Best Actor Wants To Stay With Me Chapter 294: Live together (plus 1)

Xia Siyu was blown away by what he said.

Originally, although Bo Yan was cold, his emotions and anger were indistinguishable. No matter how he flirted, he was like an iceberg, and he couldn't even flirt. Although he usually has a stinky face, he is not so proactive anyway. As long as he ignores him, he is basically just air.

But right now, he's actually not very proactive, but it's just such a casual sentence or two, she said that she didn't pick it up or didn't pick it up, and she got goosebumps all over her body.

Bo Yan can naturally see that, the disgust in her eyes is getting stronger and stronger.

He's a little lost and doesn't know how to approach.

Like the original, pretending to be confused and hiding his emotions, Xia Siyu couldn't feel his emotions at all. Although she gradually became unguarded against him, this unguardedness came at the cost of not treating him as a man.

But directly said that I like her, believe it or not Xia Siyu runs faster? Her pre-set position now is that she hates him. If you chase after him again, maybe Xia Siyu will turn around and leave.

But like he is now, he doesn't talk about feelings, or, in other words, uses the relationship between husband and wife as a guide to approach her, and she also rejects it.

How about that?

**

In the evening, Bo Yan put on a jacket and drove to the bar by the Yanhe River.

Opening the door of the bar, this time Han Yifan didn't talk to a group of alcoholics like last time, but he was wearing a ripped white T-shirt and ripped jeans, playing discs on the stage in a youthful manner.

Around him, there are two hot and **** pole dancers, swirling around the pillars on the stage at first, and then using him as a pillar, rubbing their arms and legs beside him.

When a song ends, both pole dancers follow him down.

Han Yifan was still soaked in the rain and dew. He put an arm around the waist of a dancer A, and then put a kiss on the face of dancer B.

I was walking down the stage with great joy. Suddenly, I looked up and saw Bo Yan below. I almost sprained my foot and fell off the stage.

Thanks to the two beauties around him, one on the left and one on the right, who supported him like a bodyguard, he didn't lose his ugliness. After Han Yifan stepped down, he also waved the two beauties away, then looked around to see that no one was there, and then walked over to him cautiously, like an underground party: "Why are you here?"

"Return your keys." Bo Yan was still wearing his jacket and hat. Xia Siyu said that he wanted to see Dushu's unique villa. Before he went to the luxury dinner party to find her yesterday, he turned to Yanhe to find Han Yifan.

Anyway, Han Yifan also thought about selling his house and making his own music. 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 to be deviant and unwilling to be a designer instead of an entertainer. And also play some rock, heavy metal.

He had to sell his house and raise his own funds to do what he likes. Anyway, the family business of the Han family will not be handed over to him. Naturally, his own brother will take care of it. Does he need to work hard?

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

"Something."

She spoke calmly.

Han Yifan was puzzled, raised his hand and asked the bartender to take two glasses of wine, one of which he said thinly and the other. The two walked to the VIP room with wine, he took a sip: "What's the matter?"