Chapter 56

The man did not speak, put on his trousers, buckle his belt, and went out by pulling the door.

Do you want him to say that he wants that again? He doesn't want to be called a whore again! I don't know if other men's wives don't fight for three days and go to the house to uncover tiles. Anyway, his wife is the owner who dares to open a dyeing shop if she gives her some color.

He couldn't bear to fight, so he had to hang this woman and build a livway.

When they returned to the study, Cao Lin and Lao he were already in it. The group of people had got up from the floor and sat on the sofa. When they saw Nan Yan and an LAN, they immediately came to the spirit and their eyes were shining.

Song Xiaohan put on a posture and knocked down Lu Daming, who was sitting next to him, "wife, I can't wait. I'll let you play slowly next time!" A face down, pose to kiss a friend's mouth.

Lu Daming imitated a woman's cry, "you are sick!" Slap him in the face and push him away.

What they imitate is the scene that an LAN and Nan Yan just happened in the bedroom, the whole room roars with laughter.

Nan Yan's face is as black as the bottom of a pot. Song Xiaohan is really a pervert! Perverts in perverts! Like to install monitoring at home, even the guest bedroom is not let go.

After reaction, I can't help but be thankful. Fortunately, nothing really happened. Otherwise, isn't Anlan going to show all these bastards. If he did, he would kill these animals!

An LAN's embarrassed face was full of muscles, and the wind was messy. She also understood what was going on.

"Song Xiaohan, you don't want the land in Causeway Bay." As soon as the iron green faced Nan Yan opens his mouth, he immediately hears song Xiaohan's cry, "don't It's a big joke. He's been thinking about that piece of land for a long time. He plans to build a film and television base, just like Hengdian. If he doesn't do it, he will do it best!

But offended South Yan that plague God, now bubble soup.

Song Xiaohan paid a "heavy" price, with specific actions to tell him that some jokes can't be opened, some people can't offend. After repairing him, he looked at the rest of the people. His dark eyes seemed to say, don't think I don't know you are also involved in it. Song Xiaohan is the principal offender, and these people are the accomplices.

Just now, the noisy study was silent, and all the mouths zipped up.

Or Cao Lin opened his mouth to ease the tension in the room, "Anlan, the truth has come to light. Nan has never gone out to fool around. He is playing games with his friends here!"

An LAN laughs awkwardly, "ha ha, I already know." The scene in the bedroom just flashed out. Oh, how embarrassing.

The man gave her a squint and a cold hum.

Don't think that he forgives her and even treats him as a drug addict. It's an insult to his personality.

Anlan had to change the topic, eyes turn and turn, turn and turn, to see the group of people in two incompatible men, one is song Xiaohan, the other is a young man she had never seen, two handsome faces beauty smeared with a "big red lips"!

Red, bright, really hot eyes to the extreme.

Good two big men, why do you wear lipstick that women only wear? Anlan forbeared and forbeared, forbeared and forbeared, or did not resist the question in the heart, asked a voice: "why do you wear lipstick?"

Fake mother? Or transvestite? Gee, what a pervert! Before with song Xiaohan contact, is not quite a normal person, how to have such a dark hobby? The rich world doesn't understand.

"We both bet that the loser will be punished with lipstick." It is the handsome and tall man who explains for an LAN. His face is slightly pale, with an elegant artistic atmosphere. In addition to the lipstick on his mouth, his eyes are really fierce.

They both put on lipstick. "Who lost?" be curious.

"Of course it's him. Don't you see that his lipstick is thicker and redder than mine?" Qingyan replied haughtily.

Er... Anlan really didn't see any difference, because she didn't know him, so it's hard to open her mouth and hit him directly.

"Beauty, I have a bold idea. I don't know whether you agree or not." The rock suddenly opened its mouth.

Bold ideas? On hearing this, Anlan stepped back reflexively and then continued to ask, "what's your idea?"

"I want to write a novel about you and Nan Yan."

"Are you a writer?" Anlan surprised, did not expect that this group of men with copper odor will have such elegant friends.

The corner of his mouth tilted up 45 degrees with a smile, which was the most perfect radian that he summed up after practicing in front of the mirror for countless times at home. He said faintly: "I'm not talented. My name is Qingyan."

"Qingyan? Your name is Qingyan! Is it that, that rock Oh, my God, Qing Yan is not a genius in the literary world. It is said that he can write books at the age of seven. He has written a lot of books, and all of them sell well. Every time his books come into the market, they are snatched away. It can be said that he is the hottest person in the literary world.

