The Sick Beauty In A Variety Show

69

Chapter 69

After He Ting tied the scarf for Cen Yuan, he returned to his original position.

Then, he lowered his eyes and looked at Cen Yuan.

At this moment, Cen Yuan was lowering his head and stretching his hands to fiddle with the scarf around his neck.

Cen Yuan looked a little obedient in this way. He lowered his head quietly, revealing only the whorl of hair on his head.

The snowflakes fell on his black hair and the circle of down on the hat of his down jacket, but he didn't notice it.

He Ting just kept looking at Cen Yuan without moving his eyes away.

When Cen Yuan raised his head, He Ting spoke in a low voice: "You and that Han Xuzhou..."

In fact, He Ting is not a curious person, and he even has an indifferent attitude towards many things, but only for this matter, he wants to know more, to know what Cen Yuan thinks.

Cen Yuan did not expect He Ting to be so brooding about this matter, slightly widened his eyes, and said nothing.

He Ting's voice seemed to be a little deeper: "You don't want to say it?"

After a while, he added: "If you really don't want to say it, it doesn't matter."

Cen Yuan didn't want to talk about this matter, but he didn't know how to say it.

Should he tell He Ting that he came from a book? And the notes were made by the original owner and had nothing to do with him?

Cen Yuan looked at He Ting, raised his eyebrows, and said in a joking tone: "Why are you so concerned about this?"

Unexpectedly, He Ting really kept looking at him, as if he wanted an answer.

Cen Yuan was a little surprised.

It stands to reason that someone like He Ting would not get entangled in some unimportant things, why did he always care about this matter?

Cen Yuan was a little confused, but he didn't think much about it, just said: "I don't know how to say this."

Seeing that Cen Yuan seemed willing to talk about this, He Ting's eyes became more focused: "You can say whatever you want."

Cen Yuan pondered for a while, and then said: "I can only say that I didn't make that note to Han Xuzhou."

He Ting was slightly startled when he heard this answer.

He felt as if something heavy had fallen off, and he relaxed a lot: "You mean, someone took your phone and left that note for you?"

Cen Yuan guessed that He Ting would think in this direction. After all, it wasn't him, so it must be someone else.

But he didn't explain much, just vaguely said: "Anyway, it wasn't me who left that note." He

just stopped there, as for whether He Ting believed it or not, it had nothing to do with him.

At this time, He Ting continued to ask: "So, you don't like Han Xuzhou, and you didn't leave that note for him, right?"

Cen Yuan nodded: "Yes."

He is not the original owner, and there are not so many messy emotions entangled.

After Cen Yuan gave a positive answer, He Ting obviously relaxed a lot, and even had a faint smile in his dark eyes, even though the smile was not obvious.

Cen Yuan had probably been with He Ting for a while, so he could quickly see the change in He Ting's mood.

He raised his eyebrows and asked He Ting: "Are you smiling?"