"Don't just look at the value of the face, this plot is also very tolerable."
Yan Lihan glanced casually, and said lightly: "I remember you used to seem to like a male celebrity, what's your name?"
At the mention of this, Shang Yinran coldly said, "Don't mention Lin Qinghang, I have forgotten his name long ago!"
"Tsk!" He squeezed her chin, and he smiled slightly, "Didn't you forget what it was called?"
"Yeah, forget it." Shang Yinran sloppy.
Yan Lihan let her go and leaned back on the bedside, "There is a charity dinner tomorrow. I wanted to take you there, but now it seems that you can't go."
"Hey? Why? Why can't I go?"
"I heard that Lin Qinghang is the guest performer. He returned after four years and attracted many people to join him."
"Then I want to go too!"
"I see you gritted your teeth at him, go see him?"
"Who said to watch him, can't I go to the charity party?"
He reached out and rubbed her hair, "Why don't you like him suddenly?"
"The time he lied to me, caused you to be caught and kicked out of Yan."
It turned out to be because of this.
Feeling soft, he hugged her, "It's over, if you like it, you like it."
"I don't like it." She looked up, her eyes sparkling like stars, "I like you."
The night is beginning.
The men and women in costumes were mixed.
At 8 o'clock in the evening, Shang Yinran was held on his severe cold arm, and he was late.
And as soon as he appeared, it attracted everyone's attention.
The man is dressed in a black suit, noble and hand-made, male and female, sharp and beautiful.
"Why did you come!"
Fu Mingrui came up with Mu Mu and greeted Shang Yinran.
Severely cold said indifferently: "What is the hurry, the time is just right."
Fu Mingrui snorted, "Say hello to Zhang Lao?"
"natural."
Take Shang Yinran to see the host of the banquet tonight.
Shang Yinran wore a white evening gown today, swaying and growing lotus step by step.
After the small talk, it was the dance party.
The music is floating in the venue, and some people have gradually gone to the dance center. Soon, Severe Han put down his wine glass, and Fu Mingrui looked at him and asked, "What are you doing?"
"Dancing." Thin lips uttered two words softly, and he was already walking towards Shang Yinran.
The waist was tight, and she was in that person's arms.
On the dance floor, she was docile and well-behaved, snuggling in front of him.
His arms locked her, entangled tightly.
The soothing music suddenly changed into a passionate tango.
"Li Han." Shang Yin was surprised.
Severe cold curled his lips, "Follow me."
She wasn't very good at it, but he took it, and the two were in a tacit understanding, as if they were one.
Liang Wu came to an end for a while, and Severe Han was called away. Before he left, he told Shang Yinran to wait obediently.
She nodded, found the sofa by herself, and ate a plate of cakes happily.
"Hi."
Suddenly, someone greeted her.
Shang Yinran turned his head and was taken aback.
Here comes a burgundy suit, gentle and handsome.
It is Lin Qinghang.
Later, she never met him, and never paid attention to his news.
"It's been a long time, won't you forget it?" Lin Qinghang said, frowned slightly, "It shouldn't be, isn't it my fan?"
"It's not anymore." Shang Yinran said coldly.
Lin Qinghang smiled, "That said, you still remember me."
I really don't want to talk to him, Shang Yinran lowered his head and continued to eat the cake.
"It looks like you hate me?"
"No, it's very disgusting."
"Miss Shang, I have owed you an apology for so many years."
"You finally admitted it!"
Lin Qinghang shrugged, "It was also for friends."
Li Han had already forgiven Zhou Xian, as for Lin Qinghang, it seemed that there was no need to care.
But she still feels uncomfortable.
When Severe Han returned, she saw Shang Yinran and Lin Qinghang talking.
Feng's eyes flashed unpleasantly, didn't she say she hated Lin Qinghang
Sure enough, women are duplicity.
He can remember that she was once infatuated with Lin Qinghang.
"Yin Yin."
A low male voice came suddenly.
Shang Yinran stood up and walked towards him, "Li Han."
Severe Han expressed his satisfaction with her dependence. He put his arms around her slender waist and looked at Lin Qinghang.
Lin Qinghang stood up, respectfully: "Hello, Mr. Yan."
Severe Han nodded indifferently, and asked her indifferently, "Is the cake delicious?"
She nodded, "It's delicious."
Upon seeing this, Lin Qinghang retreated quietly.
Severe cold after a glimpse of it, his eyes flashed with pride.
"You are jealous." She giggled.
Severe cold coughed slightly, his expression was slightly unnatural, "Don't talk nonsense."
"Are I talking nonsense, you know it yourself."
Back at Yan's house, it was already twelve o'clock at night.
The person in her arms has already fallen asleep.
Severe cold softly ordered the driver to help him open the door and hug her out of the car.
Hugging her upstairs all the way into the bedroom, she touched the bed and immediately adjusted a comfortable position by herself.
He pulled the quilt to cover her, then kissed her lightly on the forehead, and said, "My wife, good night."