Chapter 407

The play of "the rest of life" ended perfectly at the suburban Church in Las Vegas.

As ye Huanyan raised his hand and shouted to the intercom, "OK, this one..."

At the end of the last scene, Guan Nai in white gauze and Su Nianhua in suits and shoes on the side of the camera are both smiling with happiness on their faces.

When the whole crew took a group photo, ye Huanyan was busy calling all the people to gather and take photos. The scene was a little chaotic. Su Nianhua saw Ling Han standing in the distance, hesitated for a few seconds, and walked forward, "why not take photos?"

Seeing Su Nianhua, Ling Han's eyes slightly stagnated, "I'm not from your crew, no need."

"Since you are so outsider, why do you still follow?"

Ling Han glanced at him, "there are too many men in the crew, and I'm afraid some people will not die."

"You say me?"

Su Nianhua asked bluntly, "after all these years, my daughter is as old as your son. Do you still think I'm obsessed with Yan Yan?"

Ling Han didn't speak.

Over time, ye Huanyan's return made Su Nianhua's sharp thorn disappear. He just felt lucky that she could come back, because her return also brought him peace of mind, peace of mind and the peace of mind that Zeng Rou had a good life.

Su Nianhua helped his forehead, which seemed a little tired. "So many people think I'm obsessed with her, and sometimes I let myself get in a trance, asking myself if I should have been so determined to her, as if I must entangle her until the end, which is the end."

The hot wind blew by his side, and the corners of his clothes moved. Ling Han still didn't speak.

"But I think you're all wrong, just like Yan Yan's brother who loved Su Ke before and is now with Xiao Yue. I have one thing in common with Gu Sinian, that is, we get along with the people we once loved very little, and we feel a lot of guilt. After so many years of chasing, we can't tell whether it's for compensation or love, or maybe both."

“……”

"I loved Yan Yan, but it was fifteen or six years ago. I was guilty in the next ten years, and then I was blaming myself in the next five or six years. It has nothing to do with love, so you... Don't think too much."

Since ye Huanyan disappeared five years ago, Ling Han and Su Nianhua have always been unmanageable in the company. In recent years, his career has declined sharply, and he is not easy to get along with. He has not caused less trouble for entertainment. Although Ling Han is indifferent to him on the face, he is still too tolerant to him in private.

It's all about ye Huanyan's face.

So after Qianfan's death, Su Nianhua realized that he had undertaken his human kindness for so many years and would always pay it back.

This reassurance must be given to suspicious people like him first.

Ling Han was indifferent. After a while, he said, "I'm not talking about you."

Su Nianhua's heart clicked, and he looked into the distance with his clear eyes. Ye Huanyan was taking a selfie with Bai Ting, the second male fresh meat in the same crew, holding his arm. Bai Ting has a strong momentum recently, known as the National School grass. It seems that he has not had an affair, and this intimate gesture is also rare.

Su Nianhua's face turned white for a few minutes, "can't it..."

Just that excuse seemed to have become a joke. Ling Han deliberately didn't give him a step down and casually said, "I don't think you are a threat to me."

Su Nianhua's face turned white again for a moment, and he suddenly refused to obey his airway, "what's his threat?"

Ling Han didn't even look at him and spit out two words, "young."

Su Nianhua is as old as ye Huanyan, while Ling Han is eight years older than them. Now at the age of 40, he is indeed a little jealous of others' youth.

"..." Su Nianhua smiled stiffly. Bai Ting had just graduated. In his early twenties, he was young enough, whether compared with Ling Han or with him.

"I was also very young."

He tugged at the corners of his mouth, barely maintaining his politeness.

Ling Han seemed to be reminded. After pondering for a few seconds, he suddenly relaxed and smiled, "well, that face should like to be older."

what?

Su Nianhua's face was livid.

He felt that he had nothing to do to comfort Ling Han. He was absolutely out of his mind. "Hey, brother Hua, come and take photos." Xiao Wu's voice called Su Nianhua away. Ling Han looked at ye Huanyan, who was surrounded in the middle, with a lot of smiles in his eyes.

Is the thief's heart immortal?

I'm afraid you don't have the ability.

……

The crew of "the rest of life" was officially killed that day under the full witness of Ling Han. After that, the crew withdrew to China and began to make post editing nonstop to try to make a new year film for the Spring Festival. However, the post editing work only required ye Huanyan to occasionally go over and look at it, and the whole person was a lot at leisure.

"Hey, didn't your relatives come at the wedding? What happened later?"

Ling Han narrowed his eyes, tilted his head from the spacious plane seat and looked at the woman leaning on his shoulder. His tone was very careless, "who told you that it was my relatives? Who did you see?"

The relatives of Ling Han's family are a little closer. Ye Huanyan somehow has a familiar face. The only family that can be called by name is Ling Dongyu's family. His grandfather's relatives have met several times and can't be called by name.

But the meaning of his words inevitably surprised ye Huanyan, "didn't you send out all the invitations?"

"Fake wedding, do you need real relatives?"

Ling Han hooked the corners of his mouth, revealing a sly smile.

He didn't take the wedding seriously from the beginning, so Secretary Dong was the only one who seriously received the invitation, just to help him find Asian mass actors in Las Vegas.

For Ling Han's behavior, ye Huanyan only commented in four words, "crafty."

"If you don't do this, relatives and friends attended this wedding and will attend our wedding soon? It doesn't matter if ordinary people don't bother to explain. My grandparents and my second uncle always have to explain. I'm not afraid of trouble, just afraid you're bored."

His voice lingered in his ears. He had just drunk a glass of orange juice sent by the stewardess, and even his breath was full of the fresh aroma of oranges.

Naonao's attitude towards Ling Han was much better. When he got on the plane, he was hugged by him. Although his face was awkward, he didn't resist. This time, Ling Han was happy for a while, and then talked a little more. In contrast, ye Huanyan felt that he had changed his character with him, and was a little less talkative.

"What's the matter?"

Noticing her silence, Ling Han stopped talking and looked at her puzzled.

Ye Huanyan's tone was faint, "nothing, just feel that you seem to talk a lot more today than usual."

Ling Han's smile on the corner of his mouth closed for a few minutes and asked in a low voice, "I used to talk very little?"

"No, just the year I got home and later..."

Ye Huanyan suddenly stopped talking. The two people seemed to have an appointment and kept silent. Ling Han was not a particularly reticent person. He grew up abroad and was deeply influenced by western capitalism. When he first returned home, he was actually a sunny and funny person.