Without waiting for the yearbook or He Yiran to speak, there were only two people left in the huge living room. Yearbook, the first time I saw the word yearbook was when I consulted the dictionary, and at that time He Yiran would never have imagined that such a strict word could be used as the name of a rock star.

The second time I saw the yearbook at the company's party, He Yiran felt that the yearbook was too detached from reality and too unconstrained.

But He Yiran admitted that Wang Feng's singing is indeed crazier than the yearbook, but he is not too disgusted.

Although He Yiran doesn't want to show off that he is out of the mud and clean, it is true that He Yiran is really much purer than other entertainment stars.

The fingers of the yearbook are very beautiful, and it is said that the handsome ones are always more attractive than the fingers.

With only his fingers, He Yiran can admit that such an almanac is really handsome when plucking the guitar strings, although there is not much winter sun, but it has been obliquely shining on the guitar, and that kind of picture is really intoxicating.

It is almost completely confirmed that every girl, no matter what age she is, all have the standards that meet the standards of the people in her dreams, and a sweet girl like He Yiran with a little tsundere once did fantasize about the appearance of the person who accompanied her in the future, which should be similar to the yearbook at this moment.

"Yiran, our entertainment industry doesn't seem to advocate blind dates, just together, right?"

The yearbook is a bit windy, and it is estimated that it is because of such flirtatious skills that he is so popular.

Perhaps because the yearbook suddenly spoke, He Yiran's eyes suddenly moved from his fingers to his face.

The eyes of the yearbook are actually very sunny, but they are different from the president's, He Yiran can admire the president's cold but warm breeze gaze, and every time He Yiran touches that gaze, he will have a sense of majesty and intimacy.

However, the eyes of others are only cold, and there is no warmth at all.

"Uh, directly? For Mao, give me a very good reason. ”

After that, He Yiran's gaze continued to tour the yearbook face without a trace, and then saw the blue casual shirt.

Tao Yu loves to wear ink or white shirts with his other half, not only because the color is easy to match, but also because it can form a feeling impact with Tao Yu.

Tao Yu himself prefers color, and almost all the styles and colors of fashion are bought, but deep down Tao Yu loves the other half of the stable white shirt and white suit.

Xu You said that it was not coordinated, but Tao Yu said that if one day he saw her and the white shirt wearing a coordinated outfit, that kind of fate must not be given up.

Perhaps He Yiran was brainwashed by Tao Yu a hundred times and was greatly influenced by the Tao family's thoughts.

The president wears an ink-colored suit every day, not that the ink is not black, Tao Yu said that the ink-colored style is chic, so He Yiran faintly feels that the president is very chic.

"Why have you been watching Ben Xiaoshuai, because ......"

Finally, He Yiran came out of the president's melody and immediately vetoed the next words of the yearbook: "I'm thinking, you, so chic, why don't you go to heaven?" ”

Because he was stopped thinking and was in a bad mood, He Yiran's eyes were a little angry.

A little angry, Xiao Se's eyes glared at the yearbook, and immediately touched the colorful head, "Wow, you still have long flame-colored flowing hair, it's convenient for heaven!" ”

The yearbook was obviously not ready to be scolded, and he was a little distracted when he saw He Yiran's cute appearance of anger, and it took a long time to react: "Don't insult me anymore with flame-colored short hair, OK?" ”

The word short hair is particularly obvious in the mouth of the yearbook, as if it wants to be crushed with teeth.

The president has no habit of dyeing his hair, although the president is indifferent, he definitely doesn't stare at He Yiran, I don't know why He Yiran always thinks of the handsome appearance of the company's president, as if nothing can be compared with the yearbook.

"A good blind date, what does Yiran want to make trouble?"

Several pairs of eyes snatched the best viewing position in front of the computer, Xu You was squeezed into the corner, and his mouth couldn't help but complain, "It's only been a few minutes, how do you feel like it's going to be over?" ”

Tao Yu smiled slightly, opened his mouth gently, and his smile looked like a matchmaker: "So we can confirm the tacit understanding between the president and Yi Ran, as well as fate, right?" ”