Song Yan looked like a rich young man who took a private job to deliver takeout, leaning there casually, with a faint smile in his eyes.
It turns out that he is the most popular male actor recently. Standing there, he looks like he is shooting a magazine cover.
Jiang Nian took a step back, held his chin calmly for a few seconds to look at the pleasing scene, and spoke carefully: It's good... If you add some purple elements, it should be more coordinated.
Upon hearing this, Song Yan laughed. He had long heard that Jiang Nian was born in MIT design. Every time he took photos at the scene and at the airport, he always brought waves of hits: The paparazzi downstairs who tried to squeeze through the access control repeatedly might arrive at the battlefield immediately.
Jiang Nian turned around and took the takeaway from him, turned to the house, leaving a sentence: Come in, just wear the pair of slippers on the shoe rack.
When Song Yan entered the room, he saw Jiang Nian sitting on a fluffy lazy sofa in the living room, and was completely trapped inside.
Jiang Nian was wearing an oversized fluffy Kulomi pajamas, tied the hair on his forehead into a small thigh on his head, almost revealing a small fair face.
Song Yan was a little stunned for a moment. I guess the fans of this person would never have thought that Jiang Nian, who was always wearing the heroine and fairy-like ceiling, had this cute and silly look at this moment.
As if he realized that he had not moved for a long time, Jiang Nian glanced at him while disposing the takeaway: Why are you in a daze? Have you ever seen a beautiful woman?
Song Yan: ...
Jiang Nian no longer teased him: You can sit on the sofa opposite me.I don’t live here very much, so I didn’t clean up much, so don’t dislike it.There are all wine, drinks and coffee in the refrigerator.Then she continued to lower her head and concentrate on packing the takeaway, and continued: I am so hungry, you can take a self-service.
When Song Yan was sitting on the sofa with a bottle of soda, the takeaway was neatly placed on the table. Before Jiang Nian could start, she quickly stuffed him a pair of chopsticks when she saw him sitting down, and then raised the beer in her hand: Thank you for helping you!I really want to eat this fried chicken.
Jiang Nian looked at him with a smile and satisfaction, and showed a big smile at him. She had no makeup on her face, but she looked extremely beautiful.
Song Yan felt a little strange for a moment, and it was difficult to associate the person in front of him with her who was filming a bed scene with him yesterday.
After the two of them clinked the glasses, Jiang Nian happily put on gloves and started eating.
The lights in the living room were on with warm lights, and the person in front of him was lying on the small sofa and eating intently. Even if he didn't speak, the atmosphere was extremely warm.
For a moment, Song Yan actually had the illusion that the two of them lived together.
An outrageous thought came out, but the voice in his heart was softly saying: This feeling seems... not bad.
Suddenly, he suddenly thought that Song Yan's ears suddenly turned red, but fortunately, Jiang Nian did not look at him carefully.
Jiang Nian picked up a glass, poured the soju and beer together, shook it, and asked him: Drink some?
I can't drink.
Jiang Nian took a sip of wine and sighed with satisfaction, as if she heard something interesting: No, no, no, you can't pour a glass of wine, right?
Song Yan did not deny: There is no occasion for me to drink.
She laughed: I really didn't expect that you didn't look like someone who would pour a cup.As she said that, she lowered her eyes and her long eyelashes were shadowing on her face: It's great, if you have the capital, you don't need to socialize, that would be a lot less trouble.
Feeling Jiang Nian’s abnormality, Song Yan changed the topic: Didn’t he say that he wanted to discuss the scandal together?
That's not the case. The main thing is that I want you to give you a takeaway... I apologize to you by the way. Even if I clarify, it should have some impact on you.Once fans feel that there are traces to follow, there is no way to really clear them.
She looked up at him: Sorry, my company's public relations should have a clarification tomorrow.
Jiang Nian looked at her with clear eyes, Song Yan's heartbeat and then answered: It was my fan's tweet, I don't blame you.
But in fact, the content seemed to be passed on to her by one of my illegitimate children... It was also a very strange thing... She seemed to think of something, and then stopped abruptly: Forget it, if there is something, my sister will protect you.
Song Yan tsk: Come on, it's only one year older than me.
