After I fell in love with the double slag Gong, Bai Yueguang came back

"Who did you learn this from?" Jiang Yan's voice lowered, and he strode over. Cheng Jianyu's hair was wet, and the cloth on his shoulders was damp, showing signs of being drenched in rain. He looked at Jiang Yan in a daze, slightly Blinked a few times, said nothing, looked a little pitiful.

Jiang Yan restrained his anger, patted his face indifferently, and paused, "Sensibility is your only bright spot, don't lose this bright spot, understand?"

After he finished speaking, he picked up the coat hanger and put his coat on, slammed the door hard, and walked away without hesitation.

Sitting in the driver's seat, Jiang Yan tugged down on the neckline T-shirt a few times, breathing freely. The face in the rearview mirror was violent and cold, like a volcano on the verge of eruption. Jumping suddenly, he clenched his fist and hammered the steering wheel a few times.

Damn, that last sentence was too harsh.

Bringing Cheng Jianyu to participate in this show proves that he takes this relationship seriously, but Cheng Jianyu actually used this vulgar method to scare and balance him, without seeing his sincerity at all.

Jiang Yan flexed his muscles and bones, and the wipers on the windshield swung back and forth. He opened the map navigation on his mobile phone with one hand, and located a local bar in Chinatown.

A friend who was in a band opened it after quitting the circle. The decoration of the door is stylish, and the lights are bright on rainy nights. Because of the heavy rain, the bar's business is bleak tonight.

He opened the door and went in. A few scattered guests were sitting in booths. A bald man in a leather jacket was wiping a glass. When he heard the noise, he raised his head, "Ah! Rare customer!"

Jiang Yan ignored him, and sat on the high stool with his long legs wide open, raised his hand and knocked on the bar counter, "Canned food, wine."

"Didn't you stop drinking?" After all, the can poured a glass of light blue liquid and handed it over, "Try it, my new work."

"Is this mouthwash?" Jiang Yan frowned and put down his wine glass.

Canned looked at him angrily and funny, "Don't take it out on me if you are angry, who offended Young Master Jiang, I guess it was Jiang Shan?"

"No, Jiang Shan is not in Nan." Can Tou scratched his hair and asked casually, "It can't be..."

Jiang Yan turned his face and stared at him for a moment. Canned was afraid of his eyes, his whole body was hairy, and he couldn't help his curiosity, so he boldly said: "How dare Xiaoyu make you angry, he obeys you in everything. , you don’t know how to be blessed when you are in happiness.”

Jiang Yan raised his jaw and looked coldly, "You talk too much."

"Didn't you come to see me just to listen to me?" Canned smiled and pouted behind him, "A little beauty has come to see you."

Kong Xuesong sat on a high stool beside Jiang Yan, and there was nothing unsightly about being able to have a place in the entertainment industry dominated by heroes. His handsome features complemented the dim light of the dome, and he ordered a glass of wine and smiled. Looking at Jiang Yan, "I've always wanted to apologize for cueing you on other shows, but today I finally have the chance."

Jiang Yan glanced at him, tilted his head and looked him up and down slowly, and said softly, "How did you get here?"

"I came here last night." Kong Xuesong looked at the can with a smile, took a straw and inserted it into the wine, and took a sip, "I didn't expect to meet Young Master Jiang tonight. Why didn't Brother Yu come?"

Jiang Yan looked away, lacking interest.

"Seeing that Brother Yu looks like he can hold a lot of alcohol, I would like to have a drink with you if I have a chance." Kong Xuesong said to himself, putting his elbows on the bar, closing the distance between the two of them, and said with a smile, "But I The capacity for alcohol is not very good, so I poured the glass as soon as I drank it."

Jiang Yan stared at him for three seconds, "You come to the bar if you can't drink?"

"I like the atmosphere of the bar." Kong Xuesong laughed dryly, and said half-jokingly: "Young Master Jiang is still so unfeeling when he speaks. I have remembered for three years that you said that I am not suitable for eating and singing!"

Jiang Yan made a perfunctory "Yes", took out the phone from his pocket, and opened WeChat with one hand. Half an hour after leaving, Cheng Jianyu didn't even send a flattering message.

This is not common sense.

"Actually, I think what you said is quite right. My voice is not good enough, and I'm really not suitable for singing. It's fine to take the acting route now."

Kong Xuesong sighed sadly, with a depressed expression and lowered his head, "I grew up alone without my parents. I have no sense of security, and I am so worried about your criticism..."

"You don't have anything?" Jiang Yan moved his eyes to his face, and suddenly thought that Cheng Jianyu's parents were not around since childhood, and grew up with his grandma.

"I don't feel safe." Kong Xuesong saw that he was interested in himself, and said softly: "I hope to find someone who can give me a sense of security. Brother Yan is very good to me, but we are not a couple. Just be friends."

