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Chapter 20 Turn around

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    Zhao Yi withdrew her hand, let go of Song Xiaolan, took a step back, and kept a distance from him.

    Song Xiaolan didn't move, but her red ears couldn't fool anyone.

    Zhao Yi laughed, the laughter was as crisp as a bell, but she didn't speak, and turned and went into the bathroom.

    As soon as she left, Song Xiaolan came back to her senses. She was leaning against the wall, her brows were tightly frowned, and her breathing was unsteady.

    ¡ª¡ª"Heh, Bing Xin, Yu Jie, can they be eaten? Sooner or later, they will be played to death by this society."

    ¡ª¡ª "How long can you be pure in this circle?"

    Every word of hers is loaded with heavy emotions.  This was the first time Song Xiaolan heard her say harsh words.  But my heart really hurts, like ants gnaw, I can't find the source, I can't strangle it to death.

    Song Xiaolan was born in a Peking Opera family with a good family tradition.  It was the first time he met a breathtaking, psychedelic and magical woman like Zhao Yi.

    Gold master, female director, young, these words are mixed together, colliding with colorful topics, which makes people talk about it with great interest.  What's behind the colors, no one wants to know.

    Song Xiaolan is the same, never thought about what kind of person she is?  Is it really just a woman raised by the gold master?

    He hates her, even loathes her, and wants to stay away from her.  Finally, when the finale came, he made a clean break from then on, and never accepted any dramas directed by her again.

    But just now, her words that carried a lot of weight were piercing into his heart.

    Song Xiaolan lost.

    Song Xiaolan lost this game between women and men.  Lost to his hormones, and also lost to his jade-like clear and clean heart.

    Darkness and light, turbidity and clarity are always so eager to blend.

    *

    Zhao Yi sat on the toilet, staring at the floor with knives in his eyes.

    She never cared what others thought or said about her.

    The reason why people care about the sounds around them is probably because these sounds will have a good or bad impact on your life.  The power of rumors is boundless, affecting family members, friends, relatives

    Anyway, in Zhao Yi's life, there will be no happy marriage, family, or children.  Come and go alone.  Rumors are like huge waves, like turbulent waves, she doesn't care.

    Zhao Yi couldn't understand why she wanted to cry just now.

    That's ridiculous.

    How many years has she not smiled?  Can't remember.  She only knows that in this fucking world, tears are the most useless thing.

    Soft, crystal clear, without any strength, nothing compared to a pair of white thighs.

    Song Xiaolan is obviously annoyed, but he won't get angry.

    Zhao Yi liked the way he restrained himself very much.  Thinking about it, I smiled casually.

    never mind.

    forget it.

    He is so chaste, how can he fall into the quagmire?

    *

    ? At one o'clock in the morning, the finale banquet ended, Zhao Yi and Luo Ke were the last to leave.

    Luo Keke supported Zhao Yi, and while calling for a substitute driver, he patted her back.

    Zhao Yi's stomach hurts, but she can bear it, and she has endured it like this for five or six years.  She didn't even frown, her whole face was ruddy, like a peach blossom in full bloom, alluring and charming.

    The driver applauded, and the two stood at the door waiting for someone to come.

    The moonlight is strong, sprinkled on the ground, and the light and shadow are mottled.  The night wind blew, and the alcohol in Zhao Yi's stomach dissipated a little, and she became sober, and wanted to sit in the car, so she looked up at the parking lot.

    On the other side of the car, there was a white silhouette. She couldn't see his face, but she was firmly attracted to it.

    The wind came and blew the hair on her forehead, disturbing her sight.  The wind blows, and the white silhouette slowly enters her eyes.

    Song Xiaolan was standing beside her car, waiting for her.

    Zhao Yi raised her eyebrows slightly, forgetting to respond.

    Song Xiaolan stood there when she saw her, smiling slightly.

    Zhao Yi subconsciously recognized and opened his eyes, pretending not to look at him.

    This was the first time she refused to look directly, because she was afraid that her smile would jump out of her eyes.  She also has times to be afraid.

    ?This quagmire is so deep, there must always be someone standing by wearing clean clothes, whether it is singing or dancing, it is always necessary.

    She originally wanted to let him go, but just now, she regretted it.

    This quagmire is what he wants to jump into, and it has nothing to do with Zhao Yi.

    Whether it's a quagmire or a swamp, it's a good thing to have someone to accompany you.

    *

    Rococo followed Zhao Yi's gaze and saw?Song Xiaolan frowned slightly, and whispered to Zhao Yi: "Don't play with fire, Brother Qi's people are everywhere."

    Zhao Yi looked at Song Xiaolan and smiled.

    "rest assured."

    Rococo has a wide range, but it also has limits.  He frowned and left.

    Zhao Yi watched Song Xiaolan walk up to her, her mouth was silent, but her eyes were talking.

    There are pride, joy, and fear.

    Song Xiaolan's eyebrows and eyes were peaceful, and the wind was blowing his hair again, so gentle: "You're drunk, you can't drive."

    Zhao Yi: "I can call a substitute driver."

    Song Xiaolan looked so frank, but he didn't have much confidence: "You're a woman, so it's not safe."

    Zhao Yi didn't ask any more questions, and slowly approached him, the faint fragrance of his body poured into her nose.

    It smells very good, like the orchid in the mountains, with a very faint fragrance floating under the moonlight.  In comparison, the surrounding flowers and plants are much more tacky.

    Zhao Yi bent over and tilted her head, her snow-white chest and hooks were in a place Song Xiaolan could see when she raised her eyes.  She put her face close to his ear, stared at him, and said softly:

    "No regrets?"

    Song Xiaolan refused to accept her, "Can I go?"

    Zhao Yi still tilted her head and stared at him: "No."

    Song Xiaolan was angry, she was playing tricks on purpose.  But helpless, he could only bend down, "Come up."

    Zhao Yi: "I have no strength."

    Song Xiaolan's voice was feeble: "You're making progress."

    Zhao Yi smiled, she liked him so much that he was angry.

    "I don't, I really can't go."

    Song Xiaolan had no choice but to wrap her arms around her legs and lift her up.

    What a bad woman.

    *

    Zhao Yi's body was close to his hot body, very warm and reassuring.  She nestled her head deeply on his neck and shoulders, and the carbon dioxide she exhaled entered Song Xiaolan's collar, which was warm and numb.

    Song Xiaolan frowned: "Why do you drink so much?"

    Zhao Yi was straightforward: "Because you rejected me."

    What she said was true.

    She thought that after the filming of this scene, the two of them would no longer have anything to do with each other.

    For those who practice art, there are those who make small achievements with acquired hard work; those who rely on the ancestral master to enjoy food, are full of spirituality, understand everything, and catch a lot of audiences.  Such as Song Xiaolan's type.

    Zhao Yi is so poor, how can he afford to hire first-line actors?  I dare not even think about it.

    Song Xiaolan stopped answering.

    How is he going to tell her how bad Zhao Yi is?  Attacking his defense again and again, blatantly seducing him again and again.

    He couldn't even say it, he was the one who surrendered first and disarmed.

    Seeing that he didn't answer, Zhao Yi didn't say anything herself.  She was afraid that if she talked too much, she would frighten Song Xiaolan.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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