Jing Shao's little ancestor became popular

The hot pot restaurant is usually open until three in the morning, because it is close to the studio, and stars of all sizes often come to patronize it. The location is remote, but the taste is good, and it is quiet. Even if it is a busy dining time, few people will go there on purpose. Observe whether the person sitting next to you is an entertainer in the news report.

So after entering the hot pot restaurant, Zhao Mocheng and Song Nanyan found a remote place, ordered their favorite dishes, and ate on their own, feeling rare and at ease—if it wasn't for Jiang Yan who appeared later.

Jiang Yan always behaved like a nobleman, with his slender legs crossed together, his handsome and gloomy face became more and more sinister in the rising smoke.

Song Nanyan acted as if he had never seen this person, and indifferently put the vegetables in the bowl into his mouth after scalding them in plain water—female artists are always afraid of getting fat. Zhao Mocheng looked at the aura between the two and greeted him Called Mr. Beijing next door N times.

Although everyone wants to see Young Master Jiang and Young Master Jing, it can't be under such circumstances.

Zhao Mocheng thought that if he didn't speak, the scene would be too embarrassing, so he said with a gentle and handsome face, "You can add more dishes to what Mr. Jiang likes to eat."

But Rao, Zhao Yingdi, whose status in the circle is rising day by day, was also defeated by the gloomy and silent young master of the Jiang family, until the heartless woman next to him took a few mouthfuls and put down his chopsticks.
"Mocheng, I'm full, let's go first."

Then without waiting for anyone to answer, Song Nanyan stood up, picked up his coat, turned around and left, except for throwing a sentence to Zhao Mocheng before leaving,
"Last time I invited you, this time you pay the bill."

After that, she never looked at the two people around her again, especially the man Jiang Yan who had been staring at her from beginning to end.

Zhao Mocheng glanced at Jiang Yan's expression, then glanced at the time, and said hesitantly,

"too late for me"

The man on the side finally spoke, and interrupted Zhao Mocheng's words with a slight coolness, "I'll take you back."

Song Nanyan, who was standing, treated him like air, without giving him a look, and left directly.

There was a sound of "哐—" and there was an ear-piercing sound from the table and chair being kicked down. When Sheng Xi heard the sound and looked over, it was the back of Jiang Yan who followed Song Nanyan quickly.

Then, he looked at the lonely actor Zhao Mocheng.

Sheng Xi was enjoying Jingxiu Nian's food, and when he met Zhao Mocheng's eyes, he was stunned for a moment, "Shall we find Zhao Mocheng to fight for a table?"

Naturally, Jing Xiunian didn't allow a light bulb to come back after finally driving it away. Is he so idle?

But in the end, Zhao Mocheng and the two people here nodded as a greeting, and then left.

Jing Xiunian quietly enjoyed the feeding time for his girlfriend.

Thinking of Jiang Yan who just chased Song Nanyan out, Sheng Xi couldn't help being curious,

"I've known Mr. Jiang for so long, but I've never seen him like this before. Is it possible that Jiang Yan likes Song Nanyan?"

She looked up at the man next to her. After being in the hot pot restaurant for so long, he was basically cooking and she was eating. Hearing her question, the man stopped his movements and replied,
"Yes, I like it."

"Unrequited love?" Sheng Xi pondered over his words, and really couldn't believe that a person like Jiang Yan would still like someone, and people didn't like him.

A first-class appearance, a first-class family background, and a woman who doesn't seem to be messed up emotionally. I'm afraid many women would want to marry such a man, right?

Just like the cold and cold young master Jing Xiunian in front of her, in her previous life, she remembered that Jing Xiunian was one of the people that women in the entire imperial capital and even country A wanted to marry.

But even though she thought so, Jing Xiunian thought it was nothing unusual.

"People always have to fall in front of the person they like. Otherwise, do you think that if a person like us likes someone, that person will definitely like us?"

Jing Xiunian said to Sheng Xi, and Sheng Xi subconsciously replied, "Isn't it?"

Speaking of this, Sheng Xi was a little curious, "Jing Xiunian, don't you have an ex-girlfriend? Could it be that you are still like Jiang Yan, when you like others, but they don't like you?"

Under the bright light, when the man heard her words, his handsome side face was slightly startled, and Sheng Xi listened to his answer after a while,
"Have."

"what?"

Almost subconsciously, Sheng Xi let out an "ah" with a disbelieving expression.

The man opposite handed her a cup of warm lemonade, and said casually,

"Half a year ago." He paused, "Sheng Xi, you never even looked at me."

"this."

This time it was Sheng Xi's turn to be speechless, but Jing Xiunian didn't care, he just said,

"I thought, if you don't look at me again, I'll tie you up and let you go until you fall in love with me."

