Yang Yilin is gone.

It's because of her.

I'm afraid that he will never come again in his life.

She should have been happy, but slowly crouched down to hold herself, always strong, but she fell into tears.

Isn't that what she wants?

She was glad to see him angry.

Why does he read a lot of women, and she is the first time?

It's not fair!

She just wanted to make him feel uncomfortable, just like pricking a thorn. Even if she could only make her uncomfortable for a while, she would do the same.

*

nightclubs.

Yang Yilin, stabbed in the heart, began to enter and leave the place again, mingling with various beauties.

But now he seems to be really sick. Except for drinking, other women are a little closer to him. His heart is very uncomfortable. Inexplicably, there is a sense of resistance.

"Yang Shao, I'll drink with you."

A beautiful woman with a big chest came up with a glass of wine, and the whole person seemed to stick to him.

He gently touched the glass with her, looked up and drank it clean, and moved a little to the side in a calm manner.

Maybe he felt his resistance, he dodged, the beauty chased, he dodged again, the beauty chased, and finally simply sat on his leg, sexy and provocative to untie the buttons of his shirt... Br >

"I'll go to the bathroom."

Just as the beauty was about to unbutton the second button on his shirt, he pushed her away, stood up and walked away.

A embarrassed woman looked at his back and frowned unwillingly. She decided to try again later.

"What's wrong with Yang Shao today?" The woman next to began to whisper.

"Who knows? I may have taken the wrong medicine." Two people you a sentence I a sentence, carrying a glass of wine to find the next target.

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in the toilet.

Yang Yilin, who had washed his face, stared at himself, who was slightly drunk in the mirror, and his eyes were more profound.

What's wrong with him?

Before the most favorite thing to do is not to drink and go to bed?

But now the beauty is in front of him, why can't he not only mention his interest, but also create a resistance out of nothing?

He shook his head impatiently, and thought of sun Zhenzhen's dead woman again in his mind.

He turned on the tap and splashed a handful of water on his face, forcing his brain to stay awake.

It's just a bitch.

If he wants to, what kind of woman is uncertain. Why waste time on her?

He has a short temper and is good at violence. He doesn't have a hand all over.

Besides the chest, what's the big deal?

What he wants is nothing, bigger and better than her.

Determined to do so, he took out the tissue paper from the side and wiped his face. Then he threw the tissue into the garbage can and walked out with dignity.

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the next morning.

Yang Yilin, who was still sleeping, was woken up by phone.

The fan is dazed to stare to answer, tone is taking impatient: "who ah?"

"I said Yang Dashao, you are still in the mood to sleep. Feel like turning on your mobile phone and surfing the Internet."

Calling him is Zhou Hua, who is busy contacting Xiao Ran's father with the hospital, as well as taking into account the company's big and small affairs. Especially for the entertainment company founded by the young master himself, he is in charge all the time. If something goes wrong, he will call him to inquire about the situation.

"No time!" Sleep is fragrant, good dreams are disturbed, now a belly gas, where can care what network is not network.

"Don't worry if I don't remind you when the president calls you in person."

When Zhou Hua mentioned his cousin, he was so dazed that his brain was clear. "What's the matter, a fuss?"

As he spoke, he pulled the tablet on the bedside table and landed on the news homepage.

All of a sudden, the title of "Jinbang: the new male God Yang Yilin's nightclub romance" came to his eyes.

And the supporting picture is the picture of the gorgeous woman sitting beside him and on her legs.