When he said that, Zhao Yi believed it and gave him his hand.
Holding hands together, the fusion of cold and heat, combined with each other's temperature, becomes a natural and comfortable soft feather, which penetrates into each other's heart, itching, very comfortable.
Song Xiaolan was smiling in her heart, but she couldn't hide her face, there was spring in her eyebrows and eyes.
Zhao Yi looked at him sideways for a while, and a warm smile appeared on his face.
This is probably the first time Song Xiaolan has seen her smile like this, such a charming person, once she smiles warmly, she can really melt away the ice and snow accumulated in those years.
Song Xiaolan also looked back at her.
Eye to eye, heart to heart, spring smiles to Nuan, just right.
When the two walked out of the hot pot restaurant, the sun had already set at the foot of the mountain, the sky was orange, the earth seemed to be covered with a curtain, and the noisy and lively scene turned into a deep and peaceful scene.
Zhao Yi still refused to let Song Xiaolan carry the bag for herself, mainly because she was a concubine, who didn't match his face. Song Xiaolan didn't want to grab it either, just follow her. The two of them walked along the street in the setting sun.
The director's car passed by the direction of the hotel, and the director happened to see Zhao Yi, and Song Xiaolan next to her. He was slightly startled at first, then turned his face away, and asked his assistant, "Take a look, is that Zhao Yi?"
The assistant turned his head, stared at it for a moment, and nodded: "It's her."
Director: "What is she doing in Hengdian?" There was something wrong with her words.
The assistant thought about it seriously, and replied: "Maybe there is something to it."
Have a show? I only heard that she has filmed a web drama, but she did not say that she will film a costume drama.
The director's name is Zhang Jue. He has worked in the industry for many years and knows Zhao Yi, but he has no close friendship. He only knows that there are powerful people behind Zhao Yi, and he is not easy to mess with. He doesn't know exactly how powerful it is, who it is, and whose name it is.
Zhang Jue belongs to the kind of person who works hard in filming. The output is high, but the quality is not good, and he has not won any awards.
Leaving aside his occupation, he is a man, and he will look at Zhao Yi more when he meets Zhao Yi in the workplace.
A good-looking person always attracts attention. Not to mention a stunner like Zhao Yi?
Zhang Jue asked again: "Do you think the person with her is Song Xiaolan?"
The assistant turned his head away again, his eyes fell on Song Xiaolan, and slowly moved to his hands holding Zhao Yi, as if he had received shocking news: "Oh my god, I feel like I took a picture!" He took out his phone and was about to take a picture.
The director pressed down his phone, "Since when did you become a paparazzi?"
The assistant frowned, unwilling to say: "I just show it to my friends"
"As soon as you post it, the whole world will know about Zhao Yi" Sleeping with the newcomer.
"She dares to do it, but she dares not let people know? Cut!"
The director still refused to let him shoot, with serious eyes, and said: "Don't make trouble, she is not something you can mess with."
Only then did the assistant completely give up, and turned around and didn't think about it anymore.
The car gradually left, and Zhao Yi's figure disappeared from Zhang Jue's eyes, but he remembered the scene of the two holding hands side by side. He originally thought that Zhao Yi was a woman who ate money, so she must be so arrogant that she looked down upon the newcomers. But just now, he seemed a little suspicious.
Probably because this circle doesn't tolerate stunners.
Doing well, saying that you are a vase and have a gold master In short, it is a different way to suppress you in terms of self-esteem.
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Song Xiaolan and Zhao Yi walked around the block for a while, and then went to a nearby park.
The street lights turned on, and the night climbed up the entire Hengdian, sprinkled on Zhao Yi and Song Xiaolan. Zhao Yi was tired from walking, so she dragged Song Xiaolan to find a stone bench and sat down.
"Pain?"
Song Xiaolan felt distressed looking at her slightly frowning face.
Zhao Yi moved his feet and said calmly: "I've been walking for a day, and I'm a little tired."
"Why didn't you tell me before you came."
Song Xiaolan's subtext was, why haven't you contacted me for so long, but he couldn't ask, and if he asked, he seemed very naive. What men of this age are most afraid of is that the person they like thinks that they are young, ignorant, and sticky like candy.
Zhao Yi paused, hiding in the night the evasive look that she didn't want to be found.
She set the fire, but she can't guarantee the ability to control the fire.
"It's so boring to say in advance, how you feel when you see me today, here¡ª" Zhao Yi raised her head, and pointed to the street lamp next to them, "It's like the moth that flies to the flame, it's fluttering."
There was no complacency in her words, and others were no strangers to her beating heartbeat.
?Seeing her understatement, Xiaolan's brows were sullen, and she said in a low voice, "You always do this."
Zhao Yi smiled, looking for his eyes in the night, and when she caught them, she didn't let them go, she just stared straight at them.
"What about me?"
Song Xiaolan hesitated to speak, avoiding the pursuit of her eyes, "It's nothing"
Zhao Yi really liked his appearance, and was determined to pry his mouth open. When he turned to the left, she tilted her head and chased after him.
"Um?"
A simple modal particle was changed by her several times, from high to low, soft to charming, making Song Xiaolan helpless.
He thought for a moment, then said softly: "Always hook me."
Zhao Yi was very happy and looked at him seriously.
"I hook you up because I like you."
This time it was Song Xiaolan's turn that her heartbeat became unsteady and her ears turned red.
"Do not lie to me."
Song Xiaolan's star-like eyes are very charming in the night, they twinkle and twinkle, capturing Zhao Yi's heart.
Zhao Yi held his hand, "What are you doing to lie to you, you are not popular."
Yes, he is just an ordinary newcomer.
Song Xiaolan smiled lightly, "Yes, yes. But it will be popular in the future."
"So sure?"
"Otherwise how will I protect you."
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Zhao Yi's heart skipped a beat, and at that moment, mist filled her eyes. She shook Song Xiaolan's hand slightly, and Song Xiaolan grabbed her tightly, as if to say: "What I said is true, I won't lie to you."
What else can Zhao Yi say? Only the present moment was left in her mind, she looked up at him without dodging, and answered him seriously: "Okay."
Song Xiaolan held her in her arms and gently rubbed her chin against the top of her head, like animals cuddling each other.
After a while, Zhao Yi left his embrace, looked at Song Xiaolan, and asked straightforwardly: "I heard from Sister Hua that you don't want to make "A Beautiful Life"? Why is it popular?"
Song Xiaolan looked at her for a while, but didn't answer. Zhao Yi looked so good under the orange street lights, like walking out of an oil painting, Song Xiaolan didn't want to talk to her about work.
Seeing that he didn't answer, Zhao Yi planned to ask a second time, when a gust of wind blew past, Song Xiaolan gave her a doting smile
Zhao Yi's heart slapped, and she didn't want to ask anymore, so she kissed her directly.
Song Xiaolan was slightly stunned, the doting smile on her face turned into a helpless smile, and her restless heart began to respond to her. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com