Yang Can followed her gaze in amazement, but saw a red sports car getting down and down a 28-year-old young man of Moyo, who was twenty-eight and nine years old, holding a bunch of bright red roses in his hands, with a handsome face and skin. White, coupled with a well-fitting white "color" suit, is really good enough to be called a handsome guy, of course, this is measured by the usual taste and taste.
In Yang Can's opinion, this little white face is too rouge, and his skin is more white and tender than ordinary women. A bunch of eyes are slightly dull, and there is a faintly dark "color", and more importantly his red "color" The consciousness was very muddy, which made Yang Can couldn't help but turn around amusedly: "Little girl, your vision is too bad, right? This kid is not good at first sight."
"Hey, you are obviously jealous. The jealous parents are more handsome than you... Men... Be generous..." Xia Meng teased Yang Can and always did not leave any room, just patted his shoulders and shook his head pretendingly.
But Zhang Dabao is rare to stand on Yang Can's side this time, and he said unconvincedly, "Fart... I agree with Yang Can's statement that only women with nympho will like this type of softball... Men want Looks like a man."
"Okay, you call me a nympho..." Xia Meng slapped Zhang Dabao viciously in the past, and Zhang Dabao repeatedly begged for mercy: "Don't "milk" or "milk", I really didn't mean you, who doesn't know you and Yang Can It is through a pair of trousers..."
"Whoever has the same pants as him, we Taiwanese girls like to speak in a gentle voice. I don't like this kind of big old man." Anything from Xia Meng's babble Taiwanese accent makes men feel very comfortable. Even the "fart column" sounded like flirting, and everyone was crawling softly.
While Yang Can was also laughing, the little reporter from the Nancheng Morning Post next to him hummed and said, "You don't have any eyesight anymore. Look at the other Versace. It's a Lamborghini. It must be a big one..."
"Well, I think his watch is from Patek Jade... Isn't it the second generation of the official? This is too arrogant, aren't we afraid that we will expose his mother?" Someone said uncomfortably.
"You know what a shit, and he doesn't even recognize him. He is Song Yingxu, the son of Song Zhenning, the boss of Tianying Film Company. He used to chase after Yang Xiuya. Then he went to the United States. He just returned to China last week. I am afraid that he is still blocking him today. Yang Xiuya's, right?"
Listening to Yang Can instinctively, he turned around and asked the person next to him: "Yang Xiuya came to the Water Conservancy Hall today?"
"Why? Don't you know? She took the public service advertisement for Nancheng Civilized City Construction. The people from the municipal party committee will have dinner with her after the meeting. By the way, take this opportunity to promote the public service advertisement."
Yang Can was really surprised. He was not in Nancheng these days and Yang Xiuya received such an advertisement. It seems that the entertainment industry is really changing rapidly. Looking at the little white face Song Yingxu Yang Can felt a little funny, but there was no reason for something wrong. Feelings, this little white face turned out to be chasing Yang Xiuya.
"Touching" his chin, he wondered to himself whether he, a reporter, would find a chance to cover his head and drag him into the toilet for a meal? After all, Yang Xiuya is the face of our South Weekly, and cannot be defiled by this kid, even thinking about it.
Yang Can has been with Yang Xiuya for a while, but knows that she has been chased by many so-called brothers, but basically she would not even look at them straight.
"You said, will Yang Xiuya accept his flowers?" Zhang Dabao couldn't help but gossip. After all, reporters are very concerned about such issues.
Xia Meng wrinkled her nose and nodded with a hum, "If it was me, I would accept it, coax him first, then make a few Tianying company movies, and then kick her..."
"Xia Meng... You are too evil." The other person disagreed, "I don't think it will be. I haven't seen Yang Xiuya have any scandals other than Zhang Jie. I heard that those suitors in the past were directly involved. Throw the flowers in the trash can."
