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When Rodin was talking, he stared straight at Song Lai. Fang Yan glanced at him, and leaned in front of Song Lai himself, "No need to introduce, it's none of your business."

Rodin has always loved beauties. When he saw Song Lai's exquisite face, he would not let it go easily. He passed Fang Yan and stretched out his hand towards Song Lai, actively ignoring the alienation in Song Lai's eyes, and greeted him enthusiastically, "Hello, you are beautiful." .”

Song Lai was very reluctant to reach out and not hit the smiling face, but he had to take care of it, so that Fang Yan would not be overwhelmed.

Song Lai stretched out his hand slowly, but Fang Yan blocked Rodin's hand before he touched it, and then was held tightly again.

Song Lai was startled, and immediately wanted to pull back his hand, but Fang Yan was so strong that Song Lai blushed and couldn't pull it out.

With a smile on the corner of Rodin's mouth, his charming eyes blinked at Fang Yan, with a look of "I see it through", "Jahleel, I'm very sad, it's a husband and wife."

As soon as Rodin said this, Song Lai immediately looked at Fang Yan, Fang Yan also looked at Song Lai with a look of astonishment, his expression was very flustered, and he held Song Lai's hand even tighter and refused to let go, "Don't get me wrong ! His Chinese is not good, I have nothing to do with him!"

Fang Yan said, then turned his head and glared at Rodin, "What nonsense are you talking about? Who is married to you? Please explain clearly!"

Seeing that both Song Lai and Fang Yan reacted strongly, Rodin was still a little confused, and asked innocently, "Isn't it right?"

Seeing the eye contact between the two, Song Lai felt his teeth sore and his head ached badly.

He sneered, his voice was terribly cold, "Boss Fang, please let go, this will cause misunderstanding."

As soon as Fang Yan heard Song Lai's tone, he knew that he had misunderstood, and he refused to let go. He pushed Rodin beside him again, "I'll give you another chance to explain clearly."

Rodin frowned with a pitiful look, seeing Fang Yan's anxious appearance at the moment, he didn't dare to play anymore, so he just smiled "hehe", "Just kidding.

I'm Jahleel's friend, nice to meet you. "

"It's really just a friend, he's from Manchester HQ and I didn't know he was here beforehand."

Fang Yan then explained.

Song Lai looked at Rodin at the side and then at Fang Yan, noncommittal to his words, "Have you finished talking?"

Fang Yan was taken aback and didn't speak.

"Let go when you're done talking, I still have work to do."

Song Lai wanted to break free from Fang Yan's hand as he spoke.

Perhaps Fang Yan was in a trance at the moment, and Song Lai easily broke free.

After giving a slight nod to Rodin, he walked past Fang Yan to the elevator, and got on the elevator without any hesitation.

Fang Yan stood there staring at his hand for a long time before he came back to his senses. He glanced at Rodin and said in a weak voice, "I still have something to do. You can have fun by yourself."

Rodin seldom saw Fang Yan like this, and he couldn't tell if he was angry for a while, so he hurriedly stopped in front of him, "I'm sorry! I didn't mean it... I think you like it, and I want to help you."

Fang Yan gave a "hmm" and didn't deny it. He looked up at Rodin and nodded, "I like him very much."

Rodin was taken aback, his eyes widened, "Really?!"

"real."

Fang Yan replied.

Rodin was as happy as if he found some strange and interesting toy, "I'm very happy! He seems to mind you!"

Fang Yan turned around and looked at the passing crowd, and smiled slightly, "That's called 'care', not 'mind'."

Rodin hurriedly changed his words, "I care! He cares about you!"

Fang Yan stretched his eyebrows, his expression tender.

"I know, he cares about me."

Rodin was afraid that his joke just now would delay the two of them, so he hurriedly pushed Fang Yan towards the elevator entrance, "Quickly explain! Come on!"

Fang Yan didn't hesitate any longer, and got on the elevator while making a phone call.

Fang Yan originally wanted to call the hotel staff to find out which room Song Lai lived in, but he was afraid that Song Lai would be disgusted, so he called Lin Shen instead.

Lin Shen was also very surprised when he learned that Song Lai was in Manchester from the phone, and almost knocked over the coffee at hand.

"Is Mr. Song staying in Manchester?" Lin Shen asked.

Hearing Lin Shen's words, Fang Yan knew that he knew about Song Lai's visit to City C, so he became upset, "You know why he didn't tell me in advance when he came to City C."

"I only found out in the morning that Mr. Song was there to discuss cooperation, and he came back on an evening flight. I thought you wouldn't meet, so I didn't say anything."

Fang Yan paused, "What time is his flight at night?"

Lin Shen turned to check, and replied, "Ten o'clock in the evening."

Fang Yan raised his wrist and glanced at his watch. He didn't say anything to Lin Shenduo, but told him to stare at the Song family and hung up the phone.

The elevator stopped on the tenth floor. This is a business suite. Fang Yan knew that a person like Song Lai who does not like extravagance would not live in an expensive room, but since he is here, he will definitely want to see the facilities in Manchester. The best way to see the standard of a hotel is the business room.

Fang Yan called Song Lai as soon as he got out of the elevator. Song Lai didn't want to answer it at first, but felt suspicious and petty if he didn't answer the phone, so he answered it.

"I'm on the tenth floor, which one do you live in?" Fang Yan asked bluntly.

Song Lai was stunned for a moment, "How can you be sure I'm on the tenth floor?"

Fang Yan chuckled, "There is a tacit understanding."

Song Lai didn't bother to talk to him, and wanted to hang up, but Fang Yan's voice came from the other end of the phone, which was soft and pitiful.

"Don't be angry, I just want to see you."

Song Lai was silent for a while, and his originally hard-hearted heart softened unconsciously.

It's not that he doesn't know what Fang Yan is thinking, and it's not that he can't see his pitiful disguise, but whether it's true or not, Song Lai doesn't really want to hurt him.

"1021."

Song Lai finally compromised.

A few minutes later, there was a knock on Song Lai's door.

Song Lai was standing at the door, staring at the door with his mobile phone in his hand.

He could hear Fang Yan's voice clearly, and seemed to be able to vaguely recognize Fang Yan's mood, but he stood there without moving.

Song Lai suddenly remembered that when he went to Manchester to find Fang Yan, maybe he was the same as himself now, standing inside the door and waiting quietly.

Waiting for the unknown future, and also waiting for this entanglement that I don't know when it will end.

Fang Yan waited for a while but did not wait for Song Lai to open the door. He was anxious, raised his hand and knocked on the door again, stuck to the door and said in a low voice, "If you don't open the door, I will say it here."

Only then did Song Lai come back to his senses, he took a long breath, took two steps to open the door, but the person still stood at the door and refused to let go, "Tell me, what's the matter."

The two were very close, and Fang Yan could see the fine hairs on his fair face when he lowered his eyes slightly.

Fang Yan's thoughts moved slightly, and he couldn't help holding Song Lai's hand. Song Lai was caught by him without paying attention for a moment, and he took two steps back while struggling. Fang Yan took the opportunity to sneak into the door and closed the door .

Song Lai was anxious and gave him a dry look, "Did you do it on purpose?"

Fang Yan still refused to let go, and chuckled, "Would you believe me when I said something unintentional?"

The author says:

Rodin is still a good person haha~ His Chinese is not good, please forgive me~

As soon as Rodin came out, Xiao Song began to be a little different hehe~

So today is also begging for Silian!Begging for collection!Begging for a comment!Kneel for starfish!Begging for a reward~

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