December 23, 2020
When Wang Yan returned to the room, his mood was extremely complicated. He picked up a bottle of red wine in the wine cabinet, pours a full glass, lying down on the big sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, silently looking at the imperial capital under the sunset.
The imperial capital was magnificent, but it had no temperature. The numerous buildings, huge traffic flow, busy worker ants... made the whole city seem too cold.
His heart moved: "Do you want to go for a walk?"
Perhaps, it was not the coldness of the city, but the coldness of the current perspective. Wandering among ordinary people, there might be different feelings. It was as if Liu Li's kiss was completely different from the feeling when he took the initiative.
"Thirty thousand oh thirty thousand, why are you so good at teasing?"
If it weren’t for radar, maybe he couldn’t help but think more...
[Liu Li]
[19 years old, appearance value 93, figure 85, special 89]
[Current position: Diwu Black Box Theater]
The special category was clearly defined. He said the number of loves was zero, so there was only one explanation: Liu Li's soul was too full, and the natural expression of feelings had the power to throb. At the last moment, he was really moved.
Liu Li had always been shy, but today she had reached out her arms, and she had hugged him in front of outsiders who would be upset, she was so brave because she was aware of her discomfort and wanted to give herself a sense of security. The way to do it was maybe a bit clumsy, but her heart was really hot, straightforward, and sincere. She was so cute.
It was not until that moment that Wang Yan truly realized the taste of love. "It's not like that, it's not like that, it's just love." He didn't dare to think, but couldn't help thinking. He took a sip of the wine, sour and astringent for a moment because the tannins were not yet sweet.
At this moment, the door of the room was knocked softly. He frowned, walked over to open the door, and his expression was startled when he saw the person coming.
"Why are you here? If you are injured, just take a good rest, what are you running around?"
"Can't be free."
Lin Weiwei swaggered into the room, glanced at the red wine glass in Wang Yan's hand, and joined it at the bar, familiar with a new cup.
"Not enough interesting, don't you call me when you open a bottle for 8,000 Yuan red cup wine?"
Wang Yan ignored her, wondering, and asked: "Just you?"
"Ah. No?"
Lin Weiwei looked for the wine bottle, and in front of the french-window, she sat directly in front of Wang Yan. In the current position, pour a full glass for her.
"I told them to go home and rest, and I came to see you before I leave."
"What are you looking for? See how I am? I'm fine."
He laughed blankly, sat on another sofa next to her, and raised her wine glass. : "Respect for neurosis."
Ding! The sound of the collision of the cups was particularly crisp.
Lin Weiwei nestled on the sofa comfortably, with her long legs resting directly on the windowsill, taking a sip of wine for a long time before sighing suddenly.
"The wine is a good wine, and people are not good people."
He glanced at her without saying a word.
Come on, start your performance, and you should be a Good Lord after serving, brother Wang!
Lin Weiwei was very at ease, took another sip of wine, and narrowed her eyes to taste it slowly for ages then suddenly asked: "Finally do you understand what art students do? With your imagination, it's not the same thing. It's different from what you think. Are you disturbed? You do not like that? As if Liu started to deal with the glass with her physical contact with another man, then do you blow up a plate of lemon vinegar?"
A torrent of three similar questions completely penetrated Wang Yan's cover.
Lin Weiwei had always been such a woman, hearty, straightforward, and generous. In addition, she was helping her relatives, and she always dared to come forward at critical moments.
Wang Yan didn't dare to say he didn't care at all, but the situation was really not that serious, so his mouth was very hard.
"As for? That little contact has long been left behind by me."
"What's that?"
"I dare to love women as Zababa loves women, I'm afraid she will be a classical dancer."
Lin Weiwei turned her head and glanced, and something seemed to be condensed in her eyes, with a smile on her face.
"Really? Wang Yan, are you sure you want to answer me like this?"
He was silent for a moment, and finally corrected his attitude and answered seriously.
"Actually, after watching the whole stage, I really turned that corner."
“In the 60-minute drama, the dance in two lasts less than two minutes and there are only a few ski lifts. The clothes Liu Li wears are thicker than those in the subway. If you don't stop to worry about that, you can't fall in love again."
"It's just... I always feel a little uncomfortable."
Lin Weiwei and the little boy looked at each other, and after a while, she smiled in thinking: 'Wang Yan is still the dog I know, so good.'
