Yang Haitao said with a guilty heart: "you Do you like acting as well as your sister? "

Song Xuan leaned her elbow on the window and looked at him like this: "what if I said yes?"

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

She should have been annoyed that he had so rashly refused the invitation of the commander for her? He does things without thinking.

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

Yang Haitao's eyes flashed: "hold Sorry. "

"Just a word of apology?"

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

Looking straight ahead, Yang Haitao said with a heavy expression: "go to find the head of the cultural engineering group and tell him that you are interested in his invitation."

Song Xuan's smile was fleeting: "in case someone said that he didn't wait, would my song Xuan call him to come and leave immediately? You take me too seriously? "

Yang Haitao gritted his teeth and said, "I apologize to him. It's all my fault."

Song Xuan felt that the serious man in front of her was a little cute, and she said with a smile, "OK, don't go to the art troupe. Take me home."

Yang Haitao Leng Leng Leng: "don't look for the head."

Song Xuan said, "well, No

Yang Haitao pulled over to the side of the road and looked at her: "don't you like acting?"

Song Xuan stares at him: "I tease you. I don't like acting."

Although she was born beautiful, her wish is totally different from that of her 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 doesn't want to be a star. That's great. It's great. He has a sense of happiness after a disaster.

Seeing his giggle, song Xuan couldn't help asking, "aren't you angry?"

Yang Haitao doubts: "why should you be angry?"

Song Xuan: "don't you get angry when I play with you?"

Yang Haitao eyes burning: "no matter how you treat me, I will not be angry, not at all."

On the courtyard wall beside the car, the leaves of Parthenocissus tricuspidata are green, and there are roses in the middle. The moon is bright. Song Xuan thinks that at last, when she gets along with Yang Haitao, she has a beautiful environment.

She thought, perhaps, the heart throb is just because of the romantic rose and beautiful moonlight.

Maybe, it has nothing to do with Yang Haitao.

She convinced herself, then turned her eyes and whispered, "take me home."

"Good, good."

At the gate of the literary and Art Troupe, all the people were scattered and the headlights were turned off. Yao Xifeng's driver looked at the smoking man sitting beside him and asked, "Xifeng, are you not going home?"

Yao Xifeng took another breath of his cigarette, puffed out the cigarette ring slowly, and frowned tightly: "Song