The E-Sports Circle’s Toxic Assembly Camp - Chapter 23

Lin Yan sat on the sofa, instinctively wanting to (touch Mo) another cigarette, but finally paused for a while, and took two sips from the drinking glass next to him.

He began to think about what happened before (fa).

The handwriting of the word “service” is too close (kissing), and it is almost certainly entirely from the same person.

So he wasn’t dreaming at the time. The man he caught at the entrance of the bar after being drunk was really Jing Yuanzhou?

And that night, they went to the hotel to open a room together.

Although in his dream, his decision to administer titans remains to be verified, it is not difficult to see from the service fee of the last dime placed on the table that it is absolutely impossible to give birth to nothing.

And the most important thing is that after adding friends the next day, he actually regarded Jing Yuanzhou as a virtual boyfriend clerk and complained severely about the previous incident.

Thinking of this, Lin Yan couldn’t help but lowered his head and buried his face deeply in his fingertips: Fuck cao)?”

What did he say at the time? “I have a friend”!

However, Jing Yuanzhou actually saw through and left him in the air.

Looking back now, it is almost conceivable that a man is smiling and joking at the corner of his mobile phone. So afterwards, I asked about the behavior of a dime scumbag again, and it seemed to be full of strong provocations.

Lin Yan said that he was not feeling well at this time, but he probably felt that he had fed the dog sincerely.

When Jing Yuanzhou came back with breakfast, he found that the door of the room was vacant. He opened the door and came in. At a glance, he saw Lin Yan sitting in front of the sofa with an unclear look.

A hint of consternation flashed between his eyebrows, he changed his slippers and walked in, put the breakfast on the table in front of him, and guessed naturally: “This is, quarreling with the housekeeper?”

Lin Yan glanced at him silently, did not speak, opened the bag to take a bun, and took a bite to his mouth.

Then, with a blank face, he unlocked the phone on the table.

Jing Yuanzhou’s gaze followed this movement, and at a glance he saw the three familiar characters on the photo on the screen lit up.

After looking at the piece of paper next to him, he suddenly understood.

The unexpected fall of the horse made him slightly surprised.

Lin Yan had already eaten the buns in a blink of an eye, licked the corners of his lips lightly with the tip of his tongue, and said in a light tone: “I remember, the Jing team seems to be paying attention to my progress in finding a dime scumbag?”

After finishing speaking, before Jing Yuanzhou could speak, he picked up his eyelashes with a smile: “I think, now it seems, I have found it.”

When the words fell, there was a long silence around, and the breeze blowing in from the window made the curtain faintly shake twice.

Jing Yuanzhou cleared his throat under the gaze of such a scrutiny: “Really, that’s great.”

He opened a can of Niu (Milk Nai), took a sip in his mouth, and smiled, “I’ve been thinking about how I should tell you.”

In a few words, he admitted that he was profitable.

If you don’t understand this man too much, just listen to the relief in this tone, I am afraid you will really believe such a nonsense.