Xu Yan subconsciously took a step back and interrupted her mercilessly: "Are you finished?" ”

Zhou Chan showed anger on her face: "Do you have to force me?" ”

"You've said this many times," Xu Yan twisted his eyebrows slightly, revealing a hint of impatience, "I know what the hammer in your hand is, and I also know why you didn't release it at this time." ”

"Sister Chan, let me tell you the truth, I don't care, I really don't care at all."

"If I cared, I wouldn't be standing here today."

"Although I don't know where you got the so-called hammer, as long as you dare to let go, I dare to admit it!"

"If you don't believe me, you can try."

Zhou Chan looked at her incredulously.

After a few seconds, she smiled.

"Hehe, hehe, okay, I've got a long job," Zhou Chan smiled sarcastically, "Okay, Xu Yan, this is what you said, I hope you won't kneel and beg me when the time comes!" ”

At this time, the newcomer, who wrapped himself so tightly that he couldn't distinguish between men and women at all, walked to Zhou Chan's side under the protection of the staff.

"Sister Chan."

Although the voice was faint, Xu Yan could still make out that it was a very young girl.

Zhou Chan glanced at her, revealing a completely different smile from Xu Yan's conversation: "Here, let's go." ”

The moment she passed by, Zhou Chan stopped again.

She said in Xu Yan's ear in a voice that only two people could hear: "Don't worry, you said it was a hammer, if you don't hammer you into hell all at once, I'm sorry for the word hammer!" ”

Xu Yan slowly pinned his face to the other side and didn't look at her.

Her appearance reminded Zhou Chan of a word.

Dying.

Anyway, if she is cold, she will die sooner or later anyway.

With such a thought, Zhou Chan, who had nothing to say before, suddenly felt better.

She took the newcomer and got into the nanny car and closed the door very hard. 139 Chinese

Xu Yan understood what she meant.

She wanted to show herself what it meant to be red and what it meant to be paste.

The red people hug each other, and the mushy ones are deserted.

That's the difference between any person.

Difference?

Xu Yan suddenly raised the corners of his lips.

Long before she debuted at the age of twenty, she already understood what the difference was.

It's just that......

Hearing the sound of a car driving behind her, she turned her head to look.

Don't you really care?

Right.

It's been so long, there's nothing to worry about.

……

Xu Yan never thought that the boss would actually support her to go to the show "Our Love Story".

So the conversation went unexpectedly well.

It's just that Xu Yan was still a little worried, so he confirmed again: "But Mr. Zhao, Sister Chan's side...... It is said that she has been busy lately and may not be able to spare time......"

If there is, you can stop at the point, and if you say too much, you will lose the effect.

Xu Yan thought to himself, since the boss supports it, then don't blame me for taking this opportunity to step on you.

The "Mr. Zhao" she called was the leader of the brokerage company, a middle-aged man in his fifties, chubby, with a pair of valuable glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"Eh, Xu Yan, don't worry, I won't interfere in anything that is beneficial to the company, who will have trouble with money, right?" Mr. Zhao pushed his glasses with his hand, "Since Zhou Chan is busy, that's okay, let's ...... next."

Mr. Zhao touched his chin, was silent for a moment, and suddenly twisted his eyebrows.

"Oh, the company really can't arrange anyone during this time......"