Did Not Say Anything About My Feelings

After Wang Jiulong and Guo Qilin came out of the cafe, they went straight to the back door of Deyun Club.Guo Qilin came back to rest these few days, and didn't want to go anywhere to play, just wanted to get together with a few buddies.

So he went to the small garden with Wang Jiulong.

At this time, the fans had already left, and only the staff were left cleaning the garden.Guo Qilin and Wang Jiulong came to sit in the lounge on the second floor. They sat on the sofa and took out their mobile phones to start playing games.After all, young people cannot do without their mobile phones.

At this time, several senior brothers are performing in other places, and the only ones who can talk to Guo Qilin are Wang Jiulong and Zhang Jiuling.

After a while, the door of the room was opened.

A man walked in, with smooth black hair, dressed in sports and casual clothes, he looked young, and had a youthful attitude.

The two raised their heads upon hearing the sound, and Guo Qilin yelled, "Yo! Brother Zhong Yuan!"

When Zhang Jiuling saw him, he grinned: "Da Lin, you are so busy that you are finally free?"

The two made room for him. Wang Jiulong stared at the phone screen with focused eyes, and said, "Quick, quick, I'll add you!"

Zhang Jiuling pushed him: "What are you doing, this Dalin finally found us to get together and you just drag him to play games? You can't communicate with each other?"

Wang Jiulong scolded him with a smile, and said to Dalin, "What else do you have to do next?"

"It's just a special session, there is nothing else, but I still have to think about the book."

The two nodded in agreement.Although many old books are classic and excellent, if there is no new book, it will not be able to retain the audience.

Guo Qilin beat Zhang Jiuling: "When will you invite us to a wedding wine?"

Zhang Jiuling smiled: "Hey, what's the rush, anyway, it's just these few years."

He then nodded to Wang Jiulong who was playing with his mobile phone beside him: "You have to ask this grandson, this grandson hasn't had a regular girlfriend yet."

"What is he? Tall, rich and handsome, that big guy, with his good looks, isn't it easy to find a girlfriend?" Guo Qilin joked.

"I'm not in a hurry, am I only 22? Why are you in a hurry?" Wang Jiulong raised his eyebrows and said.

Guo Qilin pointed at him: "Hey! You look young, don't you?"

Zhang Jiuling couldn't help laughing: "It's okay, we are at our age, 96, 95, 94, don't make fun of anyone."

"Yes, if you talk about cross talk, it's easy to get married early, just like you." Guo Qilin nodded and said to Zhang Jiuling.

Zhang Jiuling said: "But I guess, in our Deyun Club, you and Jiulong should be the latest to get married."

Wang Jiulong glanced at him and asked, "Why?"

"Da Lin is so hot now, isn't it? There is still Master blocking it, so you have to be careful about picking a wife. And you, you have to talk about dozens of people with your personality."

"Fuck you! What do you mean talking about dozens of people?!"

Zhang Jiuling laughed so hard that he moved closer to Guo Qilin and said, "This grandson will probably attack single female fans someday."

Wang Jiulong looked at the wretched appearance of the two of them laughing together with indifference, and pursed his lips in disgust: "You two need to show some face!"

In the eyes of his brothers, Wang Jiulong is a person with a strange personality.Although his personality is not introverted, he is even a very active person, but he is not the kind of stupid big man with well-developed limbs and a simple mind.When they treat women, they don't think it's his girlfriend. They talk about affection, but they are so alienated, because Wang Jiulong is always like that, with a smile on his mouth, and his tone of voice is indifferent. It can't be seen that he really cares. Is it gone?

"Hey, where shall we go these few days?" Guo Qilin asked.

Wang Jiulong said: "What's so interesting about us old men?"

Guo Qilin thought for a while, then slapped the two of them on the shoulders, and jumped off Wang Jiulong and Zhang Jiuling.

"How about watching a catwalk? It's not the kind of Internet celebrity model, but the kind of international model in the show."

Zhang Jiuling sneered: "Come on, do you still want to catch a nen model? With your height, a human model is fine with Kowloon, forget it."

Guo Qilin kicked him: "Do you understand how to appreciate beauty?!"

Wang Jiulong shook his head helplessly: "Come on, the show is too high-end, we can't appreciate it."

Guo Qilin squinted at him: "Yo Yo, I don't know who is dating a model girl?"

Wang Jiulong said with a smile: "I used to talk about ordinary models. I'm not interested in the international model you mentioned in the show."

Zhang Jiuling also protested: "I'm not going either, I'm a family man, I can't fool around with you two."

Guo Qilin looked at the two of them with contempt: "It's boring!"

…………

A show in Beijing.

Ling Pan was sitting in the dressing room. She had already done her makeup and clothes, and was playing with her mobile phone with her head down.

A middle-aged man walked in, looked around, and fixed his eyes on her.

The middle-aged man walked over and said to her, "Miss Ling, long time no see."

Ling Pan raised his head and said calmly: "Mr. Zhao, what do you need from me?"

Mr. Zhao coughed and said in a low voice, "Can we go out and talk?"

"You want to talk about your wife's rape?"

"..." Mr. Zhao didn't speak, but glanced at the people around him, and lowered his head in embarrassment.

"You are looking for mistress, your wife's rape has nothing to do with me, please don't get me involved in your family affairs. I am very angry about you cheating on me, and I will not accept any apology or compensation. It seems that next time someone invites me to dinner, I really have to be more careful." Ling Pan admired the manicure he had just done, and said lightly.

"Yes, yes, there was really no other way. I happened to meet you, so...please forgive me." Mr. Zhao hurriedly said, "I'm here to sincerely apologize to you today, and I hope you can forgive my mistake , after all... Ms. Ling Yun and I have some friendship."

Ling Pan's body froze, and he turned to look at him.Mr. Zhao met her eyes and shuddered.

"My mother..." Ling Pan sneered, "You are still interested in inquiring about my family background."

"No, no, I dare not. Ms. Ling Yun used to be the number one model in China, and her daughter is certainly not bad..."

"So you came to apologize to me because you knew who my mother was, right?" Ling Pan said coldly.

"Uh……"

"If you don't know, you might not even talk to me, let alone apologize to me, and even block me because I revealed your x photos to your wife."

Mr. Zhao quickly shook his head: "How could that be! I shouldn't have used you, it's my fault."

Ling Pan didn't want to pretend to be polite to him anymore, so he got up and walked outside: "Mr. Zhao, please go back, the air is not so good, I'm afraid it will block your nose!"

Ling Pan stepped on stiletto heels and walked backstage with her long skirt in hand.

Feeling depressed for a while, when she heard "Ling Yun" in Mr. Zhao's mouth, she felt a harsh "buzzing" in her ears.

She shook her head, temporarily refusing to think about the things that made her heart ache.

The show was already full of people, and the lights on the runway in the middle were dimly lit.The prelude to the music gradually entered, and the models appeared one after another in elegant dresses.Generally, the first three at the opening and the last three at the closing are models with a relatively high profile, and Ling Pan, who is a newcomer, is placed in the middle.

She wore a long black dress and evening dress, and stepped on black high-heeled shoes with rhinestones, and she appeared on the stage.The neat short hair was just above the shoulders, and the shiny earrings set off her slender neck even more white.

This is Ling Pan's first important show since she entered the industry. If this show is successful, she will be famous in the circle.

At least everyone will know that there is a potential newcomer named Ling Pan.