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Xia Siyu¡¯s scalp was about to explode at his words.
Originally, although Bo Yan was aloof and indifferent to emotions and anger, he was like an iceberg no matter how hard he teased her. Although he usually has a bad face, he is not so proactive at all. As long as he ignores him, he basically treats him as nothing.
But now, he is actually not very proactive, but just such a casual sentence or two, she immediately accepted it or not, and got goosebumps all over her body.
Bo Yan could naturally see that the look of disgust in her eyes was getting stronger and stronger.
He was a little confused and didn't know how to approach.
Like before, Xia Siyu couldn't feel his emotions at all, pretending to be confused and hiding her emotions. Although she gradually became less defensive about him, this lack of defense came at the cost of not treating him as a man.
"But if you tell her you like her directly, do you believe that Xia Siyu can run faster?" Her default position now is that she hates him. If he continued to chase and fight fiercely, maybe Xia Siyu would just turn around and leave.
But if he approached her without talking about feelings, or in other words, using the relationship between husband and wife as a guide, she would be equally repelled by him.
So what should we do?
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In the evening, Boyan wore a jacket alone and drove to a bar by the Yan River.
Opening the door of the bar, this time Han Yifan did not chat with a group of drunkards like last time. Instead, he was wearing a ripped white T-shirt and ripped jeans, playing DJs on the stage with a youthful look.
Around him, there were two sexy and hot pole dancers. At first they were spinning around the pillars on the stage, and then they used him as a pillar, using their arms and legs to rub against him.
When the song ended, the two pole dancers followed him and walked down.
Han Yifan was still wet with rain and dew. He put his arm around the slender waist of dancer A, and then kissed dancer B on the face.
As I was walking happily down the stage, I suddenly looked up and saw Bo Yan below, and I almost sprained my foot and fell off the stage.
And thanks to the two beauties beside him, who were holding him up like bodyguards, he didn't feel embarrassed. After Han Yifan stepped down from the stage, he waved the two beauties away, then looked around for no one, then walked to him cautiously, as if contacting the underground party: "Why are you here?"
"Give me your keys." Bo Yan still wore his jacket and hat. Xia Siyu said that he wanted to see a villa in Dushu. Before he went to find her at the luxurious dinner yesterday, he first turned to the Yan River to find Han Yifan.
¡° Anyway, Han Yifan also thought about selling his house before to make his own music. He and Bo Yan were high school classmates, and the Han family started out in real estate. A family like theirs would not support him being an artist instead of being a designer. And they also play rock and heavy metal.
He had no choice but to sell his house and raise funds by himself to do what he likes. Anyway, the Han family's business will not be handed over to him. Naturally, his brother will take care of it. Does he need to work hard?
Han Yifan took the key angrily and waved his hand half-heartedly: "It's nothing, you can get out."
"Something's wrong."
Bo Yan spoke calmly.
Han Yifan was confused and raised his hand to ask the bartender to get two glasses of wine. He talked about one glass and the other. The two of them walked to the VIP room with wine, and he took a sip: "What's the matter?" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com