I Struggled To Survive In the Girl Group

What's too late?

Wen Ling frowned,

A certain idea seemed to pop up in her mind for a moment, her thoughts paused for a moment, and finally decided not to think deeply.

Thinking so much to do is troublesome.

Yi Zhuo glanced at her clearly,

did not continue this topic,

Extending his arm, he took his mobile phone from the bedside table beside him.

she unlocked,

Click on your own Weibo comment,

Flip down quickly.

The comments are similar to those in the past, they are all "Sister is so good, I love it so much",

"Rivals in love, draw your swords!", "What's the point of Yi Zhuo's life if he can't sleep?"

A peaceful.

Wen Ling's fans are really Buddhist like Wen Ling.

Yi Zhuo's eyes darkened.

Although she is already trying to guide her fans,

But it still inevitably hurt Wen Ling. If she had a choice, she was willing to replace Wen Ling as the living target who was attacked.

Yi Zhuo pondered for a moment, and clicked on the "Ice and Fire Love" CP super chat,

I randomly found a popular Weibo, click to forward,

Start typing in the forwarding box again.

Wen Ling watched her movements,

In hindsight, he realized what the other party was doing.

She was in a hurry,

Reach out to grab Yizhuo's phone. But recovering from a serious illness,

There was almost no strength in her body, and her wrists were immediately clasped tightly,

Completely immobile.

"do not move."

After a moment, Yi Zhuo released her, continued typing on the screen, and tapped send.

Wen Ling sighed, took his mobile phone and clicked on Weibo,

Immediately at the top of the screen, a special attention was paid to the Weibo that was just sent out.

Yi Zhuo retweeted the phrase "I once suspected that when Yi Zhuo called the captain, I called my wife in my heart", and added the words:

"Captain, I love you."

The comments below swelled at a terrifying speed. Wen Ling tried to refresh, but the system prompted her "There is an error in the network, please click the button to reload."

Wen Ling:…

Yes, Weibo is paralyzed.

She hesitated and said, "Why don't you delete it..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yi Zhuo's phone rang.

Caller ID agent Ye Ming.

Yi Zhuo calmly picked up: "Hello?"

Although the speakerphone was not turned on, the room was very quiet, and Ye Ming's excited voice came through clearly.

"Yi Zhuo what are you doing?"

Wen Ling's heart suddenly froze, Ye Ming said that the company would not arrange for Yi Zhuo to fry CP for the time being, but things still developed to this situation. She doesn't care, but Yi Zhuo shouldn't be punished for this, right?

Yi Zhuo held her hand and asked Ye Ming, "What happened to me?"

"Can you be a little less aggressive when you fry cp, and you are so ruthless when you come up, what else do fans expect in the future?"

In fact, after the broadcast of "Ghost Town Survival", the company saw that the "Love of Ice and Fire" had an excellent response, and the matter of Yi Zhuo's firing of CP had already been put on the agenda. However, due to the fact that everyone was busy with the recording of the new album, and Wen Ling was suddenly ill, there was no time to make specific arrangements.

Unexpectedly, Yi Zhuo arranged it on her own, and immediately opened up when she came up, which caught her off guard.

Yi Zhuo: ?

She thought for a while and replied calmly: "It doesn't matter, I can move more in the future."

Ye Ming: …

She was silent for two seconds and hung up the phone.

"Don't think about it, I'll take care of it."

Yi Zhuo put down the phone and put the man in his arms again. She smiled and said, "You just have a good rest, don't worry about the rest."

Wen Ling quietly let her hug her for a while, then suddenly got up, rolled over and sat on top of her.

Her fingers were on the edge of her nightgown, and she was about to undress.

Yi Zhuo gasped, and quickly dragged her back to the bed. The scene just now played back constantly in her mind, and her throat rolled involuntarily.

She hugged Wen Ling tightly and said hoarsely, "Don't do this, I can't control it."

Wen Ling said, "Then don't control it."

Since Yi Zhuo helped her, there is nothing wrong with her wanting to meet Yi Zhuo's needs as much as possible.

Yi Zhuo patted her lightly and said, "No, you are still ill."

Wen Ling shook her head: "I'm already fine."

"No way." Yi Zhuo grinded his back molars and forcibly suppressed the unbearable thoughts in his heart. She wrapped Wen Ling into a silkworm chrysalis three times, and then reached out and scratched the tip of her small nose.

"Put it on the account first, and when you're well... then pay it back to me."

Wen Ling looked at her tangled expression and suddenly felt very interesting.

She laughed, rubbed Yi Zhuo's drooping fingertips with her cheek, and said, "Why are you hotter than me."

"Who am I doing this for?" Yi Zhuo laughed angrily, but he couldn't really be angry with Wen Ling, so he lowered his head and bit her small earlobe like punishment.

The numb touch made Wen Ling tremble for a while, and she reached out to push her away, but her fingers were immediately clasped.

The soft lips gently rubbed against the ear, and then Yizhuo's voice sounded against the ear.

"Want to repay me?"

Wen Ling nodded.

"Then apart from going to bed, let's do something else together occasionally."

***

The mountains are breezy, and the scorching sun's rays are filtered by the lush trees and become much softer. Makes people feel warm, not dry.

The road is paved with bluestone slabs, winding and winding, extending to the top of the mountain. The slate was covered with dark green moss, and in the black soil in the crevices, there were sporadic green grass buds, as well as unknown small wildflowers, swaying gently in the wind.

"Be careful, the road is not easy to walk."

Yi Zhuo turned around and held the person behind him.

She and Wen Ling both wore loose-fitting T-shirts and wide-leg jeans today. Since Wen Ling was just sick, their daily necessities were put in the bulging backpack on her back.

Wen Ling didn't seem to be used to being held by others, her fingers stiffened for a moment, and finally she chose to compromise.

