After all, he has never seen Hugh care about anyone so much before.
Hugh who was typing, suddenly paused for a second. And the expression on his face changed slightly, but it was not obvious.
His head was buried down, and his long eyelashes hung down, covering the special emotions flashing in his eyes. But his fair and handsome face slightly turned red.
"Don't talk nonsense."
Moments later, Hugh edited his post and sent it out. He turned to look at Allen and said, "She is a person I admire very much, and she has helped me. I will never make it and go so far without her.
Now, she is abused by my fans because of me. Of course, I feel guilty in my heart. "
"Oh." Alan looked at his red face and didn't expose him. He just reminded him. "You are on the rise now, and not suitable for falling in love.
Now it's just an affair, and your fans have gone to tear her apart. You can imagine that if you really let the public know about your relationship, your future girlfriend will be in hell."
Hugh sipped his lips and didn't say anything.
After a few seconds, he threw his phone on the bed and turned to the cloakroom: "Don't worry about it, I don't have the plan to fall in love now.
Did you just say that fans came at her?"
Since Allen had spoken up to remind him, he didn't say anything else. He nodded and said: "Yes, some of your fans went to see her."
After Hugh casually took out a set of clothes and put them on, he picked up the phone left on the bed and walked towards the door: "I'll find her."
Yvonne bought the bubble tea and was ready to go back to the classroom.
"Oh, my god! Hugh posted on his Facebook account to respond!"
Suddenly, a voice sounded beside her. It was a girl who walked by her, and her tone sounded shocked. "No way! Hugh actually said that Nikita was his idol, and she was the original songwriter of his popular song."
"What?
Hugh tweeted?
Isn't his popular song "Memory in August"? Does he mean that this "Memory in August" is written by Nikita?
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