Compared with the previous actions, Ling Youting has improved a lot. Unlike before, he would vent his emotions crazily, and finally do some unthinkable things, which not only violated his original intention, but also caused immeasurable consequences.

At least, Ling Youting now knows how to find a way to adjust his mood, instead of letting his temper mess around.

Soon, a hasty doorbell rang, and the people outside didn't seem to be waiting for a moment, they kept pressing the doorbell, and then Ling You opened the door with slippers on, and saw a tall man standing At the door, he was holding a pair of strangely shaped things that looked like wine?
"Why are you? Why did you come here?" Ling Youting looked suspicious, his bloodshot eyes widened.

"My X, what do you think I came here for? You don't recognize anyone after only ten minutes?" The man also looked surprised, he really wanted to open Ling Youting's head to see what was inside!
At this moment, Ling Youting finally came to his senses, and asked in surprise, "You were the one who called me just now?"

"Who else can it be if it's not me?" The man said impatiently, "Is there anyone else who can come to you at this point besides me, a night owl?"

Then he strode into the house without treating himself as a guest at all.

"I don't think it's Chu Ye, Ziye, what is he doing recently? Why is there no news at all." Ling Youting followed the man's footsteps and said angrily.

"Chu Ye still has time to talk to you? When he sees that you don't pick up your skin, he is very happy recently. If you have time, you will know when you ask him out for a meal." Fang Ziye suddenly had a smirk on his face. I couldn't help making a joke.

Ling Youting was stunned, and then he became a little bit disappointed. Everyone around him had his own life, goals, and pleasures, but he was the only one left wandering between love and not love, embarrassed.

After a while, Fang Ziye was welcomed into the house, Ling Youting went to the study and turned off his computer, packed up his mood and went to the living room, and made Fang Ziye a cup of coffee.

Unlike Si Mohan, Ling Youting loves coffee, especially the very bitter kind, and will add honey or milk to neutralize its bitterness, often experimenting tirelessly.

"Can you sleep after drinking this kind of thing in the middle of the night?" Fang Ziye rolled his eyes at Ling Youting, and said bluntly, with a strange expression on his face.

"You came to see me in the middle of the night, do you plan to let me sleep?" Ling Youting asked bluntly.

"Tsk tsk, it looks like you are very angry, who has such a great ability to make our boss Ling angry?" Fang Ziye laughed and teased, not at all afraid of Ling Youting's cannibalistic eyes.

Speaking of this, Ling Youting immediately hesitated, and the way he looked at Fang Ziye changed instantly, like a black hole in the universe, with an unfathomable sense of suffocation.

It can be seen that Ling Youting is very conflicted, he is thinking about whether to tell Fang Ziye about these things, and let him give him an idea, but blindly seeking help from others will only make him more incompetent, this is not what Ling Youting wants to see That's right, besides, no one likes to peel off their scars over and over again for people to admire.

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