Han Yichen was stunned, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, but he immediately returned to his usual and said, "I sent it for dry cleaning today, don't you like me to wear this shirt?" ”

After saying that, he wrapped up again, trying to take her into his arms.

Cheng Lan opened his big palm and asked word by word, "Is it the one I bought for you?" ”

Han Yichen didn't stop for the slightest, and replied, "Of course it is!" ”

As he spoke, he took off his blazer and quipped with the corners of his mouth slightly curled: "Lan'er, do you want to check it?" Well? ”

"Okay!" Cheng Lan raised her eyes to look at him, although she answered quickly with a faint smile, the bitterness in her heart was about to suffocate her.

She stepped forward and walked her hands over his chest, and said, as if adoringly, "Well, it's the same." ”

"I'll just say, if you wear this shirt, you can definitely go to the Oscars to receive an actor award."

Cheng Lan's rare praise and worship made the man feel happy, and the lines on her face seemed to be as soft as a spring breeze.

The corners of his mouth curled up in a good-looking arc, and his voice was soft and greasy: "Lan'er, do you think I'm more handsome than those actors?" ”

Cheng Lan sneered, shook her head, and said: "I don't dare to comment on handsome, because everyone's aesthetic standards are different, and if you want to say that you are more handsome than them, I am afraid of being thrown eggs by the fans of those actors." ”

After speaking, she paused, and really felt that her heart was getting stronger and stronger by him, and she still had her mind around him.

As soon as she said this, the corners of the man's mouth twitched, and his face instantly sank slightly, as if he sensed that there was something in this ambiguous word.

Cheng Lan's gaze finally fell back on his face, and his tone was solemn: "However, I think your acting skills are definitely on par with those big stars." ”

Hearing this, the corners of Han Yichen's mouth were stunned, and he was shocked in his heart, if he couldn't hear what she said, he would really be a fool.

Thinking of this, his eyes narrowed, and he clenched her wrist again, his eyes locked on her eyes, and his tone was obviously displeased: "Lan'er, what do you want to say?" ”

"Angry?" Cheng Lan broke free from his restraints, looked at him with wide eyes, the corners of her lips hooked, and chuckled: "Why are you angry?" Weak heart? ”

The soft light in Han Yichen's heavy pupils finally froze, and he said unhappily: "Say whatever you want to say!" ”

Well, she didn't plan to go around, so she stared into his eyes and asked again, "Is the shirt you are wearing really the one I bought for you?" ”

Han Yichen was stunned for a long time before he asked unhappily: "Cheng Lan, what's wrong with you?" ”

His evasion made Cheng Lan feel sad, and the disappointment that she had never felt before swept over, making her slowly retreat uncontrollably, and she repeated word by word, "Okay, very good......"

When she retreated to the closet, she slammed open the closet door, and instantly pulled out the shirt he had thrown away, crumpled it up, and smashed it into his chest.

The man's body was stunned and instinctively caught it.

Then a sharp and screaming question suddenly arose: "Then what's the matter with this shirt?!!! ”

Han Yichen stared at the shirt thrown over in disbelief, his heart suddenly sank, the blue tendons on his forehead burst out, and the panicked aura overflowed the bottom of his eyes.

"Lan'er, where did you get this shirt?"

"Huh...... Heh, where did you get it? Cheng Lan's eyes were hot, tears came out of her eyes, her hands trembled, and she pointed to the shirt he was holding in her hand, and directly exposed him: "I bought this shirt, you just threw it in the trash, you still buy the same one and come back to fool me?" ”

Hearing this, Han Yichen was flustered, but his heart was actually a little relieved, listening to what she meant, it seemed that she cared about the fact that the shirt she bought for him was thrown away by him, as for the rest, it seemed that she hadn't found anything yet.

Thinking of this, he hurriedly stepped forward and hugged her: "Lan'er, I'm sorry, I don't know if you mind this, this shirt is what you usually buy, not on special days, so after I found that the button on it fell off, I threw it away without thinking too much......"

After speaking, Han Yichen couldn't wait to bite off his tongue, he only cared about explaining the matter of throwing the shirt, but he didn't expect that he had leaked his mouth and said the matter of the button.

Finally wrapped around the button, Cheng Lan didn't care about the struggle, wiped her tears, suppressed the emotion of turning over the wall and the sea in her heart, took a deep breath, and asked unhurriedly and pretending to be puzzled: "Then why did the buttons of a good shirt fall off?" And I watched it, and I dropped three more? ”

Han Yichen frowned, was stunned for a while, pursed his thin lips, and finally squeezed out a sentence from his throat that made Cheng Lan desperate: "Isn't it normal that the buttons of your clothes have fallen off and the lines are crossed?" ”

"Oh, but why did you lose three buttons at once?" After asking, Cheng Lan stared at his eagle eyes with flickering eyes, and asked, "What about the buttons that took off the thread?" …… This shirt cost me a month's salary, so it's a shame to throw it away. ”

"I don't know when the button will fall, and you think I have time to find it?" Han Yichen's tone was a little impatient, or evasive!