At this time, they were located on the back hill of Yi Zhuo's parents' old house in the countryside, about two hours' drive from the company's location.

Yi Zhuo originally wanted to bring Wen Ling out next time, but when she woke up the next day, Wen Ling completely returned to her previous appearance. one.

So Yi Zhuo had to advance the plan and drove her directly to this place.

Wen Ling didn't ask the reason, just cleaned up and followed her.

The altitude of the mountain is not high, and the two easily reached the top of the mountain in less than an hour.

Under the blue sky, the green mountains are boundless, the houses at the foot of the mountain are continuous, and occasionally the figures of the villagers shuttle between them, a scene full of vitality.

Standing in the shade of the tree, Wen Ling raised his hand and took off his mask, breathing the fresh air to his heart's content, and sighed sincerely, "It's a good place."

Since the formation of the group, she has been in a tense state. As long as she is outdoors, she has to face almost all-pervasive cameras. But at this time, most of the villagers were working in the fields, and there were few people in the mountains, so she didn't meet anyone along the way, which made her very relaxed.

"Few people come here, so when I'm tired, I'll come over to breathe."

Yi Zhuo casually stepped on a long leg on the stone, revealing a lingering unrestrained casualness. She raised her head and looked at the blue sky. The breeze blew her hair, which was as beautiful as a painting.

Wen Ling looked back and asked, "Is this where you grew up?"

She suddenly discovered that although she and Yi Zhuo had a very ambiguous bond, they didn't know anything about each other's past.

How did Yi Zhuo grow up, what was her life like in the past, and what happened to her, she never asked. And she doesn't like to mention her own things, so Yi Zhuo also won't ask her.

Yi Zhuo turned his head and smiled at her: "I have lived here for twelve years."

Wen Ling asked, "What happened later?"

There was a bit of surprise in Yi Zhuo's eyes, knowing that Wen Ling would never intervene in other people's private affairs. Such a sudden question made her unable to contain her joy. Perhaps for Wen Ling, she is a little bit more special than the other team members.

She answered earnestly: "Afterwards, my parents divorced and they sent me to relatives in the city. After a few years of being under someone else's guard, I came out and made my own way."

Yi Zhuo summed up the hardships of these years in three or two sentences, but his tone was calm, as if he was talking about other people's affairs.

Wen Ling's heart felt sour when she heard it, and her fingers on her side were gently pressed together. She was about to speak, but heard Yi Zhuo say again: "Stop talking about these unhappy things, come, let's go there."

Then her hand was taken again.

Yi Zhuo took her for a short walk and came to a somewhat dilapidated pavilion. The brick-red stone pillars were mottled with paint, and the round table and stone benches in the middle of the pavilion were weathered and covered with a thick layer of dust.

"You don't come in yet."

Yi Zhuo stepped into the pavilion in three steps, carefully wiped the table and stool with a tissue, and covered it with a clean newspaper.

Then she took out a large insulated lunch box and a thermos cup from her backpack, and greeted Wen Ling: "Come and eat."

There are sandwiches cut into small pieces in the lunch box. There are various flavors, and they are neatly arranged. At a glance, the colorful slices make people very appetizing.

Yi Zhuo poured out a cup of hot tea from the thermos cup, and put the chopsticks into Wen Ling's hands, "Eat quickly."

Wen Ling picked up a sandwich and took a bite. The tender and juicy beef and the texture of the soft omelette are perfectly combined, with a strong aroma of black pepper. Fresh lettuce is refreshing, refreshing and delicious, and it is not greasy at all when eaten together.

When she woke up this morning, Yi Zhuo was no longer in the room. At that time, she thought that the other party was just going to prepare breakfast, but she didn't expect to make lunch together.

Wen Ling slowly finished a sandwich and asked, "What time did you get up in the morning?"

Yi Zhuo thought about it and said, "Six o'clock."

Wen Ling took a sip from the cup. It was her favorite honey lemon tea, sweet and sour.

She said: "Don't do this in the future, a rare holiday, sleep more."

Looking at Yi Zhuo's reaction, he knew that the other party must get up earlier than six o'clock. But she didn't want to put pressure on herself, so she deliberately said it late.

Yi Zhuo smiled noncommittally and pointed to another sandwich in the lunch box, "Try this, it's delicious with shrimp and eggs."

Wen Ling obeyed and took a sip. As Yi Zhuo said, the taste was amazing. The shrimp is delicious and the egg is soft and tender, the perfect combination.

Yi Zhuo looked at her, "Eat more, you have lost weight recently."

Half an hour later, most of the food in the lunch box was empty. Yi Zhuo was very happy, and contentedly put away the lunch box, and took out a small box of freshly chopped fruits.

Wen Ling watched her movements silently, and after a while, suddenly asked: "You said 'do something else' yesterday, is it..."

Is it just climbing the mountains together and having a picnic on the top of the mountain?

"I just want you to accompany me, it doesn't matter what you do."

Yizhuo opened the lid, and the sweet taste of the fruit lingered in an instant.

She pushed the fruit in front of Wen Ling, but Wen Ling was not polite to her, picked a piece that was pleasing to the eye and stuffed it into her mouth.

Yi Zhuo watched her eat for a while, and suddenly asked, "Captain, can I still invite you out to play in the future?"

Wen Ling paused and looked up at her.

Obviously it is not an excessive request, but the arrogant and domineering person on weekdays softened his tone at this moment, looked over with holding his breath, and nervously waited for a result.

Forget it, nothing.

Yi Zhuo will be unhappy if she refuses. If she is unhappy, things seem to be more troublesome.

So Wen Ling nodded: "Okay."

The author has something to say: If you fall in love, write it here first. The next chapter will start the plot, and a new character will appear. Guess who she is qwq