In the end, nothing happened to Wen Ya, but Hu Yan was a little dazed after drinking.
After the celebration banquet was over, although Hu Yan could still stand firm, it was obvious that she was a little drunk.
Her head was confused, and when she followed Wen Ya to the car, she was still in a daze.
In the back seat, Wen Ya sat next to her, and Hu Yan stretched out her hand and said to him: "You can't drink! There is a show tomorrow! What to do if you can't get up, I'll burp." "
She originally wanted to say that she came to drink, but she didn¡¯t expect to burp.
She seems to have forgotten that the play has been completed.
Wen Ya looked at her drunken look and felt a little funny.
Hu Yan¡¯s home is not too far from Wen Ya. Her family situation is good, so she is not like those young girls who have just graduated from school and have to live with others in a very embarrassing environment.
Although the place she rented was in a relatively ordinary community, the environment was pretty good in all aspects.
Fortunately, she was not completely drunk yet and could still barely communicate.
Wen Ya tried her best to finally ask her which building and household she lived in.
She lives in a single room with supporting facilities. Although the house is small, it is fully equipped.
The interior is basically decorated in light colors, and it looks like a place where a little girl lives.
As soon as he entered the door, he could see a painting hanging in the living room. It looked familiar, and he felt that the people in it had seen the same thing before. However, it was obvious that the person who painted this painting was not very good at it.
All in all, it looks a little weird.
Wen Ya placed her on the small sofa in the living room, then got up and poured her a glass of water.
After walking around for a while and coming back, Hu Yan raised her head, looked at Wen Ya blankly, and asked directly: "Why are you here?"
Seeing that he didn't speak, she stood up again and pinched his face a few times.
"Is this true or false?" Then she said to herself: "It must be false. How could Wen Ya appear in my home?"
Wen Ya couldn¡¯t help but twitch the corners of her lips. She didn¡¯t expect Hu Yan to look like this when she was drunk.
"Here, drink some warm water." He handed over the water in his hand.
"No!" She suddenly hugged his arm.
At this moment, her eyes were still obviously drunk, maybe she thought it was in a dream, and then she said coquettishly: "Feed me!"
Listening to her words, Wen Ya's hand holding the water glass suddenly froze. As soon as he lowered his head, he could look into her beautiful eyes.
In fact, Hu Yan is also quite beautiful, but the people around her are really outstanding, Wen Ya is very good-looking, Tang Mian is also beautiful, not to mention Xu Boran.
So much so that her appearance was instantly compared to the bottom of the pile.
There are two small dimples on her cheeks when she smiles. They are not very obvious, but you can still see them if you look closely.
Wen Ya almost forgot what she looked like when he first saw her. Anyway, she looked very inconspicuous. Only then did he notice that she had become so beautiful without knowing when.
Especially when she looked at him acting coquettishly, he felt that his face was getting a little hot, especially since she was leaning against him.
Seeing that he didn't move, she simply lowered her head and drank from his hand.
Wen Ya couldn't help but laugh. He had never seen her like this before. She was quite cute.
Normally, Hu Yan is full of energy and energy, but male and female artists in her family are more sensitive and need to know some sense of propriety.
We usually keep an appropriate distance.
There was a smile on his lips, his voice became gentler, and then he said: "Go in and sleep! It's already very late."
With that said, he helped her into the room.
Hu Yan was quite well-behaved and actually lay down on the bed. However, after she got on the bed, she patted the place next to her and said to him: "Come up!"
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Wen Ya suddenly didn¡¯t know how to answer the call.
The girl in front of her opened her eyes wide, as if she was inviting him seriously.
His instinct told him that if he didn't go up, she might really not sleep.
Wen Ya was immediately embarrassed. What should he do when faced with a drunk woman?
If it were anyone else, the most he could do was send her home safely, where would such things happen?
Only when facing Hu Yan, he didn't realize that he was so patient.
"Okay, I'm right here, you go to sleep first." He could only comfort him verbally, after all, he couldn't really lie down on it!
Hu Yan was really obedient, but before she closed her eyes, she raised her hand and took his hand directly.
Wen Ya was stunned for a moment, then he twitched his arm, but couldn't pull it out.
Wen Ya could only let her hold her while she slept. After waiting for several minutes, he was shocked to realize that he had been too tolerant of Hu Yan.
Especially now that he was still sitting here, staring at her face for a long time.
Immediately, he hurriedly took out his hand.
Hu Yan just moved her hands, but she didn't wake up.
He stood up and felt that his legs were a little numb. He pulled her quilt and covered her.
When he was about to leave, while looking for the light switch in the room, his eyes couldn't help but be attracted by the photos on her dressing cabinet.
The people in the photo are a group photo of three people, including Tang Mian, him and Hu Yan. There are many photos in the room, including his photos or posters.
¡°Some were taken of them together, but none of them were of Hu Yan alone.
Especially there is a sentence written on it!
favorite person¡¡
By some strange coincidence, he opened the photo album she had placed on her desk, which was basically full of his photos.
He flipped through them one by one.
Wen Ya only thought that Hu Yan was her fan and had not thought about anything else.
He is just a little curious about what kind of love his fans have for him.
But when I turned to the back, there were no photos, but ticket stubs from his concerts.
Since his first concert, there have been many, that is to say, she has been present at all his concerts over the years.
His eyes suddenly darkened.
Her mood at that time is recorded under each ticket stub.
Wen Ya completely forgot that he was invading other people's privacy, so he simply sat down.
His eyes fell on a paragraph written below.
Today is Wen Ya's first concert. I have been looking forward to it for a long time. I went to the venue early to wait. He is in really good condition today. He is more confident and radiant than before on the stage in the bar. He should be with me at this moment. Just as excited, after all, he has now realized his dream!
This concert was held out of town. I bought a plane ticket early in the morning and almost missed the flight. Fortunately, I made it in time. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com