The Rabbit Wants to Eat the Grass Next Door - 8

Chapter 8

Compared to the noisy room of Jian Yan, the villa opposite is much quieter.

He Yuan had just gotten up and was walking down the stairs with a yawn.

"Boss, you just woke up, but it's okay, Auntie made some ribs for you." Lin Mao said to him in front of the computer, supporting his head.

He Yuan gave a sound and walked into the kitchen to pour a glass of water. As soon as he took a sip of water from the cup, a man jumped up behind him.

"Boss! You are simply my reborn parents! I love you, love you, love you!"

"Pfft!" He Yuan spat out all the water on the counter.

"Boss, I saw that Weibo post you posted, and I was so touched!" Jian Boyi looked up to the sky and sighed.

He Yuan narrowed his eyes and said forbearingly, "Let go of me."

Jian Boyi obediently slipped aside, but his admiration did not stop, "Ah... I didn't expect you to be such a profound god. Don't worry, I will hang out with you from now on!"

He Yuan glanced at him suspiciously, "What's the matter with you all of a sudden?"

Jian Boyi had an "I understand you" expression, "Oh, I know you are thin-skinned, and you must have been a little shy when you posted that on Weibo."

I posted on Weibo?

He Yuan paused, his mind a little clearer after he had just woken up. It seemed that when he was half asleep in the morning, their manager Yang Dong went to his room, and he woke him up when he took his mobile phone.

What did Yang Dong say when he threw the pillow at him? Did he say "use your mobile phone to post a Weibo"?

He was so sleepy that he continued to sleep without even thinking about it after kicking the person out.

He Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he raised his feet and walked towards their manager sitting on the sofa, "Where's my cell phone."

Yang Dong raised his eyes and glanced at him, "It's on the table."

"Boss, here it is!" Jian Boyi handed it over to him in a very shameless manner.

He Yuan had some bad premonitions. He opened Weibo with a sullen face.

The information on Weibo was overwhelming. Of course, the first thing he saw was his pinned Weibo post. After taking a glance, He Yuan's face turned even darker.

"How about it? Did I write well? You see, all the black fans are gone." Yang Dong smiled and asked for credit.

"Good?" He Yuan sneered, "Is this the reason why you broke into my room in the morning to get my cell phone?"

Yang Dong said sarcastically, "It's not good for Brother Nine to let this matter ferment for a long time. I think you are too lazy to post it. Even if you do post something, it will only be a few words. If it has no effect, I still have to do it like this."

He Yuan looked at him, and Yang Dong coughed twice, "Uh, don't delete it, or it will be another sc*ndal."

Jian Boyi listened with confusion on his face, "What the h*ll, Brother Dong, did you post this on Weibo?"

The manager nodded, "Yes."

Jian Boyi looked at He Yuan with an indifferent expression, "Wow, I was moved in vain."

Lao Yao came out of the toilet and said while buckling his belt, "Naive, who is our Yuan Shen? Would he take this kind of emotional route? What a joke."

When passing by Jian Boyi, Lao Yao patted his shoulder and wiped his hands on his shoulder, "Young man, our Yuan Shen have always only used strength to speak!"

Jian Boyi snorted and glanced over his shoulder, "...have you washed your hands?"

Lao Yao thought for a while, "I guess not."

Jian Boyi flew forward and pounced, "F*ck you!"

He Yuan glanced at the two people entwined together and felt disgusted.

"Yuan, the Weibo post won't be deleted, right?" Yang Dong came over again and asked.

He Yuan didn't even look at him. He opened the game interface. After a while, he said "En" to Yang Dong, who was about to wither like a flower waiting.

This "En" sounded perfunctory and impatient, but Yang Dong breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that He Yuan was cold on the outside and hot on the inside. Although he said this Weibo post made him feel sick to his stomach, as the captain, he must protect the players.

This is also the reason why he dared to post this Weibo with his mobile phone.

Today, He Yuan is broadcasting live, and Jian Yan is sitting in front of the computer watching.

She opened the barrage, and today’s topic was all about the Weibo post in the morning. But the man in the picture still looked indifferent. He was playing games and turned a blind eye to the endless barrage.

"D*mn! Who the h*ll tore off my poster of Xiaoyan to pad the leg of the table!" In the originally calm live broadcast, a violent voice sounded.

The barrage was silent for a second, and then there was hemming and hawing:

"Maomao is truly in love with Jian Yan."

“Yuan Shen, just because you can be a monk yourself doesn't mean that the team members can also be monks. How can you use posters to pad the leg of the table?”

"Who are you calling a monk? Yuan Shen has Brother Nine."

……

"Is the admin here, ban that what's-his-name for me." He Yuan snorted and spat out two words, "filthy*."

*Filthy in Chinese is 污穢 (wū huì)

Jian Yan smiled and banned the person who said "Yuan Shen has Brother Nine". The ID "The Little Fox of the Yuan Shen Family" became the admin of the live broadcast room a few days ago, so she can ban anyone she wants now!

