Chapter 241

Nanchu, however, stirred a thousand pounds: "you think it is, that is, if you think it is not, then it is not. I don't care

Reporter, you see me, I see you, no one knows how to pick up Nanchu's words. Having dealt with Nanchu for such a long time, they would not have failed to hear the irony in Nanchu's dialect.

But no one knows what happened under the irony.

But Han Qiyao suddenly exerts force, regardless of pulling Nanchu, Nanchu's wrist is pulled painful, but he follows Han Qiyao without expression.

It was not until Han Qiyao pushed the car into the car and the door was closed heavily. Nanchu lowered his eyebrows and turned his wrist gently.

Well -

her recent wrist is really vulnerable.

"The beginning of the south." Han Qiyao got on the car, and then he called the name of Nanchu.

Nanchu was not angry or angry, and had no emotional ups and downs. He looked at Han Qiyao like this: "something's wrong?"

"Why not admit it?" Han Qiyao asked Nanchu directly.

Nan Chu smiles: "admit, how not to admit." But that attitude sounds perfunctory, "don't the seniors stand aside, and they don't talk. I admit that's a lot of losing face? Have you ever seen me admit Mr. Lu? "

After a few words, Nan Chu took back Han Qiyao's dissatisfaction, and took back his eyes lightly, ignoring Han Qiyao.

Han Qiyao was choked by Nanchu and couldn't speak. However, the irony between the lines of Nanchu's words had never been reduced, and his face was always gloomy.

But Nanchu didn't care at all, just sat in silence.

Han Qiyao looked at Nanchu from the corner of his eyes. His throat knot slipped. His big hand holding the steering wheel was so tight. Too much force made the blue veins on the back of his hand more and more obvious.

But in the end, Han Qiyao did not say a word.

The car drove steadily in the direction of Jiangcheng.

Along the way, Nanchu always kept his eyes closed, not to mention a word with Han Qiyao. During this period, Nanchu's mobile phone was constantly shaking in the bag, and wechat jumped out one by one.

Nanchu knew about it, but he never responded.

A few days ago, under the compulsion of Han Qiyao, the team had already started to dissolve Lu Xiao. In addition to the gossip that the reporter saw today, how could her mobile phone not be lively.

Nanchu suddenly laughed, with absolute irony in his low laughter.

But it's a mockery of yourself, not of others.

This kind of laughter spread to Han Qiyao's ears. He looked at Nanchu: "what are you laughing at?"

"Ha ha -" Nan Chu didn't evade, "I'm probably the most envious object of female stars in this circle. I have the best resources when I come out. It's not the first-line male stars who have sex with me, or the top traffic, or all kinds of dignitaries. "

Nanchu seems to be saying something that has nothing to do with him: "how many people in the circle are watching my jokes, waiting for me to fall off the altar one day, but Nanchu will never fall down. Now he disbands the team, but in order to marry into the top Han family in Jiangcheng."

Han Qiyao had no expression.

"Han's childe is still his first love, Gao Fu Shuai, who doesn't want to lick the screen?" Nanchu half smile not smile, "I think, I these years, is really worth it."

In the beginning of Nanchu's voice dropped, Han Qiyao just opened the toll gate of the expressway. After entering the expressway, he stopped like this.

Nanchu was stunned, but he did not continue to speak.

"Are you so reluctant to marry me?" Han Qiyao is not stupid. How can he not hear the irony in Nanchu dialect.

"Yes, why not." Nan chuxiao said, "senior students can give me endless money, and they can give Nanwan surgery, which almost satisfies all the fantasies of my girlhood. What's my unwillingness?"

"You..."

"To me, it's just a change of sleeping people. It's nothing." "The beginning of the South light," just a senior to marry such a person to go home, won't not be reconciled? "

Suddenly, Nanchu's voice became sharp.

Han Qiyao's face changed: "at the beginning of the south."

"Whether it's marriage or marriage, as long as one's heart is not on his body, isn't it meaningless and tiring?" Nan Chu's faint smile.

"Is it?" Han Qiyao asked coldly, "at least you are by my side and can't move, can't you?"

"Ha ha -" Nan Chu laughed and did not speak.

Han Qiyao did not speak. The atmosphere in the car was gloomy to the extreme.

The car was driving at high speed, and Nanchu's mobile phone was also in silence. Nanchu knew it, but he never paid attention to it.

Until the car drove into Jiangcheng and stopped in front of a top salon.

Nanchu is no stranger here, and her royal stylist is also from here. As a result, Han Qiyao brought himself here, as if he could not wait to announce his relationship with him.

