Rather than saying that Li Yinyin calmed down, it was better to say that she was so disappointed that she didn't want to take any action to save this relationship.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Han Xiao was sitting on the massage chair, playing with his mobile phone, but his expression didn't mean to have any fun, but looked a bit cold.

Li Yehan was taking a bath in the bathroom, the old man was very enthusiastic today, he must come outside to have a good time, Han Xiao didn't care, anyway, Li Yehan's kung fu was good enough.

Today's concert was undoubtedly a success, but it was a surprise and rekindled Li Yehan's passion for him.

However, the thing that Han Xiao took the initiative to plan did not succeed—the key person, Li Yinyin, after "solving the misunderstanding", did not express anything, did not chase after him fiercely, did not call to confess his love, and did not even send a message. No hair, the whole person seems to have evaporated.

Fortunately, he cried for more than ten minutes with tears streaming down his face, his eyes were swollen, sore and stagnant, and his throat was also a little uncomfortable... Li Yinyin didn't express it at all?

If Li Yinyin rushes forward to beg him to get back together, then he can take advantage of the situation and test Li Yehan's so-called "complete freedom", making Li Yehan regret it, the cooked duck flew away, or when it was the most sweet and attractive, This is enough to take Li Yehan's feelings for him to another level.

When Han Xiao walked out of the TV station, he had already adjusted his state, and waited for that silly tall young man to catch up, begging him to forgive himself, begging him not to leave, and then Han Xiao could show a heartbroken expression, The struggle between the two men made the wealthy father and son lose their minds at the same time.

Men are cheap, one-on-one relationships will always be boring, they have to fight to fully mobilize their blood and passion, and Han Xiao, he is like a vine that feeds on people's love. He only likes the way others love him passionately, chasing eyes, demanding body, growing wantonly in the entanglement of love and hate, blooming flowers that are lingering to death, this is the life he most yearns for.

As for who the person who loves him is, that doesn't matter.

Li Yehan, who came out of the shower, picked up Han Xiao and carried him to the massage table, as if treating a treasure, doing long and trivial foreplay until the smell of green tea wafted to every corner of the room.

When bumping on Li Yehan's body, Han Xiao groaned sweetly while thinking distractedly, why didn't Li Yinyin catch up?

That night, on Saturday, I came to Li Yehan's villa again. When he walked into the living room, scented candles were still burning on the long snow-white European-style dining table. Rose petals were sprinkled from the entrance hall to the living room, and the expensive food was removed plate by plate. .

Li Yehan and Han Xiao obviously just finished their candlelight dinner.

On Saturday, I thought to myself, yes, just now I was holding Li Yinyin and crying for reunion, now I will have a candlelight dinner with Li Yehan.

As if noticing Saturday's gaze, Han Xiao lowered his head and slowly closed his left hand on the dining table.

Li Yehan didn't notice anything unusual. He stood up and praised Saturday: "Today's performance was very successful, and the momentum has already been built. Why not strike while the iron is hot and start making the MV for the single "Sraken" first."

Saturday nodded and agreed, saying that the MV can be filmed next weekend, they have already rented a yacht, and when the weather is good, they will go out to sea to shoot exterior scenes.

Li Yehan was very satisfied with this, and went upstairs with Han Xiao in his arms.

However, Han Xiao broke free from his arms, supported the table with one hand, and said weakly but firmly: "This is the first time I shoot an MV, and I want to chat with Xiao Jia about my ideas."

Alpha was full of energy. Although he was satisfied once in the massage room, Li Yehan was still in high spirits at this time. Hearing what Han Xiao said, he couldn't help showing a disappointed expression, and said: "Then you guys talk first, I'll go to the study."

The two people's eyes and eyes were full of the smell of pheromones, and they got goosebumps watching them on Saturday.

After Li Yehan left, Han Xiao was still standing by the dining table, fiddling with a silver table knife.

Although the more you look at Han Xiao on Saturday, the less pleasing it is to your eyes, but after all, he is an artist he wants to serve. He must be strict and correct when dealing with serious work. With this in mind, he opened his briefcase, took out his laptop, and put it on the table: "MV There are three versions of the concept version here, which are cut by the best post-production company in the industry, look..."

"You can send me an email, I'll take a look when I have time," Han Xiao said.

Saturday realized that he didn't mean to discuss work at all, so he couldn't help but raise his head.

Han Xiao stood beside the bed, the light fell from above his head, and instead hid his expression in the backlight. Even so, Saturday still noticed that those eyes, which were always weak and mournful, had a different kind of scrutiny at this moment.

The object of inspection is Saturday.

"Xiao Jia, do you like Yinyin?"

Saturday:"???"

Han Xiao sighed: "Yinyin doesn't even answer my calls, but because of your news, he came to the scene of "The King of Mortal Singers..."

On Saturday, I looked dazed, what is this unfolding.

