good night warlord

"of course not."

Gu Qing did not expect to deny it.

Seeing the speed of her answer, Mo Nanzhi felt relieved:

"Why is that? Tell me, maybe I can help you."

The driver opened the car door, and the two got into the car. Gu Qingyi said:
"Do you know what happened when I came back today?"

Mo Nanzhi nodded: "I know."

Lu Qing realized that the banner he saw in the car had a black line all over it:
"During the war, Yan knew how I chased after Rong Zhe before."

Mo Nanzhi opened his mouth, not knowing what to say, because she also knew how crazy her friend was when she chased after Rong Zhe, and Mo Nanzhi even helped Gu Qingyi pull up banners and posters:
"..."

Seeing her friend's expression, Gu Qingyi felt even more melancholy;
"Do you think he would mind?"

"Mr. Zhan?"

The little girl nodded: "Yes."

"of course."

Gu Qingyi: "..."

You can't lie to me.

Seeing his friend's sad expression, Mo Nanzhi felt helpless:
"Everyone has a desire for monopoly, and they don't want their wives to like other people, even if they used to, they don't want to."

Gu Qingyi lowered her little head, and as the vehicle moved, her little head fell off bit by bit, looking as depressed as she wanted:

"Sure enough, I guessed right, he just minded, so when he saw me being confessed by Rong Zhe, he was obviously very angry, but he didn't move.

The more angry he was, the calmer he looked. "

Seeing her listless, Mo Nanzhi comforted her:

"But didn't you beat Rong Zhe later? Mr. Zhan should understand what you mean."

"Zhizhi, understanding and believing are two different things. Even Bai Zhenzhen thinks that I beat Rong Zhe to keep Rong Zhe. It is inevitable that Yan will not think so during the war."

"That's right. After all, you used to love Rong Zhe so much, but you suddenly changed your mind and said you don't love him anymore. To be honest, I don't believe it."

Mo Nanzhi didn't intend to lie to his friend, he told the truth.

"So, that's what bothers me."

The vehicle stopped at an intersection, Gu Qingyi was thinking about the things in her heart, and didn't pay attention to other things at all. Suddenly, a friend beside her poked her arm:
"Qingyi, look..."

Gu Qi looked at her with a puzzled look on purpose:
"what?"

Mo Nanzhi waved her small face with his hands, and pointed to the car window:

"Look, outside, the billboard."

Only then did Gu Qingyi slowly look in the direction pointed by her friend.

A pair of big eyes were dull at the beginning, gradually focused, and then widened, shining brightly.

There are several huge electronic billboards at the intersection.

In the past, when passing the intersection, the advertisements on the billboards were all promotional advertisements of some brands.

Some are cars, some are real estate, and some are electrical products.

Now, those ads are gone.

Instead, there are lines of eye-catching scrolling words:

"Yi Baoer, the whole world and you, I choose you."

"Yi Bao'er, you will never escape in this life."

"Yi Baoer, you only belong to me."

……

In the faintly falling night, the red font seems to illuminate the entire night sky.

At the intersection, vehicles and pedestrians all looked sideways.

The drivers lowered their windows:

"Oh my god, this confession is too domineering. I really envy this girl named Yibaoer."

"Lemon fruit under the lemon tree, you and me under the lemon tree."

A couple saw it, and the wife expressed her disgust from the heart:
"Look at other people's confession, and then look at you. Just a cup of milk tea and a rose has tricked me away. I'm low."

Husband got cheap and acted like a good boy: "That's it, I'll write two posters and post them on the billboards in the community, okay?"

The husband and wife quarreled, but the sweetness of life was revealed.

A couple crossing the road, the girl acted coquettishly:
"I want a billboard confession too, and I want to..."

The boy coaxed him patiently: "Okay, when I have money in the future, I will also buy you a billboard confession, okay? Be good, stop making trouble."

As the vehicle started, Gu Qingyi found that not only the intersection, but all the billboards beside the road had different words for Yi Bao'er.

Gu Qingyi really heard the sound of her heart beating faster.

Bang bang bang non-stop.

Intersections, bus stops, office buildings, shopping malls...all of them.

All the billboards in Hancheng were replaced with confessions to Yi Baoer.

Mo Nanzhi asked hesitantly:
"Qingyi, this...is Mr. Zhan's handwriting."

Gu Qingyi's eyes were a little bewildered, as if looking at those billboards, as if seeing that noble and unparalleled man who turned all sentient beings upside down smiling at himself.

Is it him?
"I... woo woo, I'm not sure either."

Mo Nanzhi is funny. There are only a handful of people in Hancheng who can buy all the billboards in the city to profess their love. Moreover, it can't be such a coincidence. Among the few people, there must be Yi Baoer:
"Then you call and ask."

"Ah."

It was only then that Gu Qingyi remembered the matter of confirmation, but the hand that was looking for the phone was a little nervous, and the fingertips that pressed the screen were a little trembling.

beep...

The answer over there was quick: "Yi Baoer?"

Her husband's voice was beautiful, like the oldest cello, and the elegant tones played made her want to be pregnant.

The little girl called out softly:
"Hey, husband, are you working?"

"Well, is something wrong?"

Listening to his voice, Gu Qingyi could imagine his appearance when he was concentrating.

Must be very charming.

The windows of the car had been lowered, and the car happened to pass by a square. There were many people in the square, all looking up at the declaration on the huge billboard.

Is this a surprise he gave himself?

But listening to his tone, it was the same as usual.

No different.

"You...you today..."

"What's the matter, faltering?"

Gu Qingyi blushed, closed her eyes and mustered up her courage to ask:
"I saw that all the billboards in Hancheng today are professing their love to a person named Yi Baoer.

That Yi Baoer is..."

Is it me?
Please, please, mother in the spirit of heaven bless, it must be me.

Otherwise, she will cry in disappointment.

"Billboard? Yibaoer?"

Hearing his doubtful tone, Gu Qingyi's originally expectant mood plummeted:
"Yes?"

"What was written on it?"

Hearing the man say this, Gu Qingyi's aggrieved nose was sore.

She was so happy.

He didn't buy billboards all over town.

It's her being selfish.

She sniffed, pretending to be strong and replied:

"No... nothing, just some nasty words."

She wanted to hang up.

It turns out that there are such coincidences in this world.

Some people call Yibaoer.

Huh...why wasn't he the one who did this?
If he had known earlier that he would not have asked, he could still fantasize without asking, these are just coaxing himself.