Chapter 406

Looking at Bingbing with suspicious eyes several times, Ye Xuan didn't think much about it, walking forward along the lavender garden.

Seeing dozens of flowers and lavender blooming in the garden, Ye Xuan also sighed casually.

"Easily recognize the face of the east wind, the ten thousand purples and thousand reds are always spring."

As soon as the slow voice came out, Bingbing, who was a few steps behind Ye Xuan, was still immersed in the embarrassment just now, and at this time she suddenly turned her head to look at Ye Xuan.

Ye-style poetry appeared again!

"Easily recognize the face of the east wind, the ten thousand purples and thousand reds are always spring?!"

Repeating this poem in her mouth, the light in Bingbing's eyes became brighter and brighter.

As a CCTV reporter, Bingbing's literary foundation was not bad.

She even dared to guarantee that this sentence was not inferior to the poems Ye Xuan had made before!

Seeing Ye Xuan easily come up with another good sentence, Bingbing suddenly thought of a question that netizens had heatedly discussed before.

【Does Ye Xuan have no creative bottleneck?】

It hung on the hot search for a whole day at that time, which was enough to see everyone's shock at Ye Xuan's ability to speak in poems!

Her eyes moved slightly, 06 Bingbing couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Do you have no creative bottleneck?!"

Hearing Bingbing's words, Ye Xuan also grinned.

The cultural heritage of five thousand years in later generations was all hidden in his brain, so where would he have any creative bottleneck?!

However, looking at Bingbing's serious question, Ye Xuan rarely raised a bit of teasing heart.

"Of course there is, I still have to learn from the vast number of netizens in this regard."

Seeing the curiosity in Bingbing's eyes, Ye Xuan's brain had already recalled the video where Bingbing went viral before.

At this time, the arc of his lips deepened a bit more.

"Picking it to buy wine, would you like it? Seeing the lawn, walk around it."

As soon as the first sentence came out, Bingbing's almond eyes lit up.

Isn't this the poem Ye Xuan made before?

But as soon as the second sentence came out, the dimples on her lips suddenly became shallower.

Why does this second half sound so familiar?!

It seems to be

Her own original words during the live broadcast before?!

Thinking of this, Bingbing's smile stopped.

And Ye Xuan's teasing voice continued.

"Plum blossoms must be inferior to snow by three parts white, Bingbing hasn't eaten for a day."

"Wandering alone on the fragrant path of the small garden, this shot is a bit blurry."

"Since ancient times, meeting autumn makes one sad and lonely, let's chat."

"Drunkenly holding the eastern fence chrysanthemums leisurely, everyone should study hard."

As a series of sounds came out, when she heard the end, Bingbing's eyes couldn't help but be dyed with a layer of resentment, and her red lips pouted.

The first half all came from Ye Xuan's poems.

But the second half was clearly her famous live broadcast scene that went viral before.

These were all ghost animal materials made by netizens.

Didn't expect Ye Xuan to use these famous scenes to tease her...

But the next moment, Bingbing seemed to have thought of something and couldn't help but be startled.

If Ye Xuan remembered her famous viral scenes, wouldn't that mean...

Ye Xuan had been paying attention to her live broadcast all the time?!

Wouldn't that be equivalent to Ye Xuan always paying attention to her?!

As soon as the thought came out, Bingbing only felt the joy in her chest bubbling out like a bubbling spring.

And this excitement hadn't dissipated even after she finished visiting the entire attraction with Ye Xuan.

Until it was late, and after waving goodbye to Ye Xuan, Bingbing couldn't help but repeatedly recall the bits and pieces of today.

Recalling Ye Xuan's ability to speak in poems at the beginning, in addition to excitement, Bingbing couldn't help but edit on Weibo.

【CCTV Reporter Bingbing: Sharing a sentence, easily recognize the face of the east wind, the ten thousand purples and thousand reds are always spring.】

Halfway through editing, she also added a heart behind it.

As soon as the news came out, Bingbing's fans surged in.

"My heart is Bingbing's! The person is also Bingbing's! What does this sentence mean?!"

"Cold ice language patting wildly on the heart! Could this sentence be written to Bingbing by someone else?!"

"Upstairs, don't talk nonsense! This is my wife, the weather is getting hotter, but my heart is still Bingbing's!"

"Sorry everyone, my wife is indeed outstanding in appearance, I will take her home now! This sentence must be written to me by Bingbing!"

"Please stop the wishful thinking in the front row!"

The group of fans deeply hated burying the possibility closest to the truth to the bottom, and once again argued around 'whose is Bingbing'.

As one of the two people who knew the answer, Bingbing fell into a dream contentedly since posting this exclusive poem.

And the other person who knew the source of this poem, Ye, didn't pay attention to the Weibo hot search.