Good Morning, Miss Ghost

"So until March and April, the weather is not cold or hot, and your body is almost recovered, let's go to Goreme!" Chen Qingyang stood by the bed, the cold wind infiltrated through the window with a slit and brought it up. A few bangs on her forehead.

Tong Liyan sitting on the bed with her arms raised, this is a simple rehabilitation method taught by Dr. Fang: "Greme? Haven't we been there?"

兴奋 The excited expression on Chen Qingyang's face froze a bit. Although Dali has been awake for a week, the inspection report also said that there were no problems with her body's functions, but why did she always feel that Dali was abnormal?

She reached out her right hand and touched Li Yan's forehead: "Strong, haven't you got a fever?"

Tong Liyan flattened her mouth and let go of Chen Qingyang's hand: "I always feel like I have a long dream."

梦 "Dream?" Chen Qingyang blinked and sat down beside the bed. "Did you go to Goreme in your dream? Did you go with King Mo?"

"Mr. King?" Li Yan looked up, and the sun outside the window hit her face, lighting up those dark eyes.

"Mo Zhen! He just went to Goreme a while ago and he took a hot air balloon!"

Tong Liyan's brow frowned. She knew Mo Zhen and Chen Qingyang often mentioned the name. It is said to be a Uranus superstar and has a considerable amount of brain powder in City A and the whole country.

Chen Qingyang is one of them.

Just, why does this name make her a little sad?

垂 She lowered her eyes and did not speak again.

清 Chen Qingyang is still talking about the customs and customs of Turkey, and Li Yan just listens quietly, but the more she listens, the more she feels that she seems to have visited these places.

"What do you think?" Chen Qingyang finally said dryly, leaving the topic to Li Yan, and got up and poured water. Lying a few slices of fresh lemons in the water glass, Chen Qingyang divided them into Li Yan's cups.

"Would you like it?" After filling his glass with water, Chen Qingyang raised the kettle in his hand and asked Li Yan. Li Yan took the cup and shook her head: "No, I prefer to eat directly." She said, took a slice of lemon, put it in her mouth and took a bite.

清 Chen Qingyang saw a period of ache, she swallowed, and said, "Strong, when did you become the brain powder of Mo Tianwang?"

"Huh?" Li Yan biting the lemon in her mouth and looked up at Chen Qingyang.

"Don't pretend, dare you say you're not in COS Goosen?"

"Gao Sen?" Li Yan thought for a while, "Ah, this I know, isn't it the hero of" God Forbidden Zone "?"

"It can be ridiculous!" Chen Qingyang feels that it is indeed a three-day stand-up for the soldiers. "Do you even know the" God Forbidden Zone "now? Have you never disdain our low-level taste?

Li Yanyan finished the lemon in her hand and threw a thin circle of skin into the trash can at the bedside: "No, I think it's pretty good."

Chen Qingyang paused for two seconds before saying, "When did you watch?"

Tong Liyan crooked her head: "Did you watch it with you?"

Chen Qingyang: "..."

Dani really did something abnormal. Is it worn by human souls? !!

Those who write novels are easy to open their minds, Chen Qingyang patted his forehead, and took the idea out.

She cleared her throat and looked at Li Yan seriously: "Come, Comrade Xiaoli, let's discuss your dream."

Tong Liyan drew a corner of her mouth and said to Chen Qingyang, "I can't remember it, I just think ... it should be a very interesting dream."

When she said this, she was like a seventeen-year-old girl, her love had begun, and Fanghua was just right.

Chen Qingyang's heart jumped, this expression ... vigorously in love? !! Wouldn't it be Zhou Gong?

There was a lively story in his head, and the brain was being replenished. Just when Chen Qingyang felt that he was going crazy, the door of the ward was pushed open.

She saved Xiang Yunze.

Chen Qingyang got up from the chair and smiled ambiguously: "I won't disturb you anymore, I'm going to go back to the code." She said as she walked outside the room, and patted hard as she passed by Yun Ze Stuck his back.

Yunxiang Yunze: "..."

Say this way of saying hello to guys, he thinks he still needs to adapt.

The door of the ward was closed, and Xiang Yunze walked to where Chen Qingyang was sitting and sat down: "Yanyan, how are you feeling today?"

"Well, I think I can be discharged."

Yunxiang Yunze can't help but he knows that Li Yan is bored in the hospital: "Doctor Fang said that he would have to observe another week, and your body has not fully recovered."

Tong Liyan muttered something in a low voice, picked up another slice of lemon in the glass, and silently stunned.

Wu Xiangyun Ze watched Li Yan's move, and frowned subconsciously.

"What's wrong?" Li Yan just saw him frown, and asked bitterly while biting the lemon in his mouth.

"Nothing." Browsing to Yun Zeshu and smiling at Li Yan, "I just thought of a friend of mine, and he likes to eat lemon like this."

"Really?" Li Yan blinked inquisitively, "Your friend shouldn't be called Gaosen?"

He sang to Yunze for a moment, then couldn't help laughing: "Yan Yan, you are also a fan of King Mo Tian?"

"It wasn't before today." But after today she decided to fan Yifan, the King of Mo.