"Song Yingxu is different... The parents are handsome, rich, and personable." The person who recognized Song Yingxu just now began to refute: "The most important thing is the backstage of Tianying Company. It is said that he is still a creative talent. I think it is Yang Yang. Xiuya, it's impossible not to be unmoved, right?"
"Cut, I see Yang Xiuya being cold and cold all day under the camera, her temper stubborn and unhappy..." This must have suffered from Yang Xiuya's loss, and her tone was sour and said: "Maybe, what does she have? Mental illness..."
"Yes, yes! I think Zhang Jie will have an affair. There must be other hidden secrets. Maybe Yang Xiuya is a lesbian." Now these little reporters began to use their imagination.
The more Yang Can listened, the more unpleasant he was, and he hurriedly smiled and interrupted: "Hey... You are regular reporters, don't make yourself like a paparazzi and want to make "chaotic" things."
"Hey, let's just talk about it here, Yang Xiuya can't hear it again, Yang Can, you defend her like this, do you have a leg with Yang Xiuya?"
"Maybe... I heard that Yang Xiuya went to shoot the cover of Southern Weekly before. Maybe you peeked at Yang Xiuya to change clothes and became "fascinated" by her? Honestly, you secretly followed her a few times. ?"
Yang Can listened to this group of people talking more and more unreliable, and couldn't help shaking his head and said: "To tell you the truth, I lived with Yang Xiuya before, used a toilet, and followed a fart... "When the reporter was busy, he always slept on the sofa in the living room and got up in the morning to go out with her.
"Cut, Yang Can, your cowhide is too big, right." Xia Meng and Zhang Dabao both glanced at him with disdain, and said with a funny face, "Are you going crazy looking at Yang Xiuya's poster? A crazy movie "fan"?"
"Now, let me prove it to you." Yang Can started talking and joking half-truth: "Yesterday was Yang Xiuya's weekly piano training day. She must be depressed the day when she was famous for her clumsiness. Today you are careful. Look at her face, it must be Long Doudou!."
However, as soon as Yang Can's hippie smile fell, the sound of "Tara" in high heels came from behind him. Everyone including Xia Meng and Zhang Dabao was stunned, looking at Yang Can's back stupidly.
At this moment, Xia Meng pointed her finger at Yang Can's back in a daze. Yang Can looked back, wearing a white and flawless dress with low corners and high heels, her beautiful straight hair curled up in her ears. Yang Xiuya, with an elegant hair bun and amazing beauty exuding all over her body, is standing behind them.
There was no trace of blemish on Bai Nen's silky face, and Mei Yuan stared at Yang Can angrily.
Yang Can was also stunned. He just joked casually with this group of colleagues just now, and didn't expect them to really believe what he said. After all, he didn't expect Yang Xiuya to appear behind him at this time.
The eyes of the two intertwined in the air and they felt a strange feeling.
A reporter, a star, two parallel lines that are absolutely impossible to meet, but now they are full of subtle relationships. They spend a lot of time together, and they both know each other very well. It's hard to talk about intimacy.
However, no matter how good Yang Xiuya's personal relationship is with Yang Can, it is absolutely impossible to point out. After all, she is not an ordinary woman. It is one of her jobs to maintain her perfect birth image, which is stipulated in the contract.
The agent Yang Yan cast a blaming look at the indifferent Yang Can, but Yang Xiuya didn't even glance at Yang Can, and went straight to him, her lips were still and she said something in a very small voice. : "Say more, next time I won't forgive you." Not only did it not mean to blame, it was full of affection.
"Xiuya." When the little white face saw Yang Xiuya, he immediately lifted his spirits, with a bright smile on his face, patted his clothes and walked towards him: "Long time no see, I just returned home." A large bouquet of roses was handed to her.
Yang Xiuya seemed to have noticed his existence only then, her flawless face was slightly taken aback, and then she said indifferently, "Song Yingxu, why are you here?" But she did not reach out to pick up his flowers.