Ji Mingzhu seemed to be crazy, and she stared at the screen blankly until the light on it went out.

She pressed her fingertips and then unlocked it neatly.

She had never flipped over Jiang Ji's phone before, but once she was charging her phone. She looked at Jiang Ji's phone screen curiously, but Jiang Ji didn't stop him, so she knew the password. Four 8, for fear that others would not guess.

At that time, when he was sighing that capitalists like Jiang Ji and the serious nobleman also had to set passwords by relying on the homophonic "8888" to make the password, Ji Mingzhu also discussed this topic with him.

only.........

At that time, Jiang Ji looked at her steadily, without explanation or refuting, as if he had made a pity.

She opened the screen and directly clicked on Jiang Ji's Weibo.

There are only one follower, there are very few fans, and the original avatar.

The most important thing is not this. When Ji Mingzhu's eyes were frozen on Eddie's name on Weibo's homepage, she was completely stunned.

Clear and clear.

——jjabcdefg8888.

Ji Mingzhu:?

“…………”

who???

Is there anything wrong? Can it work?

Ji Mingzhu turned into cigarettes and her bones turned into ashes, and she would not be unable to remember this account.

It is precisely because of the garbled letters, the original avatar, and the breath of zombie accounts everywhere that she persists in posting "." under each comment—

It was so deeply imprinted in my mind that it could not be removed.

Sometimes she even debates with her little fans whether she can call out the title "wife".

At that time, Ji Mingzhu only felt that someone's navy was quite dedicated.

Have you ever thought......

All the previous things finally tangled together at this moment and turned back to the origin.

So this account is Jiang Ji!

In other words, he has been closely following her account since a long time ago.

Ji Mingzhu remembered the content posted on her Weibo. In addition to vlog recording, she also had some chicken soup, small complaints, and small complaints in life...

If Jiang Ji was careful, he wouldn't be unable to see it.

Ji Mingzhu bit her lip and then clicked on Jiang Ji's Weibo main interface to see.

The time I registered on Weibo was almost the same as hers, and most of the reposts were hers.

......

When Jiang Ji walked out of the kitchen, Ji Mingzhu sat cross-legged on the sofa, her face slightly solemn.

The tip of the eyebrows was slightly frowning, as if he was thinking about something.

He took a few steps, came to her, and grabbed her face.

"What's wrong? This is?"

Jiang Ji's fingertips were a little warm and warmed by the kitchen. When he was twisted like this, Ji Mingzhu felt a little painful and raised her hand to pat off his hand.

She raised her phone at him, "Give you a minute, you can explain."

"What to explain?" Jiang Ji raised his eyebrows, not very understandable.

"Weibo." Ji Mingzhu rubbed his leg with her toes, "Jiang Ji, I have said a long time ago, how much more do you have to hide from me!"

This stuffy gourd...the stuffy oil bottle...

He actually had anything to do with this, and he hadn't mentioned it in half.

Could it be that she has never noticed that he has been doing so silently, without asking for understanding, without asking for rewards, without asking for other people's responses?

Seeing him silent, Ji Mingzhu spoke again, "I accidentally saw it today. Not only did you follow me on Weibo, but you also followed me very much."

Ji Mingzhu stood up from the sofa with her hands, licked his neck with her hands, and approached her, "Quickly, explain!"

Since she talked about Weibo, Jiang Ji looked very secretive. When she was held close to her like this, she changed her look to her teeth.

Ji Mingzhu was like pinching a sally chicken, repeatedly pinching his mouth up and down, and then letting go, "Say or not, do you say or not."

"There's nothing to say, just what you see."

There is nothing to say...?

It turns out that he still accidentally met him, paid attention to him, and then he accidentally paid special attention again!

"I won't ask, are you going to never say it?" Ji Mingzhu confirmed it and then stretched out her hand and patted him on the face, "Young Master Jiang?"

Actually, it’s not that Ji Mingzhu thinks this way.

Early on, when she was determined, she thought about telling Jiang Ji about her Weibo account and letting him follow him.

But when she was interrupted, she forgot about this matter later.

Thinking about it carefully, Jiang Ji watched her filming every day, and even couldn't ask, or was curious.

Never ask her what she was shooting, how she was shooting, and where the content of the shooting was transmitted.

It turns out that it is because...

He had known and paid attention to it for a long time.

After listening to Ji Mingzhu's repeated inquiries, Jiang Ji's eyes were pitch black, as quiet as a sea, as silent and deep as himself.

Many times, he is not very good at expressing himself, just like when the two were just pinned by their parents and lived together...

Jiang Ji really didn't know how to communicate with her.

Under the misunderstanding of high school, he wanted to pay attention to her, but he did not dare to show too much, which caused her displeasure.

When I couldn't help it, I still did things for her silently.

He was used to this and did not say anything. Because of this, she would accept it.

During that time, Jiang Ji was willing and tormented by Park Hyatt.

The undercurrents are surging, and the two intertwined and hidden under the tranquility.

Although Ji Mingzhu has not heard from him in full about Jiang Ji's thoughts, she can understand a lot of them.

People who are both consenting and willing can best communicate with each other's perceptions and feelings.

Moreover, her eyes can always see everything. Jiang Jiyu has long been inseparable from her relationship.

It's like a sandwich cheese biscuit, it's broken and eaten, but it's still pulled and wrapped around, and can't be separated.

Jiang Ji stared at her for a while, "What do you want me to say?"

"Say what I want to hear." Ji Mingzhu blew at him.

His forehead pressed against hers, and his voice fell down, "Say...I have coveted you for a long time?"

Ji Mingzhu smiled, "Well, I love hearing this sentence."

The two of them were like mandarin ducks crossing their necks, one stood on the floor and the other stood on the sofa.

"Then you covet me for so long, sometimes you can't help it, will you feel uncomfortable?"

Ji Mingzhu was decisive and neat and went abroad directly. At the beginning, she felt very uncomfortable.

But after being young and frivolous, immature, and after staying outside for a long time, the discomfort faded a lot.

Time will always heal everything, but as long as there is a chance to come back.

Will be moved again,

"It will be uncomfortable." Jiang Jiying was earnest, "But you don't know that such discomfort will always bring a little joy."

Compared with the discomfort that is pressed by mountains, even the vague moment of joy is a catalyst for people to fall into it.

"Hmph, then you are the little prince of love words now." Ji Mingzhu complained to Lian Tang a few days ago, saying that Jiang Ji is simply an "encyclopedia of slut" and that he really looks so indifferent, and he is so crazy in private.

After a long period of impotence, it is really unbearable.

At that time, Lian Tang asked her curiously how she was crazy, but Ji Mingzhu vaguely passed by.

......How to be crazy?

Sometimes when you get excited, the silver square box can be used up in one night. If you are a little more excited, it will be broken and replaced.

Thinking of this, Ji Mingzhu's legs couldn't stand it and she was soft for a moment.

Fortunately, she quickly returned to normal.

I don’t know how long it took, but her confusion suddenly sounded in the living room. Ji Mingzhu was obviously still struggling with the previous topic on Weibo.

"But Jiang Ji, I almost didn't inform anyone on Weibo, and it happened a long time ago. Why can you come here immediately? Are you a radar?"
To be continued...