Yuan Yan didn't know what kind of strange news Yuan Yan Jin sent, her mobile phone vibrate, and there was a voice on the WeChat page, which was sent by Xi Yan.

She pulled out her headphones and played the voice.

The deep and magnetic voice, as if there was a numb electric current sound passing through Yuan Yan's ears, and the wisps drilled into her heart.

"Is it a day? Say I'll take you to eat something delicious. ”

There are still people in the dressing room, and it is inconvenient for Yuan Yan to send voice or make phone calls, thanks to Xi Yan's ability to convert text to speech, which is also convenient and trouble-free.

She typed, "Right away." ”

Yuan Yan urged the stylist, and then lowered his head to send a WeChat message to Yuan Yan Jin.

Yuan Yan: "Brother, I have something to do tonight, let's make an appointment another day?" ”

The other side replied almost in seconds: "You woman who makes me sad and makes me cry." ”

The thick sand sculpture style was matched with the words of the second middle school, Yuan Yan couldn't hold back when he saw it, and chuckled lightly.

Yuan Yuanjin, who was secretly observing her, was not happy because of this, but even more sad and sad.

He posted another message in the family group.

"Yan Bao is so depressed that her laughter is not normal, she has never been amused by my sand sculptures before, what should I do? Macho sighs JPG. ”

Yuan Father: "What's the use of you posting these in the group?" Why don't you hurry up and get things done with your PR team? ”

Yuanmu: "It's a little slippery, there are so many words." ”

Third brother: "I've just let people deal with the things on the Internet~"

Fourth sister: "Regarding He Qingqian's black material, I have asked the entertainment Vs to send it out." ”

The messages came out one after another, and in less than thirty seconds, Yuan Yujin looked at the third brother and four sisters who were very active, and couldn't help but shed helpless tears.

When he had something, why didn't he see them so actively helping? Boom.

Yuan Yan looked at the sand sculpture of Yuan Yan Jin Fa, thought about it, and replied decently: "Brother, don't be sad and cry, I'll invite you to dinner next time I'm free." ”

According to this sentence, Yuan Yujin made up that she had no appetite to eat because of the things on Weibo, and she couldn't help but shed distressed tears.

He typed in the past: "Don't listen, don't listen, Yan Yan chant the scriptures." ”

Yuan Yan: "......"

She raised her head and looked at Yuan Yuanjin, outsiders said that he was arrogant and venomous, but in fact he was an Erha attribute.

Yuan Yan Jin hasn't eaten with his own sister for a long time, although he has a brother and sister love waiting to be expressed, but Yuan Yan doesn't want to go to dinner with him now, and he can't force her, in case he forces people to be depressed, he can't be cut to death by his parents when he goes home.

So, he typed over: "Okay, I won't force you this time, you remember to go to dinner with your brother next time." ”

Anyway, he added Yuanyan's WeChat again, and he was not afraid that he would not be able to contact anyone.

Yuan Yan replied with a "yes", and at this time, the stylist finished removing her makeup, and she left with her bag on her back.

Yuan Yujin looked at the back of her leaving thoughtfully, and then lowered his head and sent a message in the family group: "Yan Bao tonight, walking is exceptionally quiet, and he is really depressed!" ”

Once this person overshoots, he doesn't feel right when he sees anything.

Father: "Shut your crow's mouth!" ”

Yuanmu: "Still a real hammer?" Believe it or not, I'm beating you! ”

Third brother and fourth sister: "......"

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Listening to a pure black sports car outside the film and television city, the bodyguard saw Yuan Yan coming over and hurriedly opened the car door for her.

Yuan Yan bent down and got in, and a cool cold wind blew in her face, dissipating the heat she was carrying.

She slammed over and hugged Xi Yan, rubbed her cheek against his chest, and said coquettishly, "I want to hug him." ”