Dingdong, Mr.Yan spoils wife crazily online!

The spray on the Internet was like a sharp blade, which pierced her heart.

But her only straw annoyed her.

Yan Xingyu closed his eyes and interrupted her, saying coldly, "if you're afraid, just quit the circle..."

Back off?

Lu Qiumeng was stunned at the speech.

"No, I don't want to." Lu Qiumeng refused. After so much suffering, she finally climbed to this position.

Let her give up easily? It's impossible!

And Gu zhixia, she hasn't let her suffer!

Lu Qiumeng opened his mouth and asked carefully, "Xingyu, can you accompany me abroad for a few days?"

She finished and waited quietly for Yan Xingyu's reaction.

Yan Xingyu didn't answer immediately. He paused, and a disdainful smile hit Lu Qiumeng's heart through the microphone.

"I'm crazy to accompany you abroad? What's more, the media are so focused now. Are you sure you don't mean to make trouble for me?"

Lu Qiumeng's heart suddenly sank.

She should have expected that Yan Xingyu was just a plaything to her. Now she's in trouble. He's tired of her. It's normal for him to want to throw her away.

But she was still unwilling.

The only thing she can grasp now is Yan Xingyu!

With her understanding of him, Lu Qiumeng spoke slowly in silence, "Paris. Gu zhixia, she will also go these days."

Yan Xingyu will be interested in anything related to Gu zhixia.

This time is no exception.

As soon as Yan Xingyu heard Gu zhixia's name, he immediately became serious. He stretched out his hand and pushed away the hostess who kept sticking to him. Holding the mobile phone, his hands on his knees, bowed, and his deep eyes stared at the wine bottle in front like eagle eyes.

In the private room of the club, the lights are blurred.

"You said that zhixia would also go to Paris?"

"Yes, Xingyu, at that time, you can pretend to meet by chance." Lu Qiumeng calculated his idea and strongly suggested.

Now, as long as she can trap Yan Xingyu around her, it doesn't matter if she uses the woman she hates most as bait!

Yan Xingyu touched his chin and smiled brightly.

"Hey, you said so! In that case, I'll go to Paris with you." Yan Xingyu promised happily, which was completely different from the way he refused her just now.

That's the difference.

She and Gu know the difference between Xia.

Lu Qiumeng listened, and the corners of his mouth gradually aroused a self mocking smile.

Yan Xingyu took a positive attitude. Before Lu Qiumeng spoke, he had made intimate arrangements for her, "Qiumeng, where are you now? Do you need me to send someone to pick you up? Or should I pick you up in person? Otherwise, let's pack up and fly to Paris tonight?"

His words were full of eagerness.

Yan Xingyu stood up as he spoke, and went straight out of the club despite the cries of his companions behind him.

In the early winter evening, the evening wind was getting colder and colder, which made him tremble only in the autumn thin suit.

"OK." Lu Qiumeng almost promised with his back teeth, "send your address later."

She hung up without waiting for Yan Xingyu to speak again.

After stretching his face for a long time, he finally collapsed at the moment of hanging up the phone.

Gu zhixia, Gu zhixia!

Why does everything about her have something to do with this woman?!

When on earth will she get rid of her!

Yan Xingyu, are you so obsessed with her?

What is worse than Gu zhixia? Is it true that the more you can't get it, the more you will be remembered?

Lu Qiumeng lowered his eyes and glanced at the name of Yan Xingyu displayed on the screen.

Unfortunately, she can't learn to take care of Xia's hard to get.

She must hold Yan Xingyu tightly.

Lu Qiumeng sighed heavily, then turned her head, and she forbeared.

As long as she can be with him, no matter what the situation is, she will bear it!

"How about Qiumeng?"

Yang Tianxia, sitting on the side, saw that Lu Qiumeng hung up the phone, so he couldn't wait to ask her.

She didn't know that Lu Qiumeng wanted to go abroad with Yan Xingyu.

After looking back, I felt that her decision was quite correct.

Lu Qiumeng closed his mobile phone, turned his head and looked at Yang Tianxia, who wanted to know the situation. He smiled proudly at the corners of his mouth. "Of course it's successful. Let the driver take me back to my apartment. I'm going to fly to Paris tonight."

Yang Tianxia's face relaxed immediately. She called the driver in a hurry. She got out of the car. She told, "Qiumeng, you go back to your apartment first. Be careful on the way. I'll deal with this activity."

She accompanied Lu Qiumeng out to participate in public welfare activities. Naturally, she always paid attention to the feedback on the microblog.

Seeing that the situation is wrong, of course, we have to withdraw early.

But Lu Qiumeng can leave first because of physical discomfort, but as an agent, she can't.

"Oh." Lu Qiumeng answered faintly.

Reach out and pull the door of the nanny, cutting off Yang Tianxia's sight.