Jiang Nian smiled and raised her glass: Just call me Jiang Nian from now on, of course, you can call me sister.
Bang.The two people's cups clinked together, and Song Yan curled his lips: Song Yan.
When it was almost twelve o'clock, Jiang Nian was already drunk and was not very sober.
After sending Song Yan away, she leaned in the entrance hall and was a little stunned.
She suddenly realized that in the years she spent with Yan Yu, she seemed to have almost no such moments, eating, shopping, and drinking with her friends, and there seemed to be nothing like this.
When I think about it carefully, the one who is most familiar with her is her agent.
The word friend seems a bit far away for her. She climbs up all the way, running around every day between announcements and shooting, or learning martial arts skills and training.
When she was tired or free, she would go to Yanyu Company and quietly watch him perform experiments outside the laboratory. The reagents and instruments she didn't understand seemed to have their own life in his hands.
Yan Yu may not know that she knew him much better than she thought. She could even raise her eyebrows from the smallest to know that there was another problem with his experimental data.
She always thought that she also hoped that one day, she would be the person who shined in her field like him.
She has a poor memory and is not that talented. She has practiced her lines hundreds of times to now, and now she has praised her with good lines. She seems to have never stopped moving forward one day.
Now that she suddenly separated from Yan Yu, she suddenly couldn't find her direction.
Dingdong.The doorbell rang, and Jiang Nian came to her senses, thinking that something might have been left behind by Song Yan.
What was left behind? Why... She stood up with the door handle a little unsteadily, and what caught her eye was Yan Yu's cold face.
Have you drunk?His voice was deep, like snow falling on the mountain stream.
She straightened her body: Why are you here?
Your iPad was not taken away, but you always use it to take notes on the script and send it to you.He said that, he handed her iPad.
She took it: OK, thank you.
The atmosphere was a little cold for a moment, and Jiang Nian tried to end the conversation: If nothing happened...
Has anyone been here?Yan Yu interrupted her, looked at the men's slippers placed on the ground behind her, and frowned: Song Yan?
Jiang Nian lowered her head, her face was red because of the alcoholic feeling. The hair on her head was a little messy, and she even couldn't stand steadily. Her voice was muffled: Yes.
Seeing her appearance, anger that could hardly be controlled surged up, and Yan Yu turned sideways into the room.
The smell of alcohol was strong in the air, and I don’t know how much wine she drank. There was a men’s casual outfit on the sofa, which was a bit messy.
Yan Yu quickly walked towards Jiang Nian standing at the door, and pulled her arm over, but unexpectedly she was almost pulled down and fell directly into his arms.
Jiang Nian's voice was drunk and blamed: Why did you pull me? It hurts.Her hands were still holding her iPad tightly.
The person in his arms leaned softly on his arm, and he almost immediately felt soft.
He sighed helplessly, took the iPad from her arms and placed it on the shoe cabinet in the entrance hall, and closed the door. The person in his arms looked at him with drunken eyes. Yan Yu asked: I have seen the news, are you together?
As long as he remembers the inseparable kiss between Song Yan and Jiang Nian, he will be extremely bored and will not want to think deeply about it.
Jiang Nian was silent for a long time, but suddenly smiled: Do you mind?She held his chest and wanted to stay away from him: It's just work.
Yan Yu's hand holding her shoulder suddenly tightened: What job does it take to come to home, drink, take off his clothes, and...
The rest of the words were blocked by Jiang Nian's kiss. She tiptoed and put her hands on her neck, and her small tongue flexibly flicked his lips and teeth, and tossed and turned.
He subconsciously put his arms around her waist and responded to her kiss.
After kissing for a long time, Jiang Nian left his lips, put his forehead against his shoulder, and his breathing was a little rapid: Yan Yu, do you like me?
like?
He seemed to be used to the days she was there, to her body, and even to be jealous of other men, but that was possessive.
Habits... do you like it?
Ha... I haven't heard an answer for a long time, and Jiang Nian sneered, and it is rare that there is a question that Yan Yu can't ask.
She kissed his neck gently, and the smell on his body smelled very nice and familiar: Then I understand.
Jiang Nian reached out to untie his belt and put it in his ear: The last time.
Yan Yu's body stiffened for a moment, and she continued: Ayu, I was not feeling well yesterday... Today I have the final say.
