Lin Lin glanced at Yan Cheng, grabbed Xia Nuan's shoulder with one hand, and crossed her waist with interest: "But I see that you are still living a prosperous life every day, and you haven't waited for Xiao Nuan's appearance at all, it's not good for Xiao Cheng to lie." ”

Yan Cheng: "??? ”

What was the sudden turn of events?

Aren't the two of them on the same front?

Xia Nuan made a smug face at Yan Cheng.

Sample.

The finale banquet of "My Girl" is set in a big hotel in the city, and the people who change out of the costumes in the play are suddenly relaxed, without those stereotypical appearances. Sheng Yang's black hair casually rested on his forehead, and he instantly felt like a teenager in a blue coat.

Compared with high school, he has matured a lot, but his appearance has not changed much.

Zhao Qingqing is right, Sheng Yang's appearance was indeed the Prince Charming in the minds of the girls in the school at that time.

But this prince fell under her pomegranate skirt at that time.

Xia Nuan couldn't help but swell a little, she must have been very good at that time when she said this, otherwise how could she attract Sheng Yang's attention.

She blinked her eyes and lowered her eyes to take a sip of juice, and Yan Cheng on the side stretched out a cup over, her eyes a little narrow.

"Let's try it, we're all done, why don't you drink some wine."

Lin Lin patted Yan Cheng on the back, and her tone was a little reproachful: "Don't give her to drink, she won't drink." ”

Yancheng responded aggrievedly and was about to take her hand back, but she was snatched away by Xia Nuan, and she said with a smile: "It's okay, I'll taste it." ”

She took the juice aside, took a sip, and swallowed it with a changed face.

"Well, I don't drink it anymore, it's not as good as my juice."

Yan Cheng shook his head amusefully and drank all the wine in his quilt.

It's the first time he's seen an artist who can't drink, and it seems that he is well protected by his family and company, but in the entertainment industry, this is not a very good thing. There are some things that can only be negotiated at the wine table.

He turned his head slightly to look at Xia Nuan, who was bowing his head and taking small bites, and sighed.

But she's like this, and it's good.

After three rounds of drinking, the people around her were a little drunk, only Xia Nuan had a clear look, she poked her head out to look left and right, and laughed.

"Yancheng, your face is red, you're so ugly."

Yan Cheng frowned, and grabbed a piece of meat to block her mouth.

"Eat your meal well."

It's fierce.

But she wasn't afraid.

She tilted her head slightly, her eyes full of gossip: "Hey, have you ever been in love, you won't be a mother-fetus solo now." ”

Yan Cheng pointed to his face and asked rhetorically, "Do you think my face looks like I've never been in love?" ”

Xia Nuan looked at it for a while, and nodded solemnly: "Ah then I know, you must have never been in love, alas, although I also have some faces, but don't be discouraged, you will always meet your own Snow White." ”

Yancheng: "......"

He couldn't talk to Xia Nuan anymore, otherwise he would be angry with her sooner or later and vomit blood.

Xia Nuan moved and took the phone out of her pocket, and her slender and white hand clicked on the screen and saw a message appearing on it, her dark pupils trembled.

Teacher Gu: "Do you have an itinerary tomorrow?" ”

Her finger clicked a few times and sent it out: "No, Teacher Gu." ”

Gu Mo quickly came back: "Tomorrow Xiaojin will put you in your house first, and I will go to Linshi tomorrow and the day after tomorrow." ”。

Xia Nuan was very happy, she typed much faster, and her cheeks were flushed.

"Okay, okay!"