Best Actor Wants To Stay With Me

Xia Siyu's scalp was blown by his words.

Although the original thin words are high and cold, their emotions and anger are not visible, they are like an iceberg no matter how they are teased, and they can't move. Although he usually has a bad face, he is not so proactive anyhow. As long as he is ignored, he is basically regarded as air.

But now he is actually not much proactive, but just a word or two so inadvertently, she said that she didn't answer it immediately, and she got goose bumps all over.

Bo Yan could naturally see it, her eyes became increasingly disgusting.

He was a little confused and didn't know how to approach it.

Xia Siyu couldn't feel his emotions at all as he tried to pretend to be confused and hide his emotions as before. Although she gradually became undefended against him, this lack of defense came at the cost of not treating him as a man.

But straightforwardly said that you like her, believe it or not Xia Siyu runs faster? Her current position is to hate him. If you come back and fight, maybe Xia Siyu will just turn around and leave.

But as he is now, not talking about feelings, or using the relationship between husband and wife as a guide to approach her, she also rejects her.

What should I do?

**

In the evening, Bo Yan wore a jacket alone and drove to the bar by the Yan River.

Pushing open the bar door, this time Han Yifan did not talk to a group of drunks like the last time, but he was wearing a ripped white T-shirt and ripped jeans, playing DJ with youthful youth.

Around him, there were two **** and hot pole dancers. At first they were spinning around the pillars on the stage, and then they used him as pillars, rubbing against him with their arms and legs.

At the end of a song, the two pole dancers followed him down.

Han Yifan was quite wet with rain and dew, put his arm around the waist of a dancer A, and kissed her on the cheek.

I walked down the stage happily, and suddenly raised my head to see a flimsy word underneath, he almost got his foot and fell off the stage.

Thanks to the two beauties on the left and right beside him, who stood up like a bodyguard, they didn't lose their ugliness. After Han Yifan stepped down, he waved away the two beauties. Then he looked around and there was no one, and then walked carefully to his side, like an underground party: "Why are you here?"

"Return your key." Bo Yan still wore a jacket and put on his hat. Xia Siyu said that he wanted to see the villa of Dushu Yizhi. Before he went to find her at the luxury dinner party yesterday, he turned to Yanhe and looked for Han Yifan.

Anyway, Han Yifan thought about selling the house before to make his own music. He and Bo Yan are high school classmates, and the Han family started from real estate. A family like theirs would not support him to be apostate, unwilling to be a designer and become an entertainer. And what kind of rock, heavy metal.

He had no choice but to sell his own house, raise funds on his own, to do what he liked. Anyway, the Han family's family business will not be handed over to him, naturally his brother will take care of it. Does he need to work hard?

Han Yifan took the key angrily and waved his hand in a dispirited way: "It's okay, you can go away."

"Something."

He spoke calmly.

Han Yi was puzzled, and raised his hand to let the bartender take two glasses of wine. The two walked to the VIP room with wine, he took a sip: "What's the matter?"