"I really envy Brother Yu for being so confident. He's so attractive. I wouldn't be as confident as him..." He looked at Jiang Yan intentionally or unintentionally. I feel pity.

It is indeed pity.

The pity is Cheng Jianyu.

Jiang Yan never considered Cheng Jianyu's lack of security. Cheng Jianyu grew up alone.

Thinking of it this way, Cheng Jianyu is really pitiful, but he is using deep affection, so there is nothing wrong with it.

The restless emotions accumulated in his chest disappeared immediately, and his mood suddenly brightened. Jiang Yan stood up, pressed his elbows lazily on the bar, and waved at the can, "Come on, you have a business."

Kong Xuesong was stunned, watching curiously.

Canned's eyes glowed, and Mimi smiled and asked, "What business?"

"He doesn't feel safe. You can buy more travel insurance for him." After finishing speaking, Jiang Yan snapped on his sports coat and hat with one hand, and looked at Kong Xuesong with a half-smile, "Please drink the wine, no thanks .”

Kong Xuesong's face is colorful and beautiful.

Jiang Yan turned and left, returned to the hotel again, opened the car door and got out of the car. He stretched and walked with ease.

He still doesn't like Cheng Jianyu's approach, but when he thinks about it carefully, it is true that he did not give Cheng Jianyu a sense of security. A "name" is not enough to calm Cheng Jianyu's heart, and it seems that he needs psychological compensation.

In Jiang Yan's view, exposing the intimacy in front of the camera is a disguised hype, and he doesn't like this kind of vulgar marketing, but if it can reassure Cheng Jianyu, he is willing to do such vulgar things.

Jiang Yan called Cheng Jianyu's mobile phone, but there was no answer. He went straight to the restaurant. The staff at the door saw Jiang Yan and said happily, "Mr. Yan and Mr. Cheng are eating inside, let's take some tidbits."

He frowned, put his hands in the pockets of his trousers carelessly, and walked into the restaurant. Yan Rong was wearing a three-piece suit with a flamboyant bag. Yan Rong sat opposite each other, and the dishes on the table were rich, and the cameras of the two staff members pointed at the table.

Cheng Jianyu's side face is elegant and dignified, with a calm but quiet expression, which never seems to be close to others. Jiang Yan is tired of looking at the face, but today he has other thoughts.

Cheng Jianyu has a straight and pleasant face when facing him, loves to be coquettish and loves to tell sour love stories, and turns his back to face other people, like a mountain that is snow-covered all year round and difficult to climb, which can be seen from a distance and cannot be played with.

He knew this obvious difference in treatment, but he realized clearly again that he was unique to Cheng Jianyu.

Jiang Yan suddenly regretted what he said in the afternoon again.

Of course, Cheng Jianyu's bright spot is not only sensible.

Yan Rong is very good at chatting, even if Cheng Jianyu occasionally added a few words, the atmosphere on the table would not be awkward because of his presence. He poured tea and said with a smile: "Many tourists come here to eat rose dumplings. It is also exported to domestic sales, and its origin is in the city of Guangzhou, China, where the most authentic rose dumplings are."

"Try it, if you have a chance to go back to China, you can try the authentic one."

Cheng Jianyu picked up the fork and forked it, and was about to taste it, when a warm hand held his wrist, Jiang Yan bent down slightly, and ate the rose dumpling with his hand as if no one else was there, staring straight at him, with a slow voice , "See Yu, it's too sweet."

Coupled with this look, the originally plain words sound very ambiguous.

The photography that wanted to shoot some extra material was about to burst out of laughter, and the title of the video was thought of in seconds.

Jiang Yan is very supportive of the work of the photographer and editor, so he sat down in a leisurely manner, his arms naturally hooked Cheng Jianyu's shoulders, casually picked up the chopsticks Cheng Jianyu used on the table, and tasted the dishes on the chopsticks Cheng Jianyu's dinner plate, "Go ahead Talk, don't worry about me."

Yan Rong looked at Jiang Yan's gesture of swearing sovereignty, as if he saw a bully and Si Junxiu's scholar, he didn't want to say a word.

Cheng Jianyu lowered his eyes to look at the cup for a few seconds, then turned his head and said in a low voice, "Brother Chao said this is not allowed in the camera."

"Are you listening to him or to me?" Jiang Yan poured a glass of fruit juice, put it in front of him, and laughed in a low voice, "My daughter-in-law can show off whatever she likes."

Cheng Jianyu pursed his lips, unable to tell whether he was disappointed or happy, "Are you not angry anymore?"

Jiang Yan's hand on his shoulder changed unexpectedly and rubbed the light brown mole on the back of his neck, his palm was itchy, "Who is angry?"

After finishing speaking, he looked at the table and slowly rolled his thumb around the attractive mole, "There will be another time..."

Jiang Yan leaned close to his ear, and said casually in a voice that could be heard by two people: "I don't want you anymore."

Cheng Jianyu said "um", and said seriously: "There will be no next time."

There will be no next time.