Han Jian's eyes were a little colder, the corners of his mouth pursed, and he sat down against the door, and then Ji Yimo sat next to Han Jian's right hand.

Everyone was in front of them with cold beer, Han Jian glanced at Leng Xianglan quietly, and then got up and went out.

When he came back, he had an extra handful of freshly squeezed watermelon juice.

When Ji Yimo praised Han Jian for being so considerate, he transferred the watermelon juice to Leng Xianglan first: "You drink this." ”

No one noticed the embarrassed Ji Yimo, but invariably fixed their eyes on Leng Xianglan.

Wu Haoyu next to her suddenly laughed and coaxed: "I'll just say what's wrong, change positions." ”

When he was about to get up, he was grabbed by Leng Xianglan: "What are you doing?" ”

Wu Haoyu glanced at Han Jian, and saw that he didn't seem to react, so he smiled again and continued to sit down.

Celery, which has always been relatively large, suddenly remembered why Han Jian was suddenly careful, in the morning she said that she was going to buy ice cream, Xianglan told her that her aunt came in advance and couldn't eat it, and Han Jian seemed to be behind them at that time.

Leng Xianglan raised her eyes and looked at Han Jian opposite, and bent the corners of her mouth perfunctorily: "Thank you!" But she didn't pour watermelon juice.

No matter how large the celery was, he also felt their embarrassing atmosphere, and got up with a smile and poured a cup for Leng Xianglan first, and then asked Ji Yimo to hand her cup.

During the meal, several people curiously asked Han Jian and Ji Yimo some topics, Ji Yimo seemed to be very good at chatting, the interesting things that happened during the shooting, how the director murdered them, some sudden small situations, and some embarrassing things that Han Jian had just started and did not enter the state also said.

Although Leng Xianglan was not in high spirits throughout the whole process, she did not spoil the atmosphere, but she was a little silent as usual, thinking: distance does not necessarily produce beauty, but also estrangement.

After eating, a few people discussed taking a look near the film and television city.

Han Jian was silent for a few seconds, and then turned his head sideways and asked Ji Yimo, "Are you free?" ”

"Yes, yes." Ji Yimo nodded quickly, and her smile was just the right amount of sweetness.

Han Jian's light and pleasant voice sounded again: "Well, you are also familiar with this place, so I will trouble you to take them around the neighborhood later." ”

"No problem."

Leng Xianglan raised her eyebrows and glanced at Ji Yimo, her excitement was so obvious that she felt a little bored in her heart. With a blank face, he carried his backpack and followed them to his feet.

Because she was sitting on the left side of the back of the box, the easiest way to get out was to go through the cold seat, but she walked around to the other end.

Han Jian glanced at Leng Xianglan silently, smiled a little helplessly, got up from his seat, took two steps across, and simply took Leng Xianglan's hand directly: "You don't want to go." ”

She paused slightly, raised her eyes to look at him, and reflected her indifferent eyebrows in Han Jian's eyes.

"Why can't I go?"

"I'm looking for you."

Leng Xianglan laughed and shook it off, but she couldn't shake off his hand, and her expression suddenly became even more displeased: "I'm fine with you." ”

In a few seconds of embarrassment and silence, Wu Haoyu reacted first: "Okay, then we'll go first." Then he quietly pushed a few people out of the box.

Ji Yimo kept looking back, as Leng Xianglan's best friend, Celery naturally wanted to do a good job of helping this wave, so he quietly grabbed Ji Yimo's arm and asked excitedly: "Oh, classmate Ji, is there anything interesting near here?" Take us to see it, just eat a full meal just to eliminate the appetite. ”

Qu Yazhe looked at Celery with a smile and almost dragged Ji Yimo away, and said to Wu Haoyu next to him: "Celery, this girl is good." ”

Wu Haoyu's slender fox eyes narrowed slightly, with a bit of a demonic smile: "Yo, have you taken a fancy to someone?" ”。

Qu Yazhe hooked his lips and smiled, but did not reply to him.