"Michael, no. Song Weiwei put down the red wine glass, if she could score her calmness, then she would definitely be a full score, but sometimes such an attitude is very hurtful, just like now, Michael is full of expectations that Song Weiwei can promise himself, and then he can follow the planned steps, but now, Song Weiwei's calm face is reflected in his gray and green eyes, which is so cruel.

"We maintain our current relationship, each taking what he needs," Mr. Song said.

"But I'm not just going to sleep with you, Weiwei. Michael's eyes even showed a look of pleading, he seemed to think that this way of pleading could win a glimmer of hope, however, Song Weiwei was only more determined in his inner thoughts, and now he didn't think about being with the man in front of him at all.

Song Weiwei didn't respond, and Michael naturally understood that the result would be like this.

“…… There's an art exhibition tomorrow, do you want to go together?" Michael didn't continue the topic just now, he took out his mobile phone to find the information about the art exhibition and pushed it to Song Weiwei, "How about it?"

"Okay," Song nodded slightly.

Hearing the other party's promise, he breathed a sigh of relief and put his fingers crossed on the table, Michael looked left and right and leaned out half of his body and said to Song Weiwei: "But I need to dress up, if you don't want to make it public so early." ”

Song Weiwei rarely dresses herself, although she is going to participate in some public activities, she is not an artist, as a behind-the-scenes worker, it is good to be able to clean up, so it is not difficult to accompany the actor to see the art exhibition, there are too many weed workers like her in Hollywood, and she will not be recognized at all.

Michael is different, he has a strong aura, although he has been tightly wrapped, his mouth, eyes and nose are covered, and even the newly dyed black hair for Song Weiwei is completely covered by a hat, but it still makes passers-by look back frequently.

What a demon, Song thought slightly.

"Why are you pouting and unhappy?" Michael noticed.

"How dare you, Lord Actor. She pushed Michael's hand around her waist with her backhand, but the next second she was brought back into the other party's arms.

"Don't you tell me what's wrong, then how can I correct it?" Michael turned his head sideways and gently sniffed Song Weiwei's hair, "You know I'm a little bit of an afterthought." ”

Song muttered slightly: "I've dressed you up so tightly, why are people still looking at you......"

The tall man suddenly laughed, and the happy laughter filled the air between the two of them, "Why does this sound like jealousy?"

"You're a complete bastard, Michael. Song Weiwei tried to push him away, but the disparity in strength was too great, and it didn't work to break free several times, so he had to give up in the end.

"Weiwei, you have to admit that you can't live without me. Michael's arm expanded more forcefully as his voice tightened.

"Is it okay for you to put your arms around me...... Hmm!"

Without waiting for Song Weiwei's babbling little mouth to finish, Michael lowered his head and kissed her lips, well, I wore a cherry-flavored lipstick today.

Song slightly caught a glimpse of Michael's licking lips, it was really sexy. But he dared to take off his mask and kiss her on the street, pretending to be innocent and holding her hand with ten fingers. Song Weiwei didn't refuse, and finally held these big hands all the way to the front of the art museum.

Because the place where he lived was not far from the art museum, Michael did not choose to drive but went back to the ordinary couple, walking hand in hand to the art museum, and the others were dressed very artistically or dressed in formal clothes, and the two of them came in sportswear like passers-by.

After the owner of this issue of the work recognized the person as Michael, he quickly stepped forward to say hello, enthusiastically as if he had known him for many years, but what he wanted to say was that Michael didn't care too much about this lady, and just talked a few words and pulled Song Weiwei to look at the painting.

"It's been a long time since I've been in touch, so let me know if you see any of the paintings this time. "Painter Deborah is a hot new star in the art world, her paintings have been praised by the industry, and she has won a world-class award back to China, according to common sense, a woman like Deborah is very good both from the outside and inside, so there are many suitors, but as far as the current news is concerned, there are few news about her lace.

"Mike, is this your little girlfriend?" Deborah pursed her lips and smiled, reaching out to hold Song Weiwei's: "I'm Deborah, Michael's ex." ”

So straightforward?!

Michael's worry really came, damn it, although he never worried that the current would be jealous because of his ex, and he didn't care about the backyard fire at all because of the relationship of breaking up at any time, but now he was very afraid that Song Weiwei would fall out with him because of this group of exes. The funniest thing is that he is so nervous that he doesn't know where to put his hand at all now, so he keeps staring at Song Weiwei's facial expression, ready to go home and apologize.

"Hello, I'm Song Weiwei. ”

Deborah was very elegant in both manners and words, and she took the two of them around for a while, and the assistant came over and whispered something, and she left a "lost company" and quickly walked away from the crowd.

"Your predecessors are excellent. Song Weiwei said.

"......" Michael regrets very much at this moment that he once had a messy private life, singing every night does not mean that he is distracted, Michael is full of drama in his heart, but his sullen energy cannot be released at all, and he can only hold back his internal injuries.

Song was almost amused by him and burst out laughing, looking at him anxiously I don't know what to say, but she likes to see Michael circling around her stupid appearance, such a big person, if she really wants to deliberately find fault, just rely on Deborah Nabo to demonstrate, and now she won't give him a good face to look at the painting here.

It's hard to see these watercolors for someone who doesn't have artistic skills, but luckily, after a few steps, Michael will stop and tell her about the contents of each painting, "I did my homework in advance, so don't worry." Michael and Song turned around slightly, planning to say goodbye to Deborah and leave, outside when night fell, Michael could also take off his mask without worrying about being discovered.

"Mike, I told you why I didn't bring James with me this time," Deborah beckoned to the two, and the man standing across from her turned to look at them in dismay, James opened his mouth to listen to Deborah completely absent-mindedly.

Perhaps sensing the strange atmosphere of the three people, Deborah looked them left and right, and politely reminded, "Don't you say something?"

She understood that the two men were-for-tat, nothing more than because of the woman.

Deborah slyly curled the corners of her mouth, "Does James know Miss Song? This is Michael's new girlfriend." She thought for a moment and added: "It can be seen that Michael likes the girl very much this time, and he takes it with him wherever he goes." ”

Shut up! Michael let out a muffled growl from his throat, glared at Deborah and said to James, "There's time to sit down with me." ”

James smiled stiffly: "Look again." ”