Just as soon as the car stopped, the people in the salon came out to meet them.When we saw Nan Chu and Han Qiyao, we looked at each other and remembered the rumors in the circle these days. We didn't know whether our eyes were envious or envious.

But on the surface, they still appear calm: "Han Shao, everything is ready."

"Well." Han Qiyao nodded coldly.

Nanchu has always been expressionless, even if they are acquaintances, she just lightly smile at everyone, sitting quietly in the VIP box, let people on their own face and body.

By the end of Nanchu, three hours had passed.

Although I have seen Nanchu countless times, when I see Nanchu, I still can't hide it.

The stylist who met with Nanchu had a good relationship, but finally he couldn't help it: "Nanchu, is the rumor in the circle true?"

South beginning faint smile smile: "probably is true."

It was a kind of helplessness, but she didn't explain it. Stylist slightly a Leng, stay in this industry for a long time, also met a lot of rich and powerful.

Indeed, few rich families can still let the married people continue to appear in the entertainment industry, no one can afford to lose such a person.

Their ultimate destination is nothing more than to help their husband and children.

And Nanchu is such a good actor. He can see his love for acting. If it is true, it would be a pity.

"Nanchu, come on." For a long time, the stylist sincerely said to Nan Chu, "I really like your role very much. It's great."

"Thank you."

"I don't want you to leave."

"Well."

……

After a light conversation, the stylist could see that Nan Chu didn't want to continue. He was smart enough not to say anything, and then quietly sent Nan Chu away.

Han Qiyao saw Nanchu come out, put down his magazine, Shun Shun suit, naturally took Nanchu's hand.

Compared with Han Qiyao's nature, the beginning of the South was particularly contradictory.

But her hand was completely wrapped in Han Qiyao's palm, unable to move.

"Nanchu, I don't like to see my woman crying every day." Han Qiyao lowered his voice and threatened Nanchu

"Don't I laugh?" Nanchu asked coldly.

"Fake smile."

"I'm sorry, schoolmaster. I've never learned it."

"You..."

……

Han Qiyao looked at Nanchu. His anger was obvious, but he could not find any words to refute Nanchu.

But now, it seems that the girl in the other stab, because of a thorn in his own body.

Such an idea made Han Qiyao's anger roll up again.

He looked at the beginning of the south, eyes more and more heavy.

Nanchu said that he was not afraid of being false, but he never changed his face in front of Han Qiyao.

The next moment, Nanchu had already opened the door to get on the bus. As a result, Han Qiyao's action was faster. He put his arm around Nanchu's waist and pressed her hard on the door.

"Well -" exclaimed Nanchu.

However, Han Qiyao had already made a heavy kiss, which was not deep, but with a punitive kiss, he bit Nanchu's lips: "Nanchu, don't provoke me again. My patience is limited. "

With this, Han Qiyao pushed aside Nanchu and quickly walked around to the driver's seat.

Nanchu stood in the same place, terrified. After a while, he opened the door and got on the bus.

The car drove towards the direction of Han's villa.

While the people in the salon, watching Han Qiyao's car leave, discussed in detail --

"in this circle, there is really no other one who can get to the level of early Nanchu. It's amazing to have affairs with so many dignitaries, to associate with Yi Jiayan, to have an affair with Mr. Lu, and finally to be together with her first love. "

"You have to know, there are not many people with the appearance of Nanchu, the net red face era of nationwide plastic surgery. Nanchu is so pure and natural that it can't be found."

"Yes, yes, I have seen Nanchu's face and skin. It's the best one I've ever seen. The natural beauty can be described."

……

However, no one will ever know that Nanchu was almost depressed in such a enviable situation.

A little bit of fermentation, and finally completely filled the heart of Nanchu.

Sad and desperate.

……

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Han family villa.

Han Qiyao's car had just stopped. The housekeeper was waiting by the car: "Han Shao, old master, Mr. Han and Mrs. Han are waiting for you inside."

"Well." Han Qiyao nodded lightly.

The housekeeper didn't dare to stay for a moment, so he walked quickly towards the house.

The most chilling thing about the Han family is not Han Xin, but Han Qiyao, the eldest son of the Han family. Even Han Xin should be cautious."Get out of the car." Han Qiyao saw that the housekeeper was gone, so he turned to look at Nanchu.

He put his hand in front of Nanchu, but Nanchu didn't respond at all. He jumped over Han Qiyao and got out of the car. Han Qiyao's hand fell empty.

He looked at the empty palm, slightly clenched his fist, and finally said nothing.

As he sank, Han Qiyao walked behind Nanchu until he came to the gate of the Han family villa. When Nanchu stopped, Han Qiyao glanced at her lightly.

The big hand of great strength holds the hand of South Chu again, push the door leisurely and enter.

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