The Director of Music Department

Usually when chatting, there are two situations that are the most tangled and depressing.

The first one is that you can't read it back!

There are usually two possibilities for not being read back, especially when chatting, one is the end of the chat, such as 886, good night and the like.

The other is ignored!

Or the person walks away. In the first case, it is better, but in the second case, it is often very depressing, especially when the other party is someone you care about.

Of course, there is another situation where the other party is typing.

In Wang Yifan's previous life, when discussing this topic with his friends, everyone came to a conclusion unanimously.

If you chat with someone you like, the biggest expectation is the prompt in the chat dialog box that "the other party is typing." Because you don't know what the next sentence is waiting for you.

But when he knows that you will miss him (her), does he happen to miss you too.

So, I can't wait to know his next sentence, and I have no mood to do other things at all.

Of course Zhang Zirong is no longer a little girl. On the contrary, she is already in her thirties, and she is in the most sensitive period of a woman.

Except for the initial ignorant admiration, Zhang Zirong's love history is actually blank, so she is a little like a little girl at this time, a little nervous, a little anxiously waiting for Wang Yifan's reply.

She actually wanted to edit a paragraph just now, but after seeing Wang Yifan's being typed, she directly deleted one after another.

He stayed in the blank input box for a long time, waiting for his reply with great anticipation.

In fact, in love, there are usually many small routines, afraid that you will not be enthusiastic enough, and I will be too proactive.

Because you are in the input, we have the capital to play hard to get, and we can continue to play with you the careful tricks of wanting to talk, and wanting to refuse.

Wait until one party wants to stop, and then seize the opportunity to give you an answer.

But why didn't you press the send button for a long time?

Zhang Zirong may not understand these routines at this moment, but Wang Yifan does.

In fact, after seeing Zhang Zirong's message, Wang Yifan felt flattered by the two consecutive invitations, but he was still waiting, waiting for the last chance.

He has been stuck in the input, edited and deleted, deleted and re-edited.

One minute passed, two minutes passed, and Wang Yifan did not send the answer for a long time.

Then, another message came from Zhang Zirong: "Good night!"

Wang Yifan sighed, the so-called most difficult to bear the grace of a beauty, this is how he feels at this moment.

If at this time, he still doesn't understand Zhang Zirong's affection, then he is an orphan, but he is obviously not.

So, he picked up his phone and turned off the WeChat chat.

Then he stood up, took the snacks brought by the assistant, and then opened the door and walked out.

At the same time, Zhang Zirong was looking at the phone screen in disappointment, sighed, and put down the phone.

She touched her cheek and sighed secretly: "Maybe he really..."

"Hey, where did your bluntness go? Why are you worrying about gains and losses at this moment?" Zhang Zirong murmured to himself.

But Wang Yifan had already made a decision at this time, perhaps he had his own destiny in the dark.

That being the case, why should I be so entangled? She has already taken the initiative twice, man, it is the right thing to do.

So, he came to Zhang Zirong's door.

Ding dong!

The doorbell rang outside Zhang Zirong's room door.

She stood up abruptly, ran to the door with bare feet, and looked out through the peephole above the door.

It's him!

Suddenly Zhang Zirong's cheeks became hot, she reached out and fanned her cheeks, as if this could remove some of the heat.

Then, she took a deep breath and opened the door.

"Why are you here?" Zhang Zirong didn't know why he suddenly asked.

"Didn't you say that if you eat alone and no one will share it, even the most delicious food will lose some of its flavor? Here, I think so too. Don't you welcome it?" Wang Yifan said with a smile, looking at Zhang Zirong.

Just after taking a shower, Zhang Zirong, whose hair hadn't been blown yet, was barefoot and wrapped in a bathrobe, which made Wang Yifan swallow his saliva.

Fortunately, Zhang Zirong didn't seem to notice this either.

She turned sideways and said with a smile, "Come in."

When Wang Yifan walked past her, he smelled a unique fragrance after bathing, and he closed the door by the way.

Zhang Zirong turned and walked into the room, followed by Wang Yifan.

After sitting down, Wang Yifan finally couldn't help but said, "Ahem, why don't you go change your clothes?"

"Ah?" Zhang Zirong remembered that he was only wrapped in a bathrobe. Would he think I was too casual?

But, if it wasn't for you, I wouldn't even be able to open the door.

But Zhang Zirong is Zhang Zirong, since Wang Yifan is here, why should she be embarrassed.

"No need!" Zhang Zirong stretched out his hand to brush away some wet hair, and looked at Wang Yifan with watery eyes.

You're here anyway, aren't you?

"Would you like to dry your hair for you?" Wang Yifan asked with a smile.

Now it was Zhang Zirong's turn to blushed, nodded and said, "Okay."

"The hair dryer is over there!" Zhang Zirong pointed to a pink hair dryer on the table not far away.

Wang Yifan stood up, walked over, and picked up the hair dryer.

Then, he walked behind Zhang Zirong and began to dry her hair.

Just because Zhang Zirong was sitting, because Wang Yifan was standing, and because she was only wrapped in a bathrobe, Wang Yifan saw a scene he shouldn't have seen.

"Woooo..." The only sound in the room was the sound of the hair dryer.

Zhang Zirong's hair is very black and dense, very smooth, but it's normal when you think about it, she should take care of her long hair a lot.

In this fast-paced era, people get acquainted quickly, fall in love with a few words, and fall in love with each other when they disagree.

Fewer and fewer people are willing to visit your circle of friends, and more and more people are coveting the love of the past like dewy love.

Perhaps looking at the circle of friends is not a big contribution, but it is the most quietly waiting by one person.

If there is a person who does not want to miss any of your updates, then she must really want to know your preferences, walk into your heart, and participate in your life.

This is the conclusion Wang Yifan came to when he was chatting with his old friends. In fact, if Wang Yifan is the kind of person who greedy for pleasure, then in his capacity, what kind of girl does he not have?

But he doesn't want to.

What he hopes is the kind that can make each other completely belong to each other.

After drying her hair, Zhang Zirong casually tied it with a rubber band.

Then the two started eating.

It is true that in many cases, when eating alone, no matter how delicious it is, it will feel less flavorful, but if someone shares it together, it will be different.

Suddenly, Zhang Zirong stood up, went to the wine cabinet in the hotel suite, and took out a bottle of red wine.

"Drink some?" Zhang Zirong's face was a little rosy, picked up the bottle and shook it at Wang Yifan.

"OK!"

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