Post-shadow Development Plan

And from time to time, he teased Ryan to purse his mouth and show a happy smile.

Qiye didn't pursue the matter of starring in his own movie that Ryan mentioned just now.

He thought it was Ryan who said that deliberately in order to get rid of Murdoch.

Although there were not very pleasant episodes in the middle, Ryan and Qiye still had a pleasant night.

Probably moved by Yu Ryan's behavior of giving up his development in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and coming to his side.

Qiye tried her best to keep Ryan in a happy mood tonight.

Coming out of the hotel where the party was held, the familiar black car Yaya had already parked at the door.

Serra opened the door and waited quietly for Qiye to get in the car.

Ryan glanced at the vehicle and the maid, then stopped suddenly.

Qiye smiled and said, "Where are you going to live tonight?"

Ryan looked at Qiye and asked with a smile, "Yeah, where are you going?"

Seven nights tentatively said: "Go to my place, I will let Sera and the others clean up your room as soon as possible."

The place Qiye mentioned was naturally not his villa in New York.

However, due to work, Ziyuan also provided a villa for Qiye in Hollywood.

But different from the one in New York, this house belongs to Jiufeng Company, not Qiye himself.

After all, coming to Los Angeles for seven nights is far less frequent than coming to New York.

So besides Qiye, that villa will be used by other people when he is not in Hollywood.

But there was no one in that villa today except Qiye and the two maids.

But now it seems that Qiye has plans to increase the overnight population.

"Well..." Ryan hesitated for a while, and finally nodded and said, "Okay."

"Please, my fair lady."

Qiye let Ryan get into the car first, then got into the car from the other side, and then motioned for Sierra to drive back.

The black car drove away from the entrance of the hotel and rushed along Beverly Hills.

Ten minutes later, the car stopped in front of a modern villa.

The sky was dark, but the shining lights illuminated the manor brightly.

Looking at the huge and luxurious villa in front of him, Ryan couldn't help exclaiming: "Qiye, Ziyuan is so kind to you. You actually let you live in such a big place alone."

"It's not just that there are more people who know how to use it." Qiye explained casually: "So we have arranged separate rooms for everyone."

"Of course I know, it's not like I haven't lived before."

Ryan pursed his lips and said, she looked at the man jealously with her hands on her chest.

Qiye grabbed Ryan's hand and whispered: "Ryan, in fact, you can come and live often."

Ryan turned his head to look at Qiye.

After a while, she showed a bright smile and agreed.

"Okay, that's what you said."

The car stopped at the entrance of the villa, Qiye pulled Ryan out of the car.

Tell Sierra to park the car in the garage.

"Do you want to drink? If necessary, I will ask Lijie Lite to go to the wine cellar to get a bottle."

After entering the door, Nanaya asked while hanging the coat on the wall.

"You won't drink with me?" Ryan asked teasingly.

"You know how much I drink..."

Ryan squeezed his chin and said, "As punishment for not being able to drink, you have to accompany me to the wine cellar to get wine."

Qiye felt very strange about Ryan's proposal, but he obediently followed Ryan to the wine cellar.

The wine cellar in this villa is very large, but none of the wines in it are particularly expensive.

And more than 70 percent of the entire cellar is filled with beer—an alcoholic music producer personally requested it.

Of course, although there are many beers, it is not all beer.

There are not no other kinds of wine, but there are not as many beers.

Qiye took Ryan to walk among the wine racks and asked, "What do you want to drink? Beer? Vodka? Whiskey?"

Ryan stopped in front of the champagne rack, and she picked up a bottle and asked, "Is the champagne okay? Just celebrate your movie winning an award."

"Of course it's okay." Qiye nodded vigorously, "Ryan, you can choose whatever you want."

Lane was not in the least polite, and she took a bottle of Moet from the wine rack.

"That's it."