Little boy, you are obedient

Chapter 150 Zhao Yan CP fan
"The winner of the Golden Deer Award for Best Actor is..."Future" Yan Yan! Let's congratulate the Best Actor Yan!"

Sitting under the stage, Zhao Xiaorong looked up at the man who was walking up to the podium step by step, with tenderness slowly overflowing from his eyes.

Yan Yan seemed to be aware of her gaze, and smiled in this direction.

The winner of the Golden Deer Award was the previous generation of best actor. Before handing over the trophy to Yan Yan, he even teased him, shook his head and sighed, "Qianlang died on the beach".

Yan Yan smiled, and exchanged some polite words with senior.

Counting the Best Actor of the Golden Deer Awards this time, Yan Yan has won the Best Actor in various domestic and foreign awards in just [-] years, which can be regarded as a true "Grand Slam".

The Golden Deer Award is the most authoritative in China, and it is considered the most well-known award in China.

After the awards ceremony, Zhao Xiaorong let Yan Yan go home first, while he stayed at the company to sort out various resources.

Not long after the awards ceremony was over, directors and commercial producers from all walks of life threw a lot of olive branches.

Zhao Xiaorong selected a few scripts and a few advertisements from it, and planned to let Yan Yan choose again in a few days.

She stretched and looked at the time.

It's ten o'clock.

Zhao Xiaorong turned off the computer, locked the office door, and left the company on high heels.

It was quite late, and there were no people on the street. Occasionally, one or two old men and women who were walking or walking their dogs passed by.

She didn't take a taxi. When she was tired from walking, she sat on a bench by the roadside. She took off her high heels and walked home barefoot.

She stood in the elevator, looking at her face reflected in the car, feeling a little lost.

In fact, after a few years, she and Yan Yan will be an ordinary couple, raising a cat and playing with a dog, and it's not bad for them to take a stroll for nothing.

The red number slowly rose and finally stopped on the eleventh floor.

Zhao Xiaorong walked barefoot in the corridor with high heels and a bag.

The floor was cold, she shrank her toes and quickened her steps.

Originally, she thought that she was greeted by a warm and beautiful home, but when she opened the door, the first thing she saw were two people on the bed.

She knew that woman, the Best Supporting Actress of the Golden Deer Awards this time, Yan Ziling.

Zhao Xiaorong stood there in a daze, as if someone had poured a basin of cold water from head to tail.

Yan Ziling noticed that someone was coming in, so he gave Yan Yan a hammer, pulled the quilt aside to cover himself, and complained in a low voice.

Yan Yan only had a pair of shorts left on his body. He raised his head and looked towards the door. He was obviously surprised to see Zhao Xiaorong, "Why are you here?"

Zhao Xiaorong's voice trembled a little, she stood barefoot at the door, and smiled miserably at him, "Why am I here?"

Yan Yan was taken aback.

She didn't say much, and took a deep look at the two dogs and men in the room, then turned her head and left.

The heavy solid wooden door was closed, and the moment she lost her sight, she squatted on the ground and finally broke down in tears.

Yan Yan sat on the bed and lit a cigarette, frowning and inhaling slowly.

Yan Ziling lay on the bed for a while before starting to get dressed.

He glanced at Yan Ziling and said nothing.

After getting dressed, Yan Ziling stood up, stepped on high heels and twirled narcissistically in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling mirror in the house, like a brisk butterfly.

She opened the door with a brisk voice, "It's a pleasant cooperation, I'm leaving, see you in a few days."

Yan Yan stared at the wall without responding.

Yan Ziling pouted, dissatisfied with his attitude.

The sound of closing the door and locking the door sounded again.

He stubbed out the cigarette, sat on the bed hugging his knees, feeling a pang of sadness in his heart.

　I'm a bit confused about the timeline...

　　Yes, I'm going to write a terminal illness meme

　　Things like be are reluctant to write about the heroine, only the second girl
　　
　
(End of this chapter)