He Xiangyunze didn't answer, but changed a topic with a smile: "Yan Yan, do you remember how you fell down the stairs?"

He had wanted to ask before, but only then Li Yan had just woke up, and his body was very weak, so he could not bear to ask. Seeing Li Yan's spirit is now a lot better. The problem that has accumulated in his heart for a week must be solved.

Li Yan pouted the lemon seed in her mouth, lowered her head and spit it into the trash bin next to it: "I remember I drank too much that day, and I had some eyes when I passed the Baibu ladder. Speaking of which, I seem to be really stupid hahahahaha. "

Qi Liyan's laughter was clear, and she laughed a little. Xiang Yunze sat aside and looked at her with a smile, and never asked the question again.

Since Yan Yan didn't want to say, he wouldn't force her, but if it wasn't an accident, he wouldn't just let it go.

I was in the hospital for another week, and Li Yan was finally released from the hospital with amnesty, but she had to come to the hospital for rehabilitation treatment every three days.

When I returned to my long-lost home, Li Yan was so moved that I wanted to cry. Mother Li made a large table of dishes, all of which Li Yan loved to eat. Even Father Li, who never cooks, cut a few radishes and put them in a smile on the center of the plate.

Of course, none of these shredded radishes ate.

After eating rice, Li Yan was rushed back to her room to rest. Li Yan walked around the room twice, and finally sat down at the computer desk, poking at the power.

看了 Looking at the desktop of the computer for a minute, Li Yan didn't know what he wanted to do when he turned on the computer. She does not usually surf the Internet. She prefers to go out for a run instead of facing the computer, or to go to the grandfather ’s martial arts hall to coach or bully new students.

今天 But today, she always has a desire to poke it when she looks at the computer.

"Pippi Pipikachu!"

The ringtone of the mobile phone text message rang. Li Yan picked up the phone and glanced at it. It was a text message from Chen Qingyang.

大力 "Strong! The release date of King Mo's album is finally set! February 14th, the most romantic Valentine's Day gift for you-this is the Emperor's slogan ← _ ←"

Li Liyan looked at the text message three times and sent a smile.

Soon, Chen Qingyang's text message came again-you're perfunctory me!

Tong Liyan's finger moved quickly on the screen, edited a new text message in the past-not next time, I will just ignore you.

Chen Qingyang: "..."

Tong Liyan dialed the phone aside, thought about holding her chin, and finally opened the browser, and entered the words Mo Zhen into the search bar.

The browser popped up tens of millions of results instantly, Li Yan's eyes swept across the first page, and finally clicked into Mo Zhen's encyclopedia.

The details of Mo Zhen's personal information are listed above, so I haven't posted my home address and phone number. Below is his resume and main works. His hobbies are also classified, but I do n’t know how many are true.

Tong Li Yan casually browsed the webpage, his eyes paused on his education experience. A city first elementary school? Brother Yunze seems to be in this elementary school. She paid attention to her study time again and found that they were still in the same class.

他们 Do they know each other? Li Yan tilted her head, dropped the encyclopedia, and continued browsing on the first page of search results.

In the second place was Mo Zhen's Weibo.

His subconsciously entered, and Li Yan saw the photo of the hot air balloon at a glance. That was the top Weibo. Li Yan looked at the date and posted it half a month ago. Since then, Mo Zhen has never tweeted again.

The first few Weibo posts were all travel photos. Li Yan remembered that Chen Qingyang said that he had gone to Turkey. It seems that these were all sent during travel.

I opened the big picture and looked at it. The hot air balloons were gorgeous like fireworks blooming in the day. She looked down at the picture, and on her tail was a selfie.

的 The man in the photo is so handsome that absolutely all women can't look away. Even if the big sunglasses on his face cover half of his face, Li Yan can imagine him.

This person, is Mo Zhen?

突然 She suddenly felt that Chen Qingyang liked him very much.

She also saw Mo Zhen on TV before, but she didn't think he was so handsome at the time. Li Yan stared at the photo for a long time, and finally silently slid the webpage to the top and clicked on the attention.

Mo Mozhen is opening a Weibo and flipping through the photos on the computer. That's a folder he built specifically for Ayao. It contains photos of Ayao. For the past half month, he has been busy recording albums every day, and when he got home, he spent almost all his time writing songs.

I could not help but think of her.

A Yao is okay now? How is your body recovering? Did the man who pushed her down the stairs catch it?

The more I thought about the mood, the more gloomy, Mo Zhen sighed, and it's no wonder that Tang Qiang had always suspected that he was in love.

Close the photo, Mo Zhen saw a fan reminder in the upper right corner of the computer.

His Weibo will increase the number of fans every day, just like this one alone, still rarely encountered. He rolled the mouse and clicked.

Is Dali not vigorous.

Pupil's pupils shrunk slightly, and Mo Zhen looked at the newly added fan with a stun.

Uh ...

Ye Yaocao followed Yao? !!

Happiness came too suddenly, it was a bit of a surprise. Mo Zhen even wondered whether he had hacked Ayao's Weibo while he was dreaming, and then followed himself.