"One year?" Su Hanyan understood instantly, "Yes! One year, Ayan, can we get along well for one year? No one else knows what our relationship is. From now on..."
Feng Yan no longer wanted to hear what she said next, so he took a sip of red wine and blocked her lips.
Back in the villa, in the guest room upstairs, Li Jinhuan and Li Jinyan were sitting on the floor playing games on the game console.
As soon as Su Hanyan walked to the open door and said "hey", she was dragged away by Feng Yan.
The two people who were fighting had no idea that anyone else had walked to the door.
"What are you doing?" Back in the master bedroom, Su Hanyan complained and asked, "I have to give them an explanation, isn't it because the film can't be made?"
"The photo can't be taken, why?" Feng Yan still grabbed her arm and dragged her directly to the sofa and threw her on the sofa.
Su Hanyan knew she had made a mistake, so she quickly pretended to be stupid and lay on the armrest of the sofa as if she was drunk. She twisted slightly on the sofa a few times and quietly raised her eyes to look at Feng Yan.
"Huh?"
She rolled her eyes and looked for a long time, but the person was gone.
"Ayan...Ayan..."
Su Hanyan slowly stood up, holding her hand on the armrest, and shouted again: "Ayan..."
"Take a shower..." Suddenly, Feng Yan's voice came from the cloakroom, and the next second, his man had walked out. He was only wearing trousers, "Do you want to take a shower with me?"
When he said this, he suddenly laughed, and there was a bit more tenderness and doting in his deep amber eyes.
Su Hanyan's face turned red: "Who wants to be with you? Hey! That He Jiahui and the others... did they finally go back to the hotel?"
Feng Yan glanced at her with a half-smile, then went into the bathroom without making any sign.
Su Hanyan then relaxed and collapsed on the large sofa, with her feet raised on the armrests. Why did she say she couldn't make it?
She raised her hand and patted her mouth gently, saying to herself: "Talk too much!"
"Are you sure you don't want to come together?" Feng Yan's figure flashed at the bathroom door, and Su Hanyan almost jumped up from the sofa, "Feng Yan, do you want to scare people to death?"
"Why scare the dead?" The man's face looked a little disgusted, "Retarded!"
Su Hanyan leaned back and turned away without looking at him: "Hurry up and wash up, I'm going to sleep. I'm asking you serious questions and you're just talking nonsense."
Behind her, no one responded to her, so she looked in the direction of the bathroom. The door had been closed. The smile on her face gradually stiffened, and she turned her eyes to look out the floor-to-ceiling window in a daze.
In the room, the light was relatively dark, and she could see the shadows of the trees outside swaying gently in the night wind. When her boiling emotions calmed down, she always felt particularly lonely.
She reached out to the side, touched her bag, and then opened the zipper with her fingertips. She kept her eyes staring out the window, and for a while, she held the mobile phone in the bag in her palm.
After hesitating for a while, she took the phone out of her bag, looked at it for a while, dialed a number and went out.
The person who answered the phone was Lin Qirui: "Yan'er, it's so late, please ask Mr. Feng to let us go!"
His voice was trembling a little, and his tone was a little urgent.
"What did you say?" Su Hanyan asked impatiently, "Why did I let you go? Didn't you go back to the hotel? Could it be that Feng Yan imprisoned you?"