High cold male god, sweet and warm

Chapter 1842 She Is Not That Lover
Just miss it, it will be a lifetime...

"Are you still calm under your happy or sad makeup? Do you just put down your cup and leave the table without saying a word?"

Maybe it can't be done.

There was bitterness on the tip of Ye Jin's tongue.

He felt a little sinful.

Why did you choose this song.

Maybe it's because it was too hard, and I didn't get any response in the end.

Ye Jin pressed the tip of her tongue against her palate, spitting out and singing slowly: "You can only make it through laughter and tears..."

"Clearly in the harp and music, but also seems to be in the clouds."

He smiled, as if he was helpless and wanted to let go of something, until the end of the song, he whispered the last three words softly: "Yunguichu..."

They in the singing hall paused for a moment.

This song also seemed to reveal all the secrets that Ye Jin had hidden in his heart.

But they didn't seem to understand that the emotions hidden in this song belonged to Ye Jin.

At the end of the song, Ye Jin paused, and finally looked back.

He smiled at Ye Liuli.

But from the corner of the eye, he glanced at the absent-minded young man with his chin propped up.

Afterwards, he retracted his gaze and clicked another song.

But for this song, he didn't sing a few words before he felt tired of singing, so he stopped the music and walked down.

"Master President, it's your turn."

He simply stuffed the microphone into Lan Yan's arms.

Lan Yan's eyes were half-closed, "There are still people who haven't sung."

"Chairman, come first~"

This sentence was said by Mo Ya, black-bellied Ben Ya, or those who were sitting in the circle who were afraid of chaos, they had never heard it before, it was as cold and indifferent as Lan Yan used to express their emotions.

The song seems to be just right.

Lan Yan's eyes were narrowed, her face was still expressionless, her whole body was cold and calm.

But she finally chose to indulge.

Otherwise, she also believed that if these people started to make trouble, it would be easy not to let anyone go.

She stood up, and with a year-round coldness, she ordered a song.

"The world of mortals has its own lovers, Mo Xiao is too crazy."

"If it wasn't for the bone-chilling cold, the plum blossoms would be so fragrant;

Asking what love is in the world, it only teaches life and death;
Look at how many stories in the world, the most ecstasy is the three plum blossoms. "

Lan Yan is really cold in her bones.

She doesn't know what is love, what is love.

Obviously, both father and mother are the most gentle people.

But Lan Yan is an extremely top person.

It was the indifference in his bones, ruthless to the extreme.

After growing up for so many years, it is rare for why to really make any waves.

She didn't encounter anything that could make her feel turbulent.

Didn't take anything too seriously.

The world of mortals has its own infatuated people.

But she is not that infatuated person.

She is ice, a piece of ice like Yang Moyan, or a rock.

The coldness of the two is different.

Lan Yan is indifferent.

Yang Moyan was only very modest.

After she sang a song, she stood up, "You can do whatever you want."

After dropping four words, he sat back to his original position.

Lin Zhaoxia smiled, tilted her head to Yang Moyan's shoulder, leaned against him, and lowered her voice, "I don't know what kind of person can withstand Lan Yan's coldness."

Lan Yan's music isn't over yet, but the lyrics are over.

It is precisely because of this that Lin Zhaoxia's words were not heard by others.

Yang Moyan's eyes moved slightly.

Knowing how to speculate, he can easily know who cares about Lan Yan the most.

But it seems that it is really too difficult to impress Lan Yan's heart.

Because Lan Yan doesn't know love or affection.

(End of this chapter)