It turns out that he is the most popular male actor recently. Standing there, he looks like he is shooting a magazine cover.
Jiang Nian took a step back, held his chin calmly for a few seconds to look at the pleasing scene, and spoke carefully: It's good... If you add some purple elements, it should be more coordinated.
Upon hearing this, Song Yan laughed. He had long heard that Jiang Nian was born in MIT design. Every time he took photos at the scene and at the airport, he always brought waves of hits: The paparazzi downstairs who tried to squeeze through the access control repeatedly might arrive at the battlefield immediately.
Jiang Nian turned around and took the takeaway from him, turned to the house, leaving a sentence: Come in, just wear the pair of slippers on the shoe rack.
When Song Yan entered the room, he saw Jiang Nian sitting on a fluffy lazy sofa in the living room, and was completely trapped inside.
Jiang Nian was wearing an oversized fluffy Kulomi pajamas, tied the hair on his forehead into a small thigh on his head, almost revealing a small fair face.
Song Yan was a little stunned for a moment. I guess the fans of this person would never have thought that Jiang Nian, who was always wearing the heroine and fairy-like ceiling, had this cute and silly look at this moment.
As if he realized that he had not moved for a long time, Jiang Nian glanced at him while disposing the takeaway: Why are you in a daze? Have you ever seen a beautiful woman?
Song Yan: ...
Jiang Nian no longer teased him: You can sit on the sofa opposite me.I don’t live here very much, so I didn’t clean up much, so don’t dislike it.There are all wine, drinks and coffee in the refrigerator.Then she continued to lower her head and concentrate on packing the takeaway, and continued: I am so hungry, you can take a self-service.
When Song Yan was sitting on the sofa with a bottle of soda, the takeaway was neatly placed on the table. Before Jiang Nian could start, she quickly stuffed him a pair of chopsticks when she saw him sitting down, and then raised the beer in her hand: Thank you for helping you!I really want to eat this fried chicken.
Jiang Nian looked at him with a smile and satisfaction, and showed a big smile at him. She had no makeup on her face, but she looked extremely beautiful.
Song Yan felt a little strange for a moment, and it was difficult to associate the person in front of him with her who was filming a bed scene with him yesterday.
After the two of them clinked the glasses, Jiang Nian happily put on gloves and started eating.
The lights in the living room were on with warm lights, and the person in front of him was lying on the small sofa and eating intently. Even if he didn't speak, the atmosphere was extremely warm.
For a moment, Song Yan actually had the illusion that the two of them lived together.
An outrageous thought came out, but the voice in his heart was softly saying: This feeling seems... not bad.
Suddenly, he suddenly thought that Song Yan's ears suddenly turned red, but fortunately, Jiang Nian did not look at him carefully.
Jiang Nian picked up a glass, poured the soju and beer together, shook it, and asked him: Drink some?
I can't drink.
Jiang Nian took a sip of wine and sighed with satisfaction, as if she heard something interesting: No, no, no, you can't pour a glass of wine, right?
Song Yan did not deny: There is no occasion for me to drink.
She laughed: I really didn't expect that you didn't look like someone who would pour a cup.As she said that, she lowered her eyes and her long eyelashes were shadowing on her face: It's great, if you have the capital, you don't need to socialize, that would be a lot less trouble.
Feeling Jiang Nian’s abnormality, Song Yan changed the topic: Didn’t he say that he wanted to discuss the scandal together?
That's not the case. The main thing is that I want you to give you a takeaway... I apologize to you by the way. Even if I clarify, it should have some impact on you.Once fans feel that there are traces to follow, there is no way to really clear them.
She looked up at him: Sorry, my company's public relations should have a clarification tomorrow.
Jiang Nian looked at her with clear eyes, Song Yan's heartbeat and then answered: It was my fan's tweet, I don't blame you.
But in fact, the content seemed to be passed on to her by one of my illegitimate children... It was also a very strange thing... She seemed to think of something, and then stopped abruptly: Forget it, if there is something, my sister will protect you.
Song Yan tsk: Come on, it's only one year older than me.
Jiang Nian smiled and raised her glass: Just call me Jiang Nian from now on, of course, you can call me sister.
