Ya Er ate her breakfast while laughing. From now on, she’d have to wake him every day; one day, she might forget her resentment.
“Are you done eating or not? You’re unbearable.” Ye Feng felt a bit awkward due to his behavior. “Stop laughing!”
“I’m done, Ye Feng.” Since last night, he had stopped calling her “sister.”
“Be careful on the road, brother.” She said this with a hint of mockery.
“Send me off.” She had no choice but to walk him to his car and then to the door.
“Can I have a goodbye kiss?” He rolled down the car window and stuck his head out.
“Keep dreaming.” Ye Feng pointed at his forehead. Something flashed before her eyes.
“What happened?” She looked up, having just heard the sound of a camera.
“Definitely those paparazzi.” Ya-ye laughed nonchalantly. “I’m out of here.”
Shanben Yidan, a photographer known for secretly capturing celebrities’ private photos, hadn’t been in the news recently. Indeed, he had another lover.
That afternoon, the entertainment sections of major newspapers published this photo, using it as the headline. “Ya-ye’s Latest Love Interest.” “Mysterious Lover Revealed.” “Popular Singer Ya-ye — The Nth Love Object.”
“Ha-ha.” From the moment he got the newspaper, Ya-ye couldn’t suppress his laughter. They thought Feng Feng was my lover. Are we really a match? I’m so excited that someone actually pairs us together for the first time!
“Why is he laughing like this?” Bing-shi Qing-jing looked at Ya-ye, who was laughing uncontrollably in the corner. “Even if it were true, there’s no need to be so happy.”
“Of course, it’s funny, Feng Feng is his sister.” Even the old and honest Tian Zhongwen couldn’t guess Ya-ye’s thoughts.
Qing-jing sighed, he really is quite slow!
Zhong Zaiqian’s face was gloomy, understanding the situation. Ya-ye, have you fallen for your own sister?
Limu Chun and Zhu Nei Zheng-xu had just gotten out of the car when a swarm of reporters rushed towards them.
“Miss Limu, you are Feng’s agent, can you tell us about Ya-ye’s lover?”
“Mr. Zhu, you must know something too, right?”
“Sorry, we have nothing to say.” Chun, pulling Zheng-xu, struggled to escape into the company. There were guards at the door, so the reporters didn’t dare to forcefully barge in.