Cheng Lan didn't speak, her eyes stared straight at him.

Staring at him, he was a little overwhelmed, and after half a sound, he grabbed Cheng Lan's arm again, stared at her with low eyes, and quickly changed the topic: "Okay, this matter is over, I will remember in the future, I won't throw away what you gave me, okay?" ”

Knowing his purpose, Cheng Lan shook off his hand suddenly, a sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth, turned around and walked to the bedside table, and instantly took out the three buttons and held them in the palm of her hand.

After that, she raised her eyes to meet his gaze again, and the words she said were clear: "Han Yichen, do you think that I am a fool who can be fooled by you casually." ”

"Cheng Lan, what are you thinking about? What am I fooling you with? Han Yichen seemed to be very irritable, his tone was not good, and he didn't know if he wanted to cover the past strongly because of her tight entanglement.

"Am I cranky?" Cheng Lan sneered, pondered for a moment, waved her hand violently, and smashed the three buttons directly into his face, and the buttons left a mark on his face due to the excessive force, and then rolled to the floor in an instant.

At the same time, Cheng Lan suddenly roared: "See for yourself, what is this??? What is it? Yes? ”

Her heart-rending roar shook the chandelier on the ceiling almost from side to side, and it shook Han Yichen's heart, which was already pretending to be calm, and panicked instantly.

Halfway through, he regained his voice, stepped forward slowly, and whispered, "Lan'er, I'm ......"

The strength of her fingers tightened, her fingertips were cold and numb, Cheng Lan bit her lower lip tightly, took a deep breath, and finally asked a question that was almost heartbreaking: "Did you sleep with Yi Ke'er?" ”

Without a moment of hesitation, Han Yichen denied: "No! ”

"Huh...... No? Cheng Lan moved forward slowly, the urge to laugh accumulated in her body, but she couldn't laugh: "Then why don't you dare to say that the shirt was thrown away by you?!" Why are you going to buy an identical shirt to fool me?! Why lie to me and say that the button can't be found?! ”

After asking why the three of them didn't stop, she raised her hand and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, for fear that the tears would confuse her vision and make her unable to see the panic on his face.

"Lan'er......" Han Yichen stood there, his thin lips moving, "Not what you think?" ”

"Not what I thought it would be?" Cheng Lan clutched her dull chest, cried and sneered: "Didn't you say that you couldn't find the button?" But how did I find the button in the flowers of the gazebo? ”

Hearing this, the panicked light in the man's eyes became clearer, and he slowly approached her and said, "Lan'er, I didn't sleep with her, you believe me!" ”

Cheng Lan ignored his explanation, and moved forward step by step, the scene of their passion in bed popped up in her mind, and her heart hurt and she couldn't breathe: "Hehe, three buttons fell off at the same time, how strong is that?" How intense you had to be! Yes? ”

The panic in Han Yichen's heavy pupils gradually joined the undercurrent, and the expression on his face was even more incredulous.

"Cheng Lan, do you know what you're talking about?" He held back his emotions and tried to talk to her calmly: "Things are not what you think, ...... between us"

Before he finished his words, his face suddenly hurt.

"Smack!"

This sound was especially loud in the quiet room.

His head was tilted to the side, and there were clear five fingerprints on his face!

Cheng Lan withdrew her palm, hurriedly covered her chest, bent over, and her body trembled, "Han Yichen, I can hear you clearly when you talk in the pavilion.

Hehe...... I didn't take it to heart, Ke'er, don't take it to heart, hehe, how easy it is to say! How easy!

You all rolled the sheets, and you were still so calm and comfortable in front of us, it really made me look big! ”

As if touched by Cheng Lan's fierce emotions, Han Yichen spit out a breath of turbidity, and suddenly stepped forward to take Cheng Lan, who was trembling at this time, into his arms, and his tone was very humble: "Lan'er, you ...... Don't you get angry, it's not what you think, I didn't sleep with her......"

Cheng Lan exerted all her strength, broke free from him violently, and asked with a roar, "Then you tell me how the buttons of my shirt fell?" ”

Han Yichen's heart tightened, his eyes narrowed, his lips trembled slightly, and his pale handsome face became bloodless.

"Lan'er, calm down, it's not what you think!" Han Yichen didn't answer, but slowly stepped forward to hug her again.

"Don't come here!" Cheng Lan roared angrily and stopped his steps.

Cheng Lan bit her lip tightly, her eyes turned red again, she held back her emotions and asked again: "Han Yichen, tell me, how did the button fall off?" ”

Han Yichen suddenly felt a headache, his head was buzzing, he clenched his fists for a long time before he said, "It's still the same sentence, it's not what you think!" I didn't do anything to be sorry for you! ”

Hehe, I can't hold back my heart anymore, so I can only die strongly and refuse to admit it.

Cheng Lan shook her head bitterly, sighed, her red and swollen eyes were full of disappointment with him, and her heart was even more desolate and desperate, and she asked with a sneer: "Do you know why I vomited so much in the morning?" ”