Fall In Love With The Third Revenged Princess

Yan Yuze's face gradually darkened.

So？

Yan Yuze, a small star of his own, has a price of up to one million people, fifty cents???

God damn little!!

More??

Is fifty cents more??

Yan Yuze, like a child, is very angry. Don't overdo it. He pretends to be very angry. He doesn't care about Yin xiaran and Mo Jiyan.

Anyway, these two people are the same, one nostril out of gas.

Yin xiaran and Mo Jiyan looked at each other. A trace of incomprehension flashed in their eyes, but they shook their heads helplessly.

"Well, if you really don't want to go, that's fine."

Yin Xia ran laughs. If Yan Yuze doesn't want to go on, they can't force others, just let him be.

"You're kidding. How can I not attend our own college activities? Besides, isn't there no one coming down from the sky? Then I have to go. "

Yan Yuze laughed, picked up the program list in his hand and murmured: "the best time has been given to me. Will others talk about anything?"

"Yes! They will say that we have opened the back door for you, and I am sure that we have given you the hidden rules. "

Yin xiaran grinned and glared at Yan Yuze. All day long, he didn't know what he was thinking in his mind.

"Well, since this is OK, tell me about yourself." Mo Jiyan pursed his lips and took the program back.

He will then sort out the program list, print it out and send it to each class, and also put the electronic version on the forum.

Yin xiaran also followed Yan Yuze to see the past.

Yan Yuze raised his hand and held his fingertips. He said lazily, "what can I say?"

What are you going to do with Chinese? Listen and see if you can help Mo Jiyan pursed his lips and his voice was cold.

He doesn't want to be in charge of it, but this is a brother. He doesn't have to take care of it.

If someone else did, he would not even ask.

"Didn't you just say that?" Yan Yuze has a flat mouth and is careless.

"Would you please pay attention to the examination? What I'm asking is, what are you going to do with Chinese? "

Yan Yuze blinked his eyes, which felt a strict taste of teachers.

Yan Yuze laughed, then nodded and said, "Oh, yes, I want to build my own studio."

"You want to be your own boss?" Yin xiaran took a sip of coffee and asked Yan Yuze.

Yan Yuze said.

It's almost like that.

Creating your own studio is no different from being a boss.

"Your father agreed?" Mo Jiyan asked.

Yan Yuze nodded again and naturally agreed.

"My father met with me today, and we talked a lot about it. In a word, we can't help it when our son grows up."

Yin xiaran put down her coffee cup and took a close look at Yan Yuze.

That's right.

If my son grows up, I can't help it.

There's nothing you can do about it.

"Xia ran."

Yan Yuze suddenly called Yin xiaran.

Yin xiaran is drooping his head, his forefingers around his hands, his mouth gently raised, with a smile, but unfathomable.

Hearing the sound, Yin Xia ran raised her head and looked at Yan Yuze, eh?

"What's the matter?" Yin xiaran asked.

"If I set up my own studio, I might be busy for a while."

"Yan Yan's side..."

Hearing this, Yin Xia sneered.

Is that a matter?

"You have a lot of choices now. You don't have to worry about these things. For example, you can ask Yan Yanjin to help you with the simplest way. "

Yan Yuze looks at Yin xiaran, and Yin xiaran raises eyebrows, HMM.

Take Gu Jinyan into Yan Yuze's studio, serve tea, pour water, and do anything.

"Yan Yan is not the kind of daughter, she can bend and stretch, anything can do, you let her from the miscellaneous to do, she can!"

"Didn't Nicole go with you? You can make Nicole look good. You're busy

Mo Jiyan didn't speak, he just folded his hands and looked at Yan Yuze and agreed with Yin xiaran.

See two people no longer speak.

The atmosphere gradually became colder.

Mo Jiyan threw the folder in his hand on the coffee table and suddenly got up.

"Yan Yan has recognized you. You are the one who doesn't have to worry about his wife's abandonment."

"I don't know what you're fretting about right now."

Xia Xueyi and Qian Yichen are also deeply emotional. They can't get rid of them. Xia Xueyi wants to take the initiative to attack Qian Yi Chen.

He alone.Yin xiaran is the queen. If you want to rush to Yin xiaran, you are afraid that you will not have half a life.

He doesn't dare to make a move.

"It's like your wife won't want you."

This is not what Yan Yuze said.

It's about Yin xiaran.

Yin xiaran rolled his eyes at Mo Jiyan's back. Mo Jiyan yawned and sat at his desk. He raised his hand to control the computer. He couldn't help muttering: "my wife, I don't know how many people are staring at me. I'm sure you can't I really can run. "

"You look up to your wife too much."

Yin xiaran laughed and satirized.

His wife thinks highly of him.

Where is his wife who can run?

Yin Xia ran smacked his tongue and took a meaningful look at Mo Jiyan.

Mo Jiyan did not speak, but only laughed and shrugged his shoulders.

Yan Yuze is sitting on the sofa, although two people seem to be quarreling, but invisible, but was severely stuffed with a ration.

Always feel that no matter what these two people do, they reveal the feeling of love.

A quarrel can be a world war for others.

But in Mo Jiyan and Yin xiaran, it's just like the adjustment agent of feelings. It has to be.

"No, I'll go back first."

Yan Yuze gently coughed and said, "I come here to tell you that we will go out for dinner together in the evening."

"Dinner again?"

Mo Jiyan looked up, and suddenly he was a little suspicious.

Yan Yuze frowned slightly, a trace of perplexity flashed in his eyes.

Dinner again?

What does he mean by this sentence? What is it called again??

"What happened to the dinner party?"

Yan Yuze pursed his lips and looked at Mo Jiyan.

Mo Jiyan shook his head.

"Tut Tut, I wish we could get together a few more times. Now it's great."

"If you have a wife, a dinner party is a thing you dislike."

Yan Yuze shook his head and walked out.

Mo Jiyan did not speak, just looked at the computer, saved the pictures in the computer, and sent them to the forum with the official account number.

Yin xiaran took the last sip of coffee and licked her lips.

"I'm gone, too."

"To where?" He asked.

Yin Xia ran stood up straight, with a coat in one hand, "back to the villa."

Mo Jiyan looked at her and couldn't help asking, "leave me here alone?"

"Otherwise?" Yin Xia ran helpless, "I find ten eight little girls to accompany you or how?"

"Ten or eight, that's not necessary. You can accompany me."

Yin xiaran snorted coldly, threw down the coat in his hand and went towards Mo Jiyan.

Mo Jiyan was indifferent, watching her get closer and closer.