Although he is very famous, he is very mysterious and low-key. So far, no one knows what he looks like, where he lives, how old he is, whether he is married or not, or even whether he is a man or a woman

Qingyan didn't speak, smiling and nodding.

An LAN exclaimed in amazement. Unexpectedly, she was lucky to meet the talented man whom she admired for a long time!

"Hello, I'm a fan of your books. Your books are very good. I admire you for a long time. I didn't expect to see you alive today. That's great, that's great!" The woman was so excited that she screamed, reaching out to hold the hand of the male god. After holding the hand, she wanted to hold the male god.

"Can I hold you?"

Qing Yan glanced at the man with a dark face behind her. He raised his eyebrows with great interest and nodded, "of course."

When the woman heard this, she was so excited that she was ready to take action. Seeing this, the man behind her quickly pressed her shoulder and dragged her into her arms.

"Woman, that's enough!" Nan Yan's face is as black as the bottom of a pot.

An LAN keeps quiet, forgetting that there is a man who is famous for his vinegar jar behind him. He blinks at Qingyan, as if to say, next time, next time he has a chance to ask for another hug.

"It's getting late. I'm going home." The man embraces an LAN and pulls her downstairs in her reluctant eyes.

As soon as Nan Yan leaves, his friends are happy.

"Oh, I don't need to teach Nan Yan to swim today." Lu Daming jumped up from the sofa excitedly.

"Don't be happy too early. We have to continue tomorrow." Awei calmly poured cold water on him.

Lu Daming's shoulders immediately collapsed. "When is the end of the day?" He's going to be tortured and crazy, OK.

"The Red Army has been fighting for eight years. Let's get ready for eight years of Anti Japanese war." Qingyan opens his mouth with a smile in his eyes. He has only heard Anlan from his good friend. He has never seen her before. Today, when he saw her for the first time, he found that this woman is really interesting. His thoughts are more and more intense. Maybe he can really write a book about Nan Yan and Anlan.

I don't know if this old dog blood story will have a different effect in his works.

"Ah, kill me." In Lu Daming's wailing voice, Cao Lin's puzzled voice came, "what do you say about swimming?"

Everyone's heart thumped. Oh, I'm so excited that I forgot that Cao Lin and Lao he are still around.

Cao Lin is brought by Nan Yan's woman an LAN. She can catch the traitor together. Can the relationship be bad? This secret is known by her, and is known directly by Anlan himself. I'm afraid it's no different.

The secret that good friend hid a month, was let out carelessly by them, how to do now?

Everyone, look at me, I look at you, and I don't know how to speak.

Seeing this, Cao Lin was more and more sure that they had ghosts. "Come on, what's the matter? I won't tell Anlan!" Threats.

"Er... That, that, Miss Cao, I think it's late today. It's dangerous for you to be a girl outside. I'll ask the driver to take you home first." Song Xiaohan came out to make it right.

"I'm not going! Song Xiaohan, you tell me, is Nan always hiding something from Anlan? Is he messing around outside? Do you cover for him? "

Cao Lin blew up her hair, put her hands in her waist, and put out her posture of breaking the casserole to ask the end, which was exactly the same as the posture of the country shrew.

Anlan is her best friend. They have always been friends since college. If Nan Zong dares to do something wrong with Anlan, she is absolutely, absolutely... Er, suddenly she finds that if Nan Yan really does something stupid, she can't help her friends.

A strong sense of frustration lingered in my mind.

No, she has an idea. She is not useless at all. At least she can always stand beside her friends, comfort her and encourage her. Although her salary is not high, she has made some money these years. When Anlan is in trouble, she can help a leader!

Song Xiaohan interrupted her conjecture, "Hey, don't talk nonsense. You can eat and talk nonsense. You are an adult, and you have to bear legal responsibility for what you say. What does Nan Yan mean? Is he messing around outside? Let's help him cover up. How good Nan Yan is to Anlan? You don't have eyes and can't see. He has been a virgin before meeting Anlan again. Don't you know? For Anlan's sake, he can take out his heart and give it to her. As Anlan's good friend, you even question her husband's love for her. Are you right? "

Cao Lin stands opposite him, speechless and messy in the wind. Nanzong knows if Anlan is a virgin before her. How can she know that Anlan doesn't tell her, and besides, the man doesn't have that layer of film? How can this be verified.

Who can think of Nan Yan such a big group company's boss, 20 or 30 years old, lies in an LAN to meet again before or a virgin!

Although Nan Yan never said it, song Xiaohan can be sure that he never guessed wrong. Every time they go out to play, there are a lot of occasions. He doesn't even bother to do it. He directly tells those wine girls how far they go, so many times, without exception.