What He Yuan said now was exactly what she was thinking. Why does Yuan Shen have Brother Nine? Filthy!

Just after the ban, He Yuan said calmly, "Maomao put the poster on his door, and I got tired of seeing it. He said that I took the poster to pad the feet of the table. Am I so bored?"

Barrage:

"Hahahahahaha, on the door? Yuan Shen and Maomao's room are facing each other, right? So he can see Jian Yan's face every day when he opens the door."

"How does Yuan Shen feel when he sees the goddess every day?"

"66666"

……

"How do I feel?" Jian Yan saw the corners of He Yuan's lips seemed to curl up, but the words he said were very mean, "I'm tired of seeing it."

"…………"

"Tired of seeing it?" The person on the other end was stunned for two seconds, then jumped up from the chair, "You're telling me you're tired of seeing my beautiful face?!"

At night, Jian Yan knocked on the door opposite with a large box of cherries bought by Jian Heshu.

A minute later, someone opened the door.

"Why is it you?" Jian Yan looked at the man behind the door, a little surprised.

"What's wrong with me?" He Yuan lowered his eyes and looked at the thing she was holding, and asked, "What is that?"

Jian Yan remembered what someone said to her during the live broadcast in the afternoon, so she glared at him and without saying a word, she squeezed in through the gap between him and the door.

He Yuan, "..."

"Ah, Xiaoyan is here." Lin Mao and the other four were playing games, which is why He Yuan came to open the door.

"Sit down." He Yuan glared at Lin Mao, who was so excited he was almost flying off his seat.

Lin Mao didn't dare to make a mistake in front of He Yuan, so he could only say in a pitiful manner, "Xiaoyan, wait for me, my game will be over soon."

"You go about your business, I'm just dropping you some fruit." She simply put a box of fruit on the table, "I just bought this today, it's very fresh."

"Good good good, you are so considerate!"

Jian Boyi said, "You've given it away, so wash some out for me to eat."

Jian Yan rolled her eyes. She wanted to say something but was distracted by the crumpled poster on the table.

The person in that poster is her... Oh, this is probably the poster that was posted on the door opposite He Yuan, and someone used it to pad the table leg.

A few minutes later, Jian Yan simply took a plate of cherries and served it to the four people playing. From left to right, starting with Lin Mao, she passed them one by one.

He Yuan was sitting in the middle, so after Lao Yao freed one hand to take one, it was his turn. He Yuan's game hadn't started yet. He leaned on the back of his chair and stretched out his hand to take one to eat.

Jian Yan had quick eyes and quick hands. When He Yuan hand was about to touch a certain red cherry the fruit plate perfectly avoided him, drew an arc, and landed next to Jian Boyi.

Jian Boyi randomly took a few and stuffed them into his mouth, then went back to playing games while cursing. He Yuan's hand paused in the air, and his eyes finally moved from the computer screen to Jian Yan's face.

The latter seemed not to notice his gaze at all, looking at Hang Wenjie's computer screen "intently".

"I was targeted by the opponents in this game, I'm having a bad day." Hang Wenjie said angrily.

Jian Yan nodded absentmindedly on the side, she knew that He Yuan was looking at her, although it was only for a moment, but that cold look still made her feel like she was on pins and needles!

Jian Yan: What are you looking at? I’m not giving you cherries after saying you’re tired of me!

Later, He Yuan was supposed to play a game but all of a sudden they can't find him. Jian Yan chatted with a few people in the room and then went home.

After leaving the door, Jian Yan turned around and helped close the door.

When she turned around...

"Ahhh!"

At some point, a person walked up behind her, and Jian Yan bumped into him solidly, taking a violent step backward.

"Thud." There was a very soft muffled sound, the back of the man's hand and the door lightly collided, and his palm, protected her head from hitting the door.

"Have you seen a ghost?" He Yuan pulled his hand down, and the cigarette he held in his other hand was moved further away.

Jian Yan raised her eyes and stared blankly for two seconds, "You sneaked out to smoke."

He Yuan sneered, his brows and eyes full of ruthlessness, "Sneak? Do I have to sneak around when I smoke?"

"Then why are you standing behind me all of a sudden?"

"I just came back from buying cigarettes from the convenience store." He Yuan looked down at her, teasingly, "I want to go back to my place, not stand behind you."

Jian Yan pursed her lips and had nothing to say.

"Move."

Jian Yan stood to the side.

He Yuan put his hand on the doorknob, and when he was about to push the door open, he suddenly heard the little girl standing next to him say, "Yuan Shen, do I look unbearable?"

"Huh?" He Yuan paused and turned to look at her.

Jian Yan bravely asked, "Am I so unbearable?"

He Yuan narrowed his eyes, a bit puzzled, "Why are you asking me this?"

Jian Yan had a mouthful of air stuck in her throat, she looked at the man in front of her with a nonchalant look, and suddenly felt a little funny.

"That's right, you like men. It's normal to get tired of looking at women."

Jian Yan suddenly brightened up, why did she forget about this?

Since He Yuan was bent, why did she feel aggrieved because he was tired of seeing her?!