The nanny car starts slowly. Lu Qiumeng leans lightly against the window. Yu Guang looks at Yang Tianxia standing in place and staring at himself, feeling depressed.

There is no good mood to travel abroad.

The nanny car drove out of the activity site. Before long, her mobile phone vibrated again.

Lu Qiumeng thought it was an annoying media reporter. He frowned and was about to hang up, but the moment he saw the remarks, he pressed down his anger.

It's Yang Tianxia.

When she was asked to help herself before, she didn't give advice.

Now, I'm concerned.

Lu Qiumeng's cold eyes flashed a trace of displeasure and slowly connected the phone.

"Hello?"

"Qiumeng, I thought about it. Your recent resources are not very good, and you know it."

Yang Tianxia listened to the shallow breathing sound from the other end of the phone and said tentatively with a little care, "do you want to take this opportunity again?"

Yan Xingyu is the young master of Yan's group. His identity and status are there. Although his reputation in the circle is general, as long as he can get in touch with him, Lu Qiumeng's resource problem should also be better?

At least, for the sake of Shanda group.

Presumably, those brands will not easily lift the endorsement of the contract.

Yang Tianxia's wishful thinking may not be without Lu Qiumeng. She smiled, lowered her head and looked at the nails she had just made a few days ago.

The dark red color glowed in the sunshine, but it fell like blood in her eyes.

"How to grasp?"

She wants to hear Yang Tianxia's opinion.

Yang Tianxia did not hide it, and said bluntly, "it's better to put the news of your trip to the paparazzi and let them follow."

Haven't the media been staring at Lu Qiumeng recently? Then let them watch!

Give them resources in vain so that they don't spend money on publicity.

This pool of water has long been muddy. Just stir it more thoroughly!

She doesn't believe that, in the name of Yan Xingyu, who else dares to disturb Lu Qiumeng.

Gu zhixia is just a little smart by virtue of herself. Compared with Yan Xingyu, what is she?

When Lu Qiumeng heard Yang Tianxia's proposal, his eyes lit up.

"That's right, let's do it." she only wanted to catch Yan Xingyu. Now she thinks it's a plan to hold Yan Xingyu close to her.

On the other hand, naturally, we should make good use of him!

Using his identity

Lu Qiumeng felt that Yang Tianxia had helped him right once, and his gloomy mood was suddenly clear. The tone of voice was much lighter, "sister Yang, your suggestion is really good! Very good."

Listening to Lu Qiumeng getting active on the other end of the phone, Yang Tianxia was also a little relieved.

The eye breeze flied not far away and was waiting for the person in charge of his own activities, "pay attention to your own safety. I have something to deal with."

She said that and hung up.

The crew recently gave Gu zhixia a big holiday because of an accident. Gu zhixia spent a day in the hospital and really couldn't carry it and ran home.

But in order to maintain the setting of "heroic injury", she can only stay at home and can't go out

In the bright living room, a huge widescreen TV is hung in the center of the wall.

All kinds of MV pictures flashed on the screen. As soon as the familiar prelude was released, Gu zhixia's eyes flashed and couldn't help shaking gently with the rhythm.

She was wearing loose pajamas and dancing in a strange way, but she was unexpectedly in tune with the song style.

"Fasten your seat belt and take you to travel through the wind and rain."

"I'll take you to romantic Turkey, and then go to Tokyo and Paris..."

Gu zhixia's voice came out through the microphone, but it was not difficult to hear from it. Each lyrics had a little sweet meaning.

She smiled and sang, while Yan Sihan sat on the sofa, his slender and symmetrical legs overlapping, looking at her with a spoiled face, as if she was full of energy.

Her eyes were fixed and never left her for a moment.

Gu zhixia turned around and looked at each other. At that moment, his heart suddenly... Suddenly missed a beat.

Ah, it's hard for her to catch such affectionate eyes!

Gu zhixia coughed, turned around silently and devoted himself to singing.

She sang vigorously, but only for a moment.

Before long, the song was coming to an end. She held the microphone, sat back in her seat and hummed to the large electronic screen in front of her.

Without singing a few words, he put down the microphone and lay down on the back of the chair.

"Tired?"

Seeing this, Yan Sihan asked.

"Ah... A little."

She sang a few songs in a carnival, which was really boring.

The remote control raised her hand, and the happy music stopped. She raised her hand to support her chin and looked at Yan Sihan blearily.

It seems that even my throat is a little dry and painful

Gu zhixia tilted his mouth and handed him the microphone, "do you sing?"

Speaking of it, she seems to have never heard Yan Sihan sing?

However, his usual voice is very magnetic. He has such a nice dry voice that he can sing well if he wants to.

Thinking so, Gu zhixia couldn't help but have a faint expectation.

But Yan Sihan was not easily fooled. He picked up the microphone with a slight tip of his eyebrow, but put it on the tea table. He asked softly in a low voice, "don't you sing?"