, Miss Ghost

Mo Zhen stared at the Godzilla's head for three seconds, and clicked into Weibo, which was not Dali.

Tong Liyan's Weibo has been updated, and the update date is still today.

"Discharged, thank you for your concern. :)"

Attached below is a selfie taken at the hospital entrance.

The person in the photo was wearing a light brown horn button coat with a beige scarf around his neck. His hair might have been cut at the hospital, and the curled up small wave was gone , Became a real black long straight. In the winter, the sun was shining on her, but the whole picture looked warm.

Only Li Yan's pose is still V.

Mo Mozhen couldn't help laughing, this silly look was exactly the same as Ayao.

微 There have been dozens of comments on this Weibo. Mo Zhen opened the comments and found that more than half of them were male students asking her warmly.

Ha ha.

注册 He registered a trumpet, filled his personal information with Li Yan's University, and posted a comment.

"Just discharged, take good care of yourself. :)"

Tong Liyan looked at a new comment popping up in doubt, who is this man who eats pears?

Although the introduction is my own alumni, this is clearly a new account that has just been registered.

"唔 ..." Li Yan thought for a moment, clicked the small text next to it, and replied: "Thank you [laughs]"

人 This person doesn't look like a bad person, the smiley face that imitates himself is still stupid.

此时 At this time, Mo Tianwang on the other side of the computer was already in full bloom.

Although there were dozens of comments on Qi Liyan, she only responded to her own.

He feels that he is still very attractive, even the trumpet can't hide his charm from the inside out.

He refreshed the comment again, and found that Li Yan responded to his own comment, and a new comment appeared.

"Yanyan, don't just reply to strange people."

The corner of Meng Mozhen's mouth was drawn. He knew this Weibo, and it was Xiang Yunze.

He really wanted to blacken Yunze immediately! Where is he strange? He was at least suspicious!

接着 He then refreshed, but as a result, Li Yan's reply was not brushed out, but Chen Qingyang was brushed out: ":) ← I will use this kind of smiley face, which is usually strange."

Mo Mozhen: "..."

The ravioli is very good, the boiled lemon will never be dark together without explanation.

Chen Qingyang was never black by his own male **** without his knowledge at all.

点 # 点 蜡 #

Mo Mozhen continued F5, Li Yan's reply finally jumped out.

Is Dali not vigorously responding to boiled lemon V: [bye]

Looking at the smile and waving expression, Mo Zhen's heart was finally relieved.

起 He got up on the second floor, took a shower, changed a brand new white shirt, and then blew his hair very flowingly. He walked to the mirror and prepared to take a selfie to himself.

He was about to press the shutter, he lowered his phone again, walked to the closet, took out a black tie, tied it loosely around his neck, and untied the two buttons on the neckline. After looking at himself in the mirror several times, Mo Zhen finally pressed the shutter with satisfaction.

Looking at his picture, Mo Zhen thought about it and sent it to Tang Qiang first: "Am I still handsome?"

Tong Tangqiang: "..."

This is provocation, Hongguo's provocation!

He returned a smile and waved to Mo Zhen, and then shut down the machine decisively.

Mo Mozhen ignored the corner of his mouth, he knew that Tang Qiang must be jealous of his beauty.

Posted the photo on Weibo, and Mo Zhen also edited a paragraph: "I have been busy recording the album recently, the title song has been written, so stay tuned. :)"

The last smiley face was intentionally added by him, and he just wanted to prove that it would not only be a strange man, but also a beautiful man like him.

Now is the peak period of Internet access. Mo Zhen's Weibo has stood out from the millions of Weibo posts and has become the focus of much attention.

"Wow, the male goddess of the trough exploded! Who will save my blood trough QAQ"

"There is a kind of unbuttoning, there is a kind of you take off !!!"

"It's a crime to be so **** in the big night !! I've been angry!"

"You all went to see the photos, only I noticed that smiley face !!! Meng Meng Da! :)"

I noticed that she was not the only one who smiled, because Chen Qingyang also noticed. She retweeted Mo Zhen's Weibo, and uttered a message from her heart: "I want to apologize to the strange Shushu of the world, I misunderstood you. :)"

Mo Mozhen watched his Weibo retweets and comments keep going crazy, but he was not happy.

Because Li Yan's Weibo did not respond.

Refreshed the page in five points, and Li Yan's Weibo finally got moving.

`` So handsome = 3 = ''

The corner of Mo Mozhen's mouth could not help rising.

The goal was achieved, and someone with great vanity hummed the song, picked up the phone on the table, and took a picture of himself. Looking at the corner of his mouth that was so tall, he suddenly felt like ... a little funny.

He turned off Weibo with anger and Mo Zhen fell on the sofa and looked at the high ceiling in a daze.

Li Yan is still wandering online. After rippling with Mo Zhen's photos for three minutes, she quit Weibo and clicked into a place called Cape Forum-this is also when she was searching for Mo Zhen. Come out of the results.

Many forums were divided into the Erhaijiao Forum. Li Yan looked around, and finally clicked into entertainment gossip.

At least half of the posts on the front page were about Mo Zhen. Li Yan's gaze swept across them, and at the end of the first page, he found a post called "Finding Sadako".

She had heard of Hazelnut. It was Mo Yan ’s nickname for his fans, but Sadako ... Is it the heroine of the midnight fierce bell?

She went in and looked curiously. The main building only wrote the two letters RT, and the top floor below was also friendly.

