Mr.President, don't be too bad

The sweet pure music flows slowly and falls into Yu Han's ear.

He glanced in the direction of his mobile phone, but suddenly his body stiffened.

That's Mu Xinyuan's number.

Yan Xiaoyi's eyes closed lightly, his mind was confused, and his hand touched the man's fiery back while he gasped gently.

Suddenly, his hands were empty, a gust of wind blew, and the fire hot back disappeared.

"Sorry." When Yu Han's hoarse voice sounded, Yan Xiao's almost naked body was covered by a quilt.

Yan Xiao's mind still stayed on the intimacy just now. He opened his eyes mistily, but there was no trace of Yu Han by the bed.

Yan Xiao was stunned in an instant. When he reacted, his ruddy cheeks turned pale inch by inch.

Yu Han, who returned to his room, gasped and closed the door.

What the hell was he doing just now?

He loved Mu Xinyuan. From beginning to end, he never thought about how to laugh with Yan.

But just now, he did such a terrible thing to Yan Xiao as if he had been fascinated by ghosts. If Mu Xinyuan hadn't called, he would have made a big mistake.

Yu Han covered his face, rubbed it, looked down at his unbearable body, and turned into the bathroom.

After taking a cold bath half an hour later, Yu Han reopened the bedroom door.

The room was quiet, and there was no movement except his gasp.

Yu Han took a long breath and took back his mobile phone from the guest room.

There is a missed call on the phone.

He didn't answer, and Mu Xinyuan didn't fight again.

Looking at the number, Mu Xinyuan's face floated in front of her, but then it was covered by another beautiful and ruddy face.

Yu Han sighed irritably and threw away his mobile phone.

When walking through the road and looking at the crowd, Yan Xiao still has an unreal feeling.

Everything just now was like a dream she had.

But she knew it was not a dream.

At the thought of the situation just now, Yan Xiao couldn't help screaming.

"Ah!"

The sharp and irritable voice startled the hearts of the people around, and then cast their eyes of contempt or pity.

Xia Yi saw Yan Xiao in the evening. In fact, the next afternoon, the location was the studio.

Prepare for the new advertising in Xia Yi evening.

"Honey, why are your eyes so dark?"

Xia Yiwan looked at the lifeless Yan in the mirror and asked with a smile.

"Didn't sleep well, that still need to ask?" Yan smiled at her.

Xia Yiwan looked at her with concern: "aunt is coming?"

"No."

"Then why?"

Why?

Why?

"Or because of Yu Han, that bastard!" Yan Xiao lowered his voice, grinding his teeth, and said with some gnashing of teeth.

Looking at Yan Xiao's irritability like a lit firecracker, Xia Yiwan gave a "click" in his heart.

"You..."

"Go try on your clothes first and talk about that bastard later." Yan Xiao rubbed her face powerlessly and pushed her out.

When Xia Yiwan finished trying on her clothes, Yan Xiaowo fell asleep in the chair, but she kept muttering something.

Xia Yiwan listened attentively and almost burst into laughter.

"Yu Han, you son of a bitch! I have to fuck you! "

Half an hour later, they found a coffee shop and sat down.

Yan Xiao did not wait for Xia Yi to ask this time, but directly poured out the things of the first day.

Xia Yiwan was stunned. After a long time, he asked, "is this a gun fire?"

"Fart!" Yan Xiao burst out a rude remark: "obviously, the gun was wiped, and the fire didn't come out!"