After being silent for a while, she used her unprecedented diligence and organized her language before speaking slowly:
"I don't know why you have such a big misunderstanding of little Liu Li. Now, let me explain, listen to it attentively, and ask you if you have any questions."
"Classical dance is very different from national standard dance. I must have a partner when I dance. It must be a fixed partner because tacit understanding and consistency of movement must be cultivated. A mistake in one action of one of the two-person will have serious consequences... Look here."
Lin Weiwei opened the skirt and held down the inner side of her left knee, showing it to Wang Yan.
“When I was a freshman, my partner and I practiced together for the first time. Because I was young and vigorous, I climbed straight up on the Foxtrot, and he used a continuous transfer to the left to support me by the feet. When I parted, I let go of my hands, click... I broke my knee." "How about it?"
Lin Weiwei did not say this. But Wang Yan saw that after that part of the muscle was pressed, it did not rebound for a long time. A feeling of distress surged in his heart. It had nothing to do with love, just pure pity. While thinking about how to comfort her.
She waved her hand and smiled, continuing on her own.
"It's better to be classical and safer. Classical emphasizes restraint and affection. Most of them are single-lead dancers and group dancers. Duo dances are only a rare case. The Han and Tang Dynasties studied by Liu Li are particularly special. Light and beautiful, graceful and pretty, almost all the classic dramas are solo heroines."
"The directors who are well-known are more fragrant and respectable. If you are lucky enough to be valued by someone, tailor a dance, and it will be Tang immediately. Sister Liu Li is second. I, I don't have that graceful and beautiful energy by nature, so I learn national standard!"
Even if Lin Weiwei was complaining, her attitude was so majestic, she didn't show a trace of loss or resentment and Wang Yan had nothing to comfort him, so he poured the wine in silence. She tasted and smiled sweetly.
"There are 50 students in the classical dance department separate into two classes. There are 18 girls and 7 boys in Liu Li's class. Each dance has its own practice hall. If we don't arrange this, "Zhaojun goes out of the Fortress", the co-performance of boys and girls is basically limited to a group dance."
"As for the present "Zhaojun goes out of the Fortress", it is the prototype of Director Kong's work. It is a ceremonial drama of One Waiting and One Road. It is led by the China Opera and Dance Theater, and the Inner Mongolia Dance Troupe and Emperor Dance cooperate with the creation. It is a national key drama."
"That's how important it is for her... The first performance will be watched by a big leader. If you don't like Liu Li sit on the boy's lap, you will sleep with her and persuade her to give up."
"Anyway, with her strength, definitely within three to five years. It is impossible to catch up with Senior Sister Tang. No matter how hard she tries, the most important thing is to be the protagonist of the youth version."
"It's not worth it for her. She has such a small chance to become an artist. Why should she suffer this sin?"
Lin Weiwei said the last sentence while speaking, showed that smiley expression again, and then stared at Wang Yan, as if to see him through a hole. So, he just laughed. The smile was shallow and decent, but the clearness in the eyes reflects the real joy as if the haze in the heart is swept away.
"Is it time to speak?"
Wang Yan took the initiative to clink glasses with Lin Weiwei.
"Hmm."
Lin Weiwei nodded and snorted.
"I admit I'm a bit careful and can't look away."
Wang Yan came up and set the tone very high, and then changed the subject: "Thank you, Sister Weiwei, for bothering you to make a special trip to enlighten me. I am ashamed."
He lay a good foundation and start turning.
"But, it's really not that. I understand the difference in dance types now, and I will always know in the future. It's not a bitter movie. How can there be any misunderstandings that can't be solved?"
Lin Weiwei raised her eyebrows: "So, What you are thinking about now, is another problem?"
"A little bit."
Wang Yan had admitted frankly but did not explain it for a long time. It was not so much trouble as it was guilt. It might be that after a woman falls in love with a man, the other men wouldn't even look at it.
A man might be... He didn't know what other men were. He just always understands that he couldn't be sure 100%. He would guard Liu Li wholeheartedly until he got married, had children, and had a white head, and spent his whole life peacefully...
Sorry, he really couldn't do it. The restless heart of the young man was yearning for the sky more and more, thinking about flying higher, seeing farther, and owning more all the time, but it could be suppressed temporarily. It was like the dream he had on the rattan chair in the small courtyard when he had first got the system to build a palace on the cloud and wait for all nations to come. Maybe one day, after going through a thousand sails, he might understand the true meaning of life and return to the basics, but it was definitely not now.
