Mr.President, don't be too bad

"You can't......" Yan Xiao didn't feel it yet. He raised his head and looked at Yu Han as he spoke.

Yu Hanzheng looked at her with low eyes. For a moment, the air seemed to stagnate.

Yu Han's eyes were dark and deep, and his mood was so thick that people couldn't breathe well.

Yan Xiao pinched his tie and looked at the man's beautiful face close at hand. His heart beat fast almost like jumping out of his chest.

If a woman had been so close to him in the past and looked at him with such obsessed eyes, Yu cold iron would immediately push her away.

But at this moment, he just closed his thin lips.

The woman's bright red cherry lips coincide with the fragments in his mind, making his breathing a little heavy.

He clearly remembered that her red lips were sweet and soft, and even remembered the smoothness of her fingers when they touched her skin.

Somehow, the atmosphere suddenly became ambiguous.

Yu Han could not help but slowly lowered his head and leaned against Yan Xiao's cherry lips.

"Brother Yu, I'll go back..."

Just a second before their lips touched, the door was pushed open.

Zhang Xiaoyu stood at the door, looking at the men and women standing next to each other, and forgot what to say later.

Yu Han reacted first and quickly stepped back when he looked up.

"You came back just in time. Come and tie my tie."

After ten years of acting, Yu Han's control of emotion has already been perfected, but at this moment, there is still a trace of chagrin overflowing from the bottom of his eyes.

What the hell is he doing?

He came to Paris with a smile, not to roll the sheets with her, but to carry her.

But just now, he almost made the mistake he had made again.

"Oh, good." Zhang Xiaoyu hurriedly put down his things and walked over and took the tie in Yan Xiao's hand.

"Smile, go down and have a rest. You've been tired all day." Zhang Xiaoyu said.

Yan Xiao's eyes crossed the man's annoyed face, lowered his eyes, lifted the makeup box and went out without saying a word.

It happened that Mu Xinyuan had gone and returned. Seeing her lost look, a trace of doubt crossed her eyes.

Yan smiled downstairs, didn't even wash his face, and directly buried himself in the quilt.

At the moment, Emperor Jing Tiancheng, a movement has just ended.

Sima's long arm rested on Xia Yiwan's waist and held her tightly in his arms.

Xia Yiwan reached out and touched the man's short stubble without a moment. He seemed to have a lot of thoughts.

"What are you thinking?" Asked Simo.

Xia Yiwan put his head against his chest and said in a muffled voice, "why did you deny that Qing Cheng was invested by you?"

After a while, smerton said, "what you should see in making a film is the script. Do you want to see the investors?"

"But that's hundreds of millions." Xia Yiwan raised his head and looked at Si Mo: "Why are you so good to me?"

When the filming of Qing Cheng started, she only hated Si Mo, but he spent hundreds of millions on her.

Why?

"Just invest in a movie, just say hello?" Si Mo caresses Xia Yiwan's hair with some pain.

Xia Yiwan sighed faintly and put his hand around Si Mo's waist: "the money may not be much for you, but it's different for me." She was moved.

In the past, some men said they wanted to invest in movies for her, but the premise was to sleep with her.

But after sleeping with her, Si Mo spent hundreds of millions for her without letting her know.

The difference is too big.

Looking at her charming face, Sima's eyes were filled with a touch of - Pet - drowning tenderness.

His little girl is too easily moved, isn't she?