Feng Yan threw the cup in his hand to Chi Yu, snatched the bottle in his hand, and poured wine into Su Hanyan's cup: "You can drink some wine, and smoke is absolutely not allowed."
Su Hanyan drank and laughed a few times: "Yes, I am such a woman, not the obedient and noble daughter you imagined. It turned out that he was the actress queen. No wonder he looked familiar, it turned out to be
Bai Qianya.”
"Bai Qianya is her stage name."
"But I think you are very intimate with her! Isn't it?" Su Hanyan poked Feng Yan's chest, "It's a good story for movie stars to marry into a wealthy family. There are a lot of news about headline gossip."
After saying that, she snatched the bottle and poured wine for herself.
Feng Yan took two steps back, leaned against the car door, handed his hands on his chest, and looked at her silently.
The wine poured into Su Hanyan's stomach one by one. She drank and turned around, facing the dark desert in front of her, suddenly her eyes became hot and her eyes were wet and moist.
She now feels that her acting skills are quite strong. At least she sees the two men and women showing their love, and she can still keep a polite smile instead of crying sadly.
This is Las Vegas, the City of Original Sin!
"sincity," she murmured with the bottle in her arms. Suddenly, she raised her head and spread her arms, and shouted at the dark night with a bottle and a glass with a wine, "sincity!sincity!sincity!"
In the dark night, Su Hanyan's voice had a kind of sadness that was soaked in people's hearts. Then, there was a long period of silence, no one spoke, and no one even heard anyone breathing.
Only the wind blows by...
Feng Yan did not go forward to stop Su Hanyan, but just took out the cigarette and lit it, and quietly looked at her trembling back in the dark. Her shoulders were shaking for a while, and her hanging hands were instantly let go.
Bottles and wine glasses fell on the sand.
Su Hanyan had never denied her love for Lin Qirui in front of her, perhaps because she felt that it had nothing to do with him, Feng Yan. In addition to the loneliness and pain she had endured, the rest of her eyes was the white-faced scholar.
Feng Yan curled a sneer on the corner of his lips. What's the point of a white-faced scholar? He can't pick his shoulders, can't lift his hands, and Lin Qirui has no backbone because he's a soft meal.
After smoking two cigarettes, Su Hanyan stood there with his back to him. He focused his mind and put his hands in his pants and bags.
After a while, Su Hanyan finally turned around, looked at him for several seconds, and slowly walked towards him.
"What kind of wine is that? It tastes very good, sweet and mellow!" she asked with a smile.
Feng Yan looked at her tired face, leaned over and kissed her gently on her face: "It's made by homemade, I can't buy it outside."
"Isn't that... a waste? Such a fine wine is priceless."
"As long as you are happy," he smiled.
With a look of care and doting, and a gentle and meticulous tone, Su Hanyan couldn't help but tremble slightly, just as if a breeze gently breeze across the calm lake.
As long as you are happy!
The short words are so warm.
"You must drink wine just right, no more or less," Feng Yan reached out to stroke her slender cheeks with slender fingers. Her skin was very good, so she felt very good.
"What are you doing?" Su Hanyan wanted to brush away his evil hand.
But he hugged her tightly, instantly holding her pouted red lips in his mouth, and savoring her sweetness carefully.