"Yinyin hates me the most when I use his father's stinky money to become famous, but write songs for me because of you?" Han Xiao changed his posture and leaned on the edge of the table. Because of the pain in his lower back, he let out a soft cry, a little tired He said in a low voice, "Li Yehan is really old, and he is as young as a young man."

Saturday's face darkened: "What exactly do you want to say?"

At this moment, Han Xiao has obviously shown his true colors. However, this is not a good thing for Saturday. He is still counting on maintaining a peaceful appearance so that he can continue to be a manager conscientiously.

"You think I don't know? Yinyin is your signed artist now, right? The vocal teacher already knows him, so he has been running to you, right? I underestimated you," Han Xiao slid two fingers across Saturday's chin , stopped, and his scrutiny eyes fell on Saturday's face again, "It's a waste to have this face on you. You get old every day and get old easily. What's the use of working hard? Yinyin will only Treating you as a good brother and a good manager, if you have the time to worry about your career, it is better to go to a beauty salon for more maintenance, so that the small thoughts in your heart can be realized."

Saturday was so angry that he opened Han Xiao's hand and stood up suddenly. The pain caused by a muscle stretch made him gasp: "Hiss..."

Han Xiao couldn't laugh suddenly, his face froze, as if he saw a ghost suddenly.

He didn't see Han Xiao's expression on Saturday, but now he wants to get out of here quickly, get away from this annoying person, because the three views don't agree, it's useless to talk more, he covered his back and nodded at Han Xiao: "MV I I will send you an email, please prepare well, we will officially start filming next Monday."

After speaking, Saturday picked up the computer and left without looking back.

Han Xiao stared at the back of Saturday's departure, and suddenly showed an extremely ugly and distorted smile: "No wonder Yinyin didn't come to chase me, it turned out to be like this..."

On Saturday, I lowered my sense of presence, wandered around the butler's room, and took the spare key upstairs.

On the fourth floor, Mrs. Xu Jiayu's house.

In front of the snow-white dressing table, Chen Ke was sitting upright, with a piece of paper spread out in front of him, on which were written and drawn, as well as many numbers and formulas.

When he came in on Saturday, Chen Ke was holding a pen in his mouth, sitting on a lace-lined makeup chair with his legs apart, and his hands were on the table as if he was holding some kind of conference.

Such a manly sitting posture and the equipment of the dressing table made Saturday laugh out loud when he saw it. He tossed the key and threw it in front of Chen Ke, jokingly said, "Why, are you stunned by your own beauty?"

Chen Ke saw in the mirror that Saturday's standing posture was not quite right, so he immediately got up and supported him: "What's going on?"

"It fell a bit," Saturday said.

Chen Ke was not relentless, he pinched Saturday's waist, and Saturday was so painful that he almost jumped up: "What are you doing!"

"How did you fall?" Chen Ke stared fixedly at Saturday with his dark eyes, apparently not believing his words.

On Saturday, I had to tell Chen Ke about the gossip that happened backstage in "The King of Ordinary Songs". Click that.

"Mind your own business." Chen Ke commented.

I felt very good about myself on Saturday, and I woke up a confused young man, but I got such a comment, and I couldn't get it out of my chest.

Coupled with being disgusted by Han Xiao just now, his temper came up.

Chen Ke didn't notice that Saturday was unhappy, and still asked himself: "Does it hurt when I breathe?"

Saturday: "╭(╯^╰)╮"

Chen Ke: "Do you know that there is an old aunt next door to me who was hit by a bicycle and fell to the ground. At first she just felt a chest pain. After a few months, it was a rib fracture. If it was a little bit worse, the bone spur pierced the lung lobe , that's fatal, you know?"

Saturday was frightened: "No, it's not that serious... I just have pain in my lower back."

Chen Ke took out the medicine box again, took some ointment for bruises, wiped it with his hands, and massaged Saturday's lower back with moderate force, saying, "Don't take your body seriously, even if they fight in groups or you You're so stupid, it's not worth your little finger."

He was still angry on Saturday, but when he heard Chen Ke's words, he was a little moved, and his anger disappeared.

"Okay." Professional masseur Chen Ke finished the massage, put away the medicine box, and sat back on the bed.

On Saturday, he put down his clothes, threw them in a prone position, hugged the pillow, and turned to look at Chen Ke: "By the way, what did you say you were going to test? Did it succeed? Can you tell me?"

Chen Ke smiled: "Not yet, but soon."

On Saturday, he scratched his stomach and scratched his stomach, but this time Chen Ke's tone was very strict, no matter how he teased Chen Ke, it was useless.

"Don't toss about, your waist can't take it." Chen Ke pressed Saturday, who was thrashing around, and stuffed him into the quilt.

On Saturday, he showed his head and looked at Chen Ke with bright eyes: "Do you want to bite one?"

"..." Chen Ke wavered.

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