It couldn't be now. So, what was he insisting on?! Was he sick?!
He suddenly became a little irritated, picked up the wine glass, touched Lin Weiwei's glass, and drank it all. As a result, when the drink came in the end, the system popped up a prompt without warning.
[Your mood is very low, maybe good wine can make you happy. You get a mysterious reward]
[See the truth after drinking]
[One-time card]
[When you entertain guests and drink with others, every glass of wine you drink has a secret]
[50% probability to trigger happy special effects, emotions slight increase]
[40% probability to trigger the true special effect, natural revealing]
[10% probability to trigger the white drink special effect, the host will receive a cash reward equal to the price of the whole bottle]
[Note: The degree of emotional high and natural exposure is the highest equivalent to drunkenness State]
Ho, it was really suitable. So, he immediately wanted to use the card. After ten glasses of wine, he would probably be very happy. The current little trouble would definitely be killed.
By the way, look at his heart. Perhaps, he could also see what Lin Weiwei was thinking, this mysterious imperial girl. But just before the decision was made, the phone suddenly dinged, and a message from Liu Li appeared on the top of the screen.
[At the best age in life, many things can be pursued. I gave my persistence to the art, and I want to give you all my enthusiasm]
A piece of news without beginning and end made Wang Yan stare at it for a long time. Then, he suddenly didn't want to use the card. Because he finally wanted to understand something. When Liu Li had taken Lin Weiwei as an example and asked "Do you mind?" it was obviously the first test.
Perfect pass.
Inviting myself to come to the dress rehearsal today is not only to show the most beautiful aspect of the dance for me but also to be the second test.
Pass the customs in danger.
If he didn't care at all at that time or was very frustrated and bad... He was afraid he wouldn't have this text message again.
A young girl, before acknowledging a person and making up her mind to hand over her for the first time, will inevitably suffer from gains and losses, think before and after and weigh repeatedly.
Reasonable and justified.
Therefore, instead of blaming her, Wang Yan put aside his worry. She was so cautious and self-love, how could distance be a problem? When she was determined, she was so active and brave, and her sense of security was no longer a problem.
'Thirty thousand, you are a treasured girl...'
The new pieces of information were more interesting.
Life is more than just a career, and more than just love, but he wanted it all, and firmly believed that he couldn't be separated from her, held clean, and held clear.
One needs persistence and the other needs enthusiasm. The common denominator is that both must be unreserved. The meaning is simply perfect.
'Thirty thousand, you are more mature, firmer, and wiser than I thought. The little fairy is you, that's right.'
Come on, it's useless to think about anything, it's serious to eat first... Wait... With a smile, he typed back: "I have read it and can play it." A dog face with a tongue out was attached.
Looking at the Erha emoticon that was so skinny, his heart was completely relieved, and he was extremely comfortable.
'Today, it's not in vain.'
The thinking was a very troublesome, very tiring, and very lonely thing, but the ultimate charm of a man came from thinking. When he had known it, he was actually becoming more and more attractive. It had nothing to do with money.
………....
Lin Weiwei looked out the window in a daze, the sky would be dimmed, and Wang Yan's figure is reflected on the floor-to-ceiling windows. He had a calm demeanor and a firm face, and he was beginning to look like a man.
She didn't get a response from it for a long time. She knew there might not be a response to the last topic. If that being the case, it didn't matter if she didn't talk with it.
Putting down the wine glass, she stood up sharply and smiled easily: "Well, it seems that you have figured it out, then I will withdraw."
Wang Yan wanted to keep her for dinner, she turned and left.
"I don't eat, I want to lose weight!"
"Okay, then I will send you downstairs."
As soon as he arrived at the door of the room, she glared and stopped.
"What's the relationship? I told you a few words of sincere thoughts, right?"
"Come on! You can go, don't think about it!"
Wang Yan couldn't laugh or cry and raised his hand to surrender. In the end, the question was not asked: "Sister Weiwei, why did you rush to explain this to me?"
He wanted to ask, but it was unnecessary.
When Lin Weiwei went out, she flicked her long hair as she did habitually and then strode towards the elevator with a special step her six relatives did not recognize. The red hair spread out like a flame, burning people's eyes; and like a rose, it was fragrant and thorny.
Wang Yan shook his head and smiled, closing the door and returning to the room.
Lin Weiwei looked at the mirror in the elevator, carefully put on her sunglasses, combed her hair, adjusted the corners of her clothes, and suddenly her nose became sore.