She's even more curious. Who is this Sadako? Why are you looking for her?

She slides to the bottom of the page and wants to post a reply, but finds that only registered users can reply. With a short snoring, Li Yan looked at the registration in the upper right corner, and the ghost instructed him to sign down next to it.

Shun entered the word "Sadako" in the username field, but what should the password be?

123456789, press Enter.

Landed successfully.

Tong Liyan: "..."

This is really a wonderful world.

Slide to the bottom of the page again, and enter a sentence shamelessly in the reply box.

做 什么 What are you asking me to do? :)

Tong Liyan is a typical one-click breakaway. After posting this sentence, I cross the post and return to the home page. During this period of her post, another post on the front page has become popular.

福利 Late night benefits! !! Please prepare paper towels again! !! !! !!

Wow, it looks very exciting. Li Yan blinked quickly, confirming that she had a brand new pack of paper towels on hand, and entered solemnly.

帖子 This post is the Weibo that Mo Zhen just carried. When I saw the selfie again, Li Yan still had the urge to take off his clothes. To prove that she was not alone, she opened her eyes and looked at the reply below.

"This photo is enough for my husband for one year, and one book is satisfying [猥 笑笑]"

等等 "Wait, I want to wipe the screen with a tissue."

"I want to tear that shirt off!"

"Take off your top! Take it off! 嗷 oh ~~~~"

【"[Highlight] Sadako appeared in the building next door !!! She also made a smile like Hazelnut!"

Li Yan's sudden jump out of this floor made Li Yan bewildered, and she just remembered the good thing she had just done, and returned with a restless look.

因为 Because of the appearance of Sadako, there is a tendency to turn pages. Everyone kept asking her where she had been during this time. In the end, was she an assistant to King Mo Tian.

Mo Mozhen's assistant? Li Yan was a bit scared. It turned out that this man named Sadako was so bullish? Suddenly she felt a bit stressed, so she should not pretend to be a celebrity.

I quit the forum, Li Yan took a bath and lay on the bed, but she always felt that her mood was surging. As for why it was surging, she couldn't tell.

激动 Is it because I was finally discharged, so a little excited?

Pick up the phone on the bed, Li Yan boarded Weibo again, and wanted to see if Mo Zhen had a new Weibo. Mo Zhen did not update his Weibo, but he did have a new comment.

good night.

I do n’t know why, these two simple words made her heart beat.

看着 She looked at the person who didn't even have an avatar and rolled over on the bed. Who is this man named Pear Eater?

Tong Liyan held her mobile phone for three seconds, then responded, "Good night."

The following days continued to live unhurriedly, Li Yan's body improved every day, and the number of rehabilitation visits to the hospital was reduced to once a week, and the time has quietly reached the last day of the year.

的 On the last day of each year, people can always be emotional, or sad or sad, or think about life. Li Yan is also thinking about what should be eaten tonight.

"Pippi Pipikachu!"

The text message interrupted Li Yan's thoughts. She picked up her mobile phone and glanced at it. It was a message from Li Xiao: "Sorry, something happened tonight and I won't go to dinner with you."

Tong Liyan stared at the message for a while before replying, "Oh."

I put down my phone and decided to eat hot pot at night.

The New Year's Eve party at the end of the next year is the most important meal for most audiences, and Li Yan's dinner is the same. Kai Huang will host a New Year's Eve concert at the end of each year. Mo Zhen, as the king's trump card, always plays the finale. Tickets for the concert will be issued on Kay's official website, and only those who are selected can buy tickets to enter the venue.

清 Chen Qingyang registers every year and then loses each year.

This year is no exception.

Sitting on the sofa in the living room, watching Mo Zhen singing on TV, Chen Qingyang sighed for the 78th time: "Strongly, do you say I was cursed?"

"Four." Li Yan swallowed the shrimp dumplings in his mouth and perfunctory Chen Qingyang.

Chen Qingyang hated watching her ironically: "Strongly, what do you say besides eating?"

"She will still slap people." The answer was her poop. She was studying abroad and just returned home yesterday, and was honored to catch up with the dinner.

After listening to the poop, Chen Qingyang pursed his lips and stopped. Dali's nickname is not vain, but it's a sturdy female paper that can be used to remove the bedroom door with bare hands.

"Oh, unfortunately Cuihua can't come, so I said that a woman can't get married so early!" Then she picked up a thousand layers of chopsticks from the red-cooked pot, put it in the oil dish in front of herself, and wrapped it up. The ground was fed into his mouth.

Her words made Li Yan subconsciously bite the chopsticks in her mouth, marry the three people in the bedroom, get married, study in graduate school, and publish a book. It seems she is the only one who can do nothing.

Suddenly a little sadness in Li's heart, Li Yan bit the chopsticks in her mouth again, and Mo Zhen on the stage had finished singing and started counting down.

Chen Qingyang followed Mo Zhen's countdown with excitement. Li Yan looked at the people on the screen. She had never seen him, but felt that his eyebrows, the corners of his lips, and his smirk all seemed to be carved into his own. Like the bones, terribly familiar.

After the countdown of ten seconds was completed, colorful balloons were dropped at the concert site, and screams were shaking in the air. Chen Qingyang was almost rushing into the TV.

"happy New Year--"

Even in such a bad environment, Mo Zhen's voice came through clearly.

The gloom just now suddenly swept away at this moment, Li Yan looked at the people on the screen, and his mouth could not help rising.

happy New Year.