He Is Warmer Than Time

Yang Haitao said with a guilty conscience: "You... do you like acting just like your sister?"

Song Xuan put her elbow on the car window and looked at him with her head tilted like this: "What if I say yes?"

There was a red light ahead. Yang Haitao stepped on the brake and the car slowly stopped. He turned to look at Song Xuan, "Do you...really like acting?"

He rebuffed her to reject the invitation of the leader of her, should she be annoyed? He does things without going through the brain.

Song Xuan made him addicted, and said seriously: "Yes, I like it, I like it very much."

Yang Haitao's eyes flashed: "Hug... I'm sorry."

"Just a pity?"

When the green light came on, Yang Haitao suddenly turned the front of the car. Song Xuan was surprised and quickly said, "What are you going to do?"

Yang Haitao looked straight ahead, with a solemn expression: "Go to the head of the art troupe and tell him that you are interested in his invitation."

The smile of Song Xuan's mouth was fleeting: "What if someone says it's out of date, how could the head of the group come and go when I Song Xuan called? You take me too seriously?"

Yang Haitao gritted his teeth and said: "I apologized to him, it was all my fault."

Song Xuan thought that the serious man in front of him was a bit cute, and laughed out loud: "Okay, no need to go to the art troupe, take me home."

Yang Haitao was stunned: "Don't go to the group leader."

Song Xuan responded lightly: "Well, don't go."

Yang Haitao parked the car to the side of the road and turned to look at her: "Don't you like acting?"

Song Xuan stared at him: "I am teasing you. I don't like acting."

Although she was born beautiful, her wish is completely different from that of her younger sister Song Ran. She has no interest in standing on the stage or in front of the camera. She wants to be a successful entrepreneur.

Yang Haitao almost cried with joy. Is this a false alarm? Song Xuan didn't want to be a star, it was great, great, he actually had a feeling of rejoicing after the disaster.

Seeing him smirking, Song Xuan couldn't help asking, "Aren't you angry?"

Yang Haitao wondered: "Why should you be angry?"

Song Xuan: "I'm playing with you, aren't you angry?"

Yang Haitao's eyes burned: "No matter what you do to me, I won't be angry, not at all."

On the courtyard wall next to the car, the leaves of the creeper were green, with roses dotted in the middle, the moon was bright, Song Xuan thought, finally, when she got along with Yang Haitao, she had a beautiful environment.

She thought again, perhaps, the throbbing in her heart was just because of the romantic rose and the beautiful moonlight.

Maybe it really has nothing to do with Yang Haitao.

She convinced herself like this, then turned her eyes away, and said softly: "Send me home."

"Good, good."

At the entrance of the Cultural Works Troupe, all the people dispersed and the headlights were off. Yao Xifeng's driver looked at the smoker sitting beside him and asked, "Xifeng, aren't you going home?"

Yao Xifeng took another cigarette, slowly puffing out the smoke ring, frowning tightly: "Song Ran took the flower from my hand, very polite, and said thank you very remotely, and then he never looked at me again. Don't talk to me either..."

The driver sighed: "That Xiao Ran, since she has a partner, can't you find another one?"

Yao Xifeng is bored: "You don't understand, you don't understand..."

The driver spread his hands: "I really don't understand the love of your young people. Your dad has introduced a lot to you. Is it possible that none of you like it?"

Yao Xifeng put out the cigarette butt, closed his eyes, and leaned back on the chair: "Uncle Chen, go home."

Seeing Song Ran missed her life...