December 23, 2020
When Wang Yan returned to the room, his mood was extremely complicated. He picked up a bottle of red wine in the wine cabinet, pours a full glass, lying down on the big sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, silently looking at the imperial capital under the sunset.
The imperial capital was magnificent, but it had no temperature. The numerous buildings, huge traffic flow, busy worker ants... made the whole city seem too cold.
His heart moved: "Do you want to go for a walk?"
Perhaps, it was not the coldness of the city, but the coldness of the current perspective. Wandering among ordinary people, there might be different feelings. It was as if Liu Li's kiss was completely different from the feeling when he took the initiative.
"Thirty thousand oh thirty thousand, why are you so good at teasing?"
If it weren’t for radar, maybe he couldn’t help but think more...
[Liu Li]
[19 years old, appearance value 93, figure 85, special 89]
[Current position: Diwu Black Box Theater]
The special category was clearly defined. He said the number of loves was zero, so there was only one explanation: Liu Li's soul was too full, and the natural expression of feelings had the power to throb. At the last moment, he was really moved.
Liu Li had always been shy, but today she had reached out her arms, and she had hugged him in front of outsiders who would be upset, she was so brave because she was aware of her discomfort and wanted to give herself a sense of security. The way to do it was maybe a bit clumsy, but her heart was really hot, straightforward, and sincere. She was so cute.
It was not until that moment that Wang Yan truly realized the taste of love. "It's not like that, it's not like that, it's just love." He didn't dare to think, but couldn't help thinking. He took a sip of the wine, sour and astringent for a moment because the tannins were not yet sweet.
At this moment, the door of the room was knocked softly. He frowned, walked over to open the door, and his expression was startled when he saw the person coming.
"Why are you here? If you are injured, just take a good rest, what are you running around?"
"Can't be free."
Lin Weiwei swaggered into the room, glanced at the red wine glass in Wang Yan's hand, and joined it at the bar, familiar with a new cup.
"Not enough interesting, don't you call me when you open a bottle for 8,000 Yuan red cup wine?"
Wang Yan ignored her, wondering, and asked: "Just you?"
"Ah. No?"
Lin Weiwei looked for the wine bottle, and in front of the french-window, she sat directly in front of Wang Yan. In the current position, pour a full glass for her.
"I told them to go home and rest, and I came to see you before I leave."
"What are you looking for? See how I am? I'm fine."
He laughed blankly, sat on another sofa next to her, and raised her wine glass. : "Respect for neurosis."
Ding! The sound of the collision of the cups was particularly crisp.
Lin Weiwei nestled on the sofa comfortably, with her long legs resting directly on the windowsill, taking a sip of wine for a long time before sighing suddenly.
"The wine is a good wine, and people are not good people."
He glanced at her without saying a word.
Come on, start your performance, and you should be a Good Lord after serving, brother Wang!
Lin Weiwei was very at ease, took another sip of wine, and narrowed her eyes to taste it slowly for ages then suddenly asked: "Finally do you understand what art students do? With your imagination, it's not the same thing. It's different from what you think. Are you disturbed? You do not like that? As if Liu started to deal with the glass with her physical contact with another man, then do you blow up a plate of lemon vinegar?"
A torrent of three similar questions completely penetrated Wang Yan's cover.
Lin Weiwei had always been such a woman, hearty, straightforward, and generous. In addition, she was helping her relatives, and she always dared to come forward at critical moments.
Wang Yan didn't dare to say he didn't care at all, but the situation was really not that serious, so his mouth was very hard.
"As for? That little contact has long been left behind by me."
"What's that?"
"I dare to love women as Zababa loves women, I'm afraid she will be a classical dancer."
Lin Weiwei turned her head and glanced, and something seemed to be condensed in her eyes, with a smile on her face.
"Really? Wang Yan, are you sure you want to answer me like this?"
He was silent for a moment, and finally corrected his attitude and answered seriously.
"Actually, after watching the whole stage, I really turned that corner."
“In the 60-minute drama, the dance in two lasts less than two minutes and there are only a few ski lifts. The clothes Liu Li wears are thicker than those in the subway. If you don't stop to worry about that, you can't fall in love again."
"It's just... I always feel a little uncomfortable."
Lin Weiwei and the little boy looked at each other, and after a while, she smiled in thinking: 'Wang Yan is still the dog I know, so good.'
