Song Huayi smiled and said, "I'm afraid that your harem will catch fire, so I should be less beautiful." ”

Zhan Shaoyin thought that maybe Yin Cong'an was one of the few female secretaries around him, so Song Huayi had such a misunderstanding.

But looking at her sour appearance, he thought it was cute.

Some things will only get darker and darker just by explaining, so leave it to time to interpret the truth.

As the music reaches its climax, the dance steps gradually increase a little faster.

Song Huayi always felt that Yin Cong'an deliberately squeezed her side, disturbing her dance steps a little messy.

Zhan Shaoyin also noticed this, and hugged Song Huayi and moved back slightly a distance.

However, jumping Yin Cong'an squeezed over again, this time directly bumping into Song Huayi, Song Huayi's footsteps were messy, his high heels tripped his feet, and his messy steps stepped on Yin Cong'an's skirt.

I only heard Yin Cong'an exclaim, and when Song Huayi turned his head, he saw Yin Cong'an covering his chest in a daze.

The sleeve on the right shoulder slipped down, revealing a large patch of skin.

Zhan Shaoyin stabilized Song Huayi, glanced at her feet in high heels, and said worriedly: "Broken feet?" ”

Song Huayi shook his head and frowned at Yin Cong'an, and at the same time, Zhan Shaoyin took off his coat to cover Yin Cong'an to prevent her from going away.

"Are you alright?" Zhan Shaoyin asked lightly.

Yin Cong'an glanced at Song Huayi a few times while saying that it was okay, and that look seemed to be silently telling Zhan Shaoyin that it was Song Huayi who stepped on her skirt to do this.

Song Huayi frowned and looked at the blazer draped over Yin Cong'an's shoulders, although he knew that Zhan Shaoyin's approach was just out of a man's gentlemanly style, and he had no other intentions.

But she knows better that this is the result that Yin Cong'an wants, Zhan Shaoyin has no intention, but Yin Cong'an has the intention.

"Let's sort it out." Zhan Shaoyin said.

Yin Cong'an tightly grasped the suit that Zhan Shaoyin draped on his shoulders and nodded: "Okay." ”

Watching Yin Cong'an walk away, Zhan Shaoyin also withdrew from the dance floor with Song Huayi in his arms.

"I didn't mean to."

Zhan Shaoyin glanced down at her, feeling that she looked a little aggrieved and a little angry, but also a little surprised that she would explain to him, as if she was afraid that he would blame her.

"I know, and I don't blame you."

The way he smiled made Song Huayi feel better.

But when I think of his suit, my heart still feels like a thorn in my heart and I haven't pulled it out.

This prom is really bad.

Zhan Shaoyin left first with Song Huayi, she said that she wanted to eat hot pot, and he also drove a car to find a hot pot restaurant in France.

She said that the taste was very good, and when she was satisfied, she saw her brow stretch and smile again.

The dark clouds that had piled up in Zhan Shaoyin's heart also dispersed.

After returning to the hotel, she took a shower and started to draw in her room with a hand-drawn tablet.

About two or three hours later, she was getting ready to go to bed when she heard a knock on the door.

I subconsciously thought of Yin Cong'an's green tea, so I walked to the door of my room, leaned on the door and listened to the movement outside the house.

Zhan Shaoyin's footsteps approached the door of the house, and then opened the door, and after opening the door, he heard him ask lukewarmly: "Something?" ”

Immediately, Yin Cong'an's voice sounded: "Thank you for today's incident." ”

As soon as he heard Yin Cong'an's voice, Song Huayi couldn't hold it back, and immediately pushed open the door and walked out.

Zhan Shaoyin frowned slightly when he saw her, and asked her like a parent catching a disobedient child: "Why haven't you slept yet?" ”

Song Huayi said: "I was woken up by you." ”

Yin Cong'an smiled apologetically: "I'm really sorry to come and disturb you so late." ”

As she spoke, she handed over a paper bag: "I'm here to return the clothes of the president." ”

Song Huayi took Zhan Shaoyin's arm and said, "What else is there?" We have a habit of cleanliness, and he won't wear the clothes worn by others, so it's good to give it to you, anyway, we have more clothes than Yin, and I'll go to the street tomorrow to buy him a set. ”

Yin Cong'an smiled: "Madame said that she laughed, the clothes said that they had been washed and disinfected, and I couldn't wear men's clothes." ”

"Didn't you just dress well?"

Yin Cong'an looked generous and didn't care about Song Huayi, put the bag on the cabinet at the entrance and said, "Mr. Zhan, madam, you should rest early." ”

Seeing Yin Cong'an leave, Song Huayi let go of the hand holding Zhan Shaoyin's arm.

Zhan Shaoyin looked at her with a smile and gently closed the door.

Song Huayi said in a weird manner: "What are you doing in a daze? Why don't you take the clothes that people have washed for you and put them away? ”

Zhan Shaoyin looked at her with a smile and said, "I have a habit of cleanliness, and I won't wear clothes worn by others anymore." ”

Listening to her "We Shaoyin" just now, Zhan Shaoyin still thinks it sounds very good.

Looking at her puffing up, Zhan Shaoyin reached out in front of her and threw the paper bag containing the clothes into the trash can by the door, and then said to her: "You said, go to the street tomorrow and buy me a new set." ”

Song Huayi also stretched out his hand directly to him, rubbing his index finger and thumb against each other, signaling him to give money.

Zhan Shaoyin raised his eyebrows and said, "Go to bed first, and I'll give it to you tomorrow morning." ”

After tossing this day, Song Huayi was indeed tired.

I still had a lot of things in my head when I collapsed on the bed, but I fell asleep after a short time with my pillow.

Zhan Shaoyin leaned on the head of his bed and searched for six words in the browser with his tablet: rabbit that doesn't eat grass.

The author of the comic is called: Painting is not up to the point.

It can be determined that it is the work of Song Huayi.

Out of curiosity, he clicked in and read a few pages, his brow furrowing.

The general content of the story is that the male protagonist saves an injured rabbit, and the rabbit has a series of strange behaviors.

For example, I don't like to eat grass and meat, I like to watch TV when I have nothing to do, and I even have emotions, and I am very human.

Zhan Shaoyin thought at first that maybe it was like chatting about Zhai, the rabbit became a beautiful girl, and then started a fantasy love story with the male protagonist.

But it wasn't until he saw that the rabbit had turned into a beautiful man with eight-pack abs that he almost had a few question marks on his head and closed the page with a very incomprehensible face.

What does this girl have in her head for a day?

can't appreciate her comics, Zhan Shaoyin still found her Weibo under the recommendation of the comic page.

There are not many fans, less than 300 people, and he also found several of her brothers among them, indicating that more than 200 people are mixed with a lot of water.

Most of the Weibo content is some publicity about the comics and some illustrations of other authors retweeted, as well as some sand sculpture videos full of hahahaha.

Zhan Shaoyin frowned and registered Weibo, followed her account, then turned off her mobile phone and bedside lights, and lay down on the bed.

The picture of the rabbit turning into a man with abs still hit his mind, and he wondered what story the two men could come up with?