Bang.The two people's cups clinked together, and Song Yan curled his lips: Song Yan.
When it was almost twelve o'clock, Jiang Nian was already drunk and was not very sober.
After sending Song Yan away, she leaned in the entrance hall and was a little stunned.
She suddenly realized that in the years she spent with Yan Yu, she seemed to have almost no such moments, eating, shopping, and drinking with her friends, and there seemed to be nothing like this.
When I think about it carefully, the one who is most familiar with her is her agent.
The word friend seems a bit far away for her. She climbs up all the way, running around every day between announcements and shooting, or learning martial arts skills and training.
When she was tired or free, she would go to Yanyu Company and quietly watch him perform experiments outside the laboratory. The reagents and instruments she didn't understand seemed to have their own life in his hands.
Yan Yu may not know that she knew him much better than she thought. She could even raise her eyebrows from the smallest to know that there was another problem with his experimental data.
She always thought that she also hoped that one day, she would be the person who shined in her field like him.
She has a poor memory and is not that talented. She has practiced her lines hundreds of times to now, and now she has praised her with good lines. She seems to have never stopped moving forward one day.
Now that she suddenly separated from Yan Yu, she suddenly couldn't find her direction.
Dingdong.The doorbell rang, and Jiang Nian came to her senses, thinking that something might have been left behind by Song Yan.
What was left behind? Why... She stood up with the door handle a little unsteadily, and what caught her eye was Yan Yu's cold face.
Have you drunk?His voice was deep, like snow falling on the mountain stream.
She straightened her body: Why are you here?
Your iPad was not taken away, but you always use it to take notes on the script and send it to you.He said that, he handed her iPad.
She took it: OK, thank you.
The atmosphere was a little cold for a moment, and Jiang Nian tried to end the conversation: If nothing happened...
Has anyone been here?Yan Yu interrupted her, looked at the men's slippers placed on the ground behind her, and frowned: Song Yan?
Jiang Nian lowered her head, her face was red because of the alcoholic feeling. The hair on her head was a little messy, and she even couldn't stand steadily. Her voice was muffled: Yes.
Seeing her appearance, anger that could hardly be controlled surged up, and Yan Yu turned sideways into the room.
The smell of alcohol was strong in the air, and I don’t know how much wine she drank. There was a men’s casual outfit on the sofa, which was a bit messy.
Yan Yu quickly walked towards Jiang Nian standing at the door, and pulled her arm over, but unexpectedly she was almost pulled down and fell directly into his arms.
Jiang Nian's voice was drunk and blamed: Why did you pull me? It hurts.Her hands were still holding her iPad tightly.
The person in his arms leaned softly on his arm, and he almost immediately felt soft.
He sighed helplessly, took the iPad from her arms and placed it on the shoe cabinet in the entrance hall, and closed the door. The person in his arms looked at him with drunken eyes. Yan Yu asked: I have seen the news, are you together?
As long as he remembers the inseparable kiss between Song Yan and Jiang Nian, he will be extremely bored and will not want to think deeply about it.
Jiang Nian was silent for a long time, but suddenly smiled: Do you mind?She held his chest and wanted to stay away from him: It's just work.
Yan Yu's hand holding her shoulder suddenly tightened: What job does it take to come to home, drink, take off his clothes, and...
The rest of the words were blocked by Jiang Nian's kiss. She tiptoed and put her hands on her neck, and her small tongue flexibly flicked his lips and teeth, and tossed and turned.
He subconsciously put his arms around her waist and responded to her kiss.
After kissing for a long time, Jiang Nian left his lips, put his forehead against his shoulder, and his breathing was a little rapid: Yan Yu, do you like me?
like?
He seemed to be used to the days she was there, to her body, and even to be jealous of other men, but that was possessive.
Habits... do you like it?
Ha... I haven't heard an answer for a long time, and Jiang Nian sneered, and it is rare that there is a question that Yan Yu can't ask.
She kissed his neck gently, and the smell on his body smelled very nice and familiar: Then I understand.
Jiang Nian reached out to untie his belt and put it in his ear: The last time.
Yan Yu's body stiffened for a moment, and she continued: Ayu, I was not feeling well yesterday... Today I have the final say.
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