After being silent for a while, she used her unprecedented diligence and organized her language before speaking slowly:
"I don't know why you have such a big misunderstanding of little Liu Li. Now, let me explain, listen to it attentively, and ask you if you have any questions."
"Classical dance is very different from national standard dance. I must have a partner when I dance. It must be a fixed partner because tacit understanding and consistency of movement must be cultivated. A mistake in one action of one of the two-person will have serious consequences... Look here."
Lin Weiwei opened the skirt and held down the inner side of her left knee, showing it to Wang Yan.
“When I was a freshman, my partner and I practiced together for the first time. Because I was young and vigorous, I climbed straight up on the Foxtrot, and he used a continuous transfer to the left to support me by the feet. When I parted, I let go of my hands, click... I broke my knee." "How about it?"
Lin Weiwei did not say this. But Wang Yan saw that after that part of the muscle was pressed, it did not rebound for a long time. A feeling of distress surged in his heart. It had nothing to do with love, just pure pity. While thinking about how to comfort her.
She waved her hand and smiled, continuing on her own.
"It's better to be classical and safer. Classical emphasizes restraint and affection. Most of them are single-lead dancers and group dancers. Duo dances are only a rare case. The Han and Tang Dynasties studied by Liu Li are particularly special. Light and beautiful, graceful and pretty, almost all the classic dramas are solo heroines."
"The directors who are well-known are more fragrant and respectable. If you are lucky enough to be valued by someone, tailor a dance, and it will be Tang immediately. Sister Liu Li is second. I, I don't have that graceful and beautiful energy by nature, so I learn national standard!"
Even if Lin Weiwei was complaining, her attitude was so majestic, she didn't show a trace of loss or resentment and Wang Yan had nothing to comfort him, so he poured the wine in silence. She tasted and smiled sweetly.
"There are 50 students in the classical dance department separate into two classes. There are 18 girls and 7 boys in Liu Li's class. Each dance has its own practice hall. If we don't arrange this, "Zhaojun goes out of the Fortress", the co-performance of boys and girls is basically limited to a group dance."
"As for the present "Zhaojun goes out of the Fortress", it is the prototype of Director Kong's work. It is a ceremonial drama of One Waiting and One Road. It is led by the China Opera and Dance Theater, and the Inner Mongolia Dance Troupe and Emperor Dance cooperate with the creation. It is a national key drama."
"That's how important it is for her... The first performance will be watched by a big leader. If you don't like Liu Li sit on the boy's lap, you will sleep with her and persuade her to give up."
"Anyway, with her strength, definitely within three to five years. It is impossible to catch up with Senior Sister Tang. No matter how hard she tries, the most important thing is to be the protagonist of the youth version."
"It's not worth it for her. She has such a small chance to become an artist. Why should she suffer this sin?"
Lin Weiwei said the last sentence while speaking, showed that smiley expression again, and then stared at Wang Yan, as if to see him through a hole. So, he just laughed. The smile was shallow and decent, but the clearness in the eyes reflects the real joy as if the haze in the heart is swept away.
"Is it time to speak?"
Wang Yan took the initiative to clink glasses with Lin Weiwei.
"Hmm."
Lin Weiwei nodded and snorted.
"I admit I'm a bit careful and can't look away."
Wang Yan came up and set the tone very high, and then changed the subject: "Thank you, Sister Weiwei, for bothering you to make a special trip to enlighten me. I am ashamed."
He lay a good foundation and start turning.
"But, it's really not that. I understand the difference in dance types now, and I will always know in the future. It's not a bitter movie. How can there be any misunderstandings that can't be solved?"
Lin Weiwei raised her eyebrows: "So, What you are thinking about now, is another problem?"
"A little bit."
Wang Yan had admitted frankly but did not explain it for a long time. It was not so much trouble as it was guilt. It might be that after a woman falls in love with a man, the other men wouldn't even look at it.
A man might be... He didn't know what other men were. He just always understands that he couldn't be sure 100%. He would guard Liu Li wholeheartedly until he got married, had children, and had a white head, and spent his whole life peacefully...
Sorry, he really couldn't do it. The restless heart of the young man was yearning for the sky more and more, thinking about flying higher, seeing farther, and owning more all the time, but it could be suppressed temporarily. It was like the dream he had on the rattan chair in the small courtyard when he had first got the system to build a palace on the cloud and wait for all nations to come. Maybe one day, after going through a thousand sails, he might understand the true meaning of life and return to the basics, but it was definitely not now.