He said in a joking tone, his thin lips evoked a faint smile,
"Sheng Xi, I have an overbearing possessive desire for the person I like, do you think it's abnormal?"

There was imperceptible seriousness in his pitch-black eyes, but it seemed like he couldn't see clearly, but Sheng Xi shook his head very firmly,
"No, you won't do that."

"why?"

Seeing that she didn't want to eat any more, Jing Xiunian pulled out a tissue, his movements were elegant and dignified, even in the noisy environment around him, he exuded a charming and cold aura.

After wiping his bony fingers clean, he grabbed her wrist and wiped her jade-white fingers one by one—with him, no matter what he did, he was so meticulous.

Even if he doesn't need to do these at all, he will do everything well and do it perfectly.

Sheng Xi stared at him wiping his fingers, and answered three words,

"Reluctant."

Yes, I can't bear it.

Whether it was the previous life or the rebirth, Sheng Xi couldn't think of the reason why she could make a man like a god willing to step down from the altar for her.

He even died for her in the previous life, even though he had so many opportunities to kidnap her as he said, or directly get rid of the scum she "liked", but he didn't do it, because in the previous life, she proved by death What I really love is someone else.

Watching her fall in love with others, how much it must be.

Memories of the previous life roared in her mind, Sheng Xi only felt a fine pain in her heart, she couldn't, absolutely couldn't let the things of the previous life happen again.

She put away her complicated thoughts and stared at the man's handsome side face. The dim light made the man's facial lines soften. He heard her and glanced at her, his eyes darkened, and his thin lips curled up again. With a helpless sigh, and a bit of pampering,
"Yes, I will be reluctant."

But in the end he didn't tie her up, but she returned to him.

Thinking of this, Jing Xiunian would not ask why.

Even if the person in front of him really approached him with a purpose as others said, he would not ask about matters in the relationship.

With a purpose, it is to have plans for him, and he likes that the only woman he likes has plans for him.

He was afraid that she would not plan anything.

"I'm full, shall I take you back?"

The man stood up, picked up the coat with one hand, and reached out to her with the other.

Sheng Xi held that warm and callused big palm, raised her pretty face and said "yes" to him.

The two palms that are intertwined will not be easily separated in the future.

They cherish each other's hard-won fate more than anyone else.

But some people may not be so lucky.

It was already early morning, and there were no people on the road. Song Nanyan wrapped her petite figure tightly in a large windbreaker.

The scarf covered more than half of her face. In the middle of the night, no one might recognize her as the famous high-cold goddess and national idol Song Nanyan.

The reserved car hadn't arrived yet, Song Nanyan was standing waiting for the car, when footsteps approached behind her, she froze for a moment, then vigilantly clenched the bag in her hand, thinking that she wouldn't be so unlucky to be robbed in the middle of the night Bandits?

Then tomorrow's headlines will be all about her.

The footsteps were getting closer, Song Nanyan held her breath, and there was no one around, where should she run?
If I had known that Zhao Mocheng would have given it away just now, it was all because of the damn Jiang Yan's sudden appearance that broke her mood!
Seeing that the person was about to approach, Song Nanyan simply picked up the sharp end of the bag and threw it at the figure approaching behind him. The person didn't seem to expect her to react like this, and he stretched out after being hit hard With a big palm, he grabbed the frightened little girl into his arms with a backhand.

The words that he opened his mouth carried the usual coolness,

"Song Nanyan, it's me!"

The face of the struggling woman in her arms was flushed red, and most of her scarf was off. She stared blankly at the familiar face that suddenly appeared. After a few seconds, she realized that she was furious, and picked up the bag in her hand and threw it at him again.

There was faint anger in the voice,

"Jiang Yan, it's you that my old lady smashed!"

Depend on!
Is he still the same Song Nanyan who has won all the awards and is extremely charming but aloof and glamorous in every move?
Jiang Yan covered his forehead, which was hit twice, and frowned,
"I'm also your ex-boyfriend anyway, can you be gentler?"

"It's not bad if I didn't smash you to death, pervert!"

Song Nanyan tidied up her scarf. The reserved car just arrived. She ignored the man on the side and directly opened the door to get in the car.

The driver asked, "Is your boyfriend not getting in the car?"

The woman sitting in the back seat sneered, "Damn pervert, what boyfriend."

Then slammed the door shut.

The taxi sped away, and the evil peach blossom eyes of the man standing there were no longer frivolous smiles, but dark coldness that dripped ink.

He picked up his mobile phone, made a call, and reported a series of license plate numbers.

"Check it out for me, where is this car parked?"

He wants to see what kind of rich money the ex-girlfriend who dumped him a few years ago has brought, and he doesn't even give him a look!