Xia Siyu's scalp was blown up by his words.

Although Bo Yan was originally cold and did not show his emotions, he was like an iceberg, and he couldn't even touch him. Although he usually had a bad face, he was not so proactive. As long as he ignored him, he would basically just think he was just air.

But now, he was not very proactive, but just a few words inadvertently, she immediately responded, and she got goose bumps all over her body.

Bo Yan could naturally see that there was a growing disgust in her eyes.

He was a little confused and didn't know how to get close.

As if she had done something as she had done, she pretended to be confused and concealed her emotions, Xia Siyu couldn't feel his emotions at all. Although she gradually became unprepared for him, this unpreparedness did not treat him as a man as a price.

But she said she liked her directly, believing or not, Xia Siyu ran faster? Her preset position now is that she hates him. If she pursues her relentlessly, maybe Xia Siyu will turn around and leave directly.

But like him now, she is also repulsive if she does not talk about feelings, or uses the husband-wife relationship as a guide to approach her, and she is also rejected.

So what should I do?

**

In the evening, Bo Yan wore a windbreaker alone and drove to the bar by Yanhe River.

When he opened the bar door, Han Yifan did not talk to a group of drunkards like he did last time, but he was wearing a white T-shirt with a ripped hole and ripped jeans, playing on the stage with youthful discs.

Around him, there were two sexy and hot pole dancers, who were swinging around the pillars on the stage at first, and then treated him as pillars, rubbing against him with their arms and legs.

At the end of a song, both pole dancers followed him down.

Han Yifan was quite well exposed to the rain and dew. He hugged a dancer's slender waist with one hand, and then put him on the face of the dancer's b's face and kissed him.

He was walking down the stage happily, and suddenly he looked up and saw Bo Yan below. He almost sprained his ankle and fell off the stage.

Thanks to the two beauties around him, one on the left and one on the right, who set him up like a bodyguard, he did not lose his embarrassment. After Han Yifan stepped down, he waved the two beauties away, then looked left and right and left and right, and then walked to him carefully, like a joint with an underground party: "Why are you here?"

"Give you the key back." Bo Yan still wore a windbreaker and brought his hat with him. Xia Siyu said she wanted to see a villa with a special style. Before he went to Gaoshe dinner to find her yesterday, he first came to Yanhe to find Han Yifan.

Anyway, Han Yifan had thought about selling a house to make his own music before. He and Bo Yan were high school classmates, and the Han family started out in real estate. A family like theirs would not support him in a rebellious manner, unwilling to be a designer, but becoming an artist. And he also played rock and heavy metal.

He had to sell his house and raise funds to make his favorite things. Anyway, the Han family's business would not be handed over to him, so naturally his own brother would take care of it. Does he have to work hard?

Han Yifan took the key in disappointment and waved his hand in vain: "It's nothing, you can get out."

“There’s something to do.”

Bo Yan spoke calmly.

Han Yifan was puzzled and raised his hand to ask the bartender to take two glasses of wine. He sipped one glass of Bo Yan and one glass of room, and he took a sip: "What's the matter?"
Chapter completed!