It couldn't be now. So, what was he insisting on?! Was he sick?!
He suddenly became a little irritated, picked up the wine glass, touched Lin Weiwei's glass, and drank it all. As a result, when the drink came in the end, the system popped up a prompt without warning.
[Your mood is very low, maybe good wine can make you happy. You get a mysterious reward]
[See the truth after drinking]
[One-time card]
[When you entertain guests and drink with others, every glass of wine you drink has a secret]
[50% probability to trigger happy special effects, emotions slight increase]
[40% probability to trigger the true special effect, natural revealing]
[10% probability to trigger the white drink special effect, the host will receive a cash reward equal to the price of the whole bottle]
[Note: The degree of emotional high and natural exposure is the highest equivalent to drunkenness State]
Ho, it was really suitable. So, he immediately wanted to use the card. After ten glasses of wine, he would probably be very happy. The current little trouble would definitely be killed.
By the way, look at his heart. Perhaps, he could also see what Lin Weiwei was thinking, this mysterious imperial girl. But just before the decision was made, the phone suddenly dinged, and a message from Liu Li appeared on the top of the screen.
[At the best age in life, many things can be pursued. I gave my persistence to the art, and I want to give you all my enthusiasm]
A piece of news without beginning and end made Wang Yan stare at it for a long time. Then, he suddenly didn't want to use the card. Because he finally wanted to understand something. When Liu Li had taken Lin Weiwei as an example and asked "Do you mind?" it was obviously the first test.
Perfect pass.
Inviting myself to come to the dress rehearsal today is not only to show the most beautiful aspect of the dance for me but also to be the second test.
Pass the customs in danger.
If he didn't care at all at that time or was very frustrated and bad... He was afraid he wouldn't have this text message again.
A young girl, before acknowledging a person and making up her mind to hand over her for the first time, will inevitably suffer from gains and losses, think before and after and weigh repeatedly.
Reasonable and justified.
Therefore, instead of blaming her, Wang Yan put aside his worry. She was so cautious and self-love, how could distance be a problem? When she was determined, she was so active and brave, and her sense of security was no longer a problem.
'Thirty thousand, you are a treasured girl...'
The new pieces of information were more interesting.
Life is more than just a career, and more than just love, but he wanted it all, and firmly believed that he couldn't be separated from her, held clean, and held clear.
One needs persistence and the other needs enthusiasm. The common denominator is that both must be unreserved. The meaning is simply perfect.
'Thirty thousand, you are more mature, firmer, and wiser than I thought. The little fairy is you, that's right.'
Come on, it's useless to think about anything, it's serious to eat first... Wait... With a smile, he typed back: "I have read it and can play it." A dog face with a tongue out was attached.
Looking at the Erha emoticon that was so skinny, his heart was completely relieved, and he was extremely comfortable.
'Today, it's not in vain.'
The thinking was a very troublesome, very tiring, and very lonely thing, but the ultimate charm of a man came from thinking. When he had known it, he was actually becoming more and more attractive. It had nothing to do with money.
………....
Lin Weiwei looked out the window in a daze, the sky would be dimmed, and Wang Yan's figure is reflected on the floor-to-ceiling windows. He had a calm demeanor and a firm face, and he was beginning to look like a man.
She didn't get a response from it for a long time. She knew there might not be a response to the last topic. If that being the case, it didn't matter if she didn't talk with it.
Putting down the wine glass, she stood up sharply and smiled easily: "Well, it seems that you have figured it out, then I will withdraw."
Wang Yan wanted to keep her for dinner, she turned and left.
"I don't eat, I want to lose weight!"
"Okay, then I will send you downstairs."
As soon as he arrived at the door of the room, she glared and stopped.
"What's the relationship? I told you a few words of sincere thoughts, right?"
"Come on! You can go, don't think about it!"
Wang Yan couldn't laugh or cry and raised his hand to surrender. In the end, the question was not asked: "Sister Weiwei, why did you rush to explain this to me?"
He wanted to ask, but it was unnecessary.
When Lin Weiwei went out, she flicked her long hair as she did habitually and then strode towards the elevator with a special step her six relatives did not recognize. The red hair spread out like a flame, burning people's eyes; and like a rose, it was fragrant and thorny.
Wang Yan shook his head and smiled, closing the door and returning to the room.
Lin Weiwei looked at the mirror in the elevator, carefully put on her sunglasses, combed her hair, adjusted the corners of her clothes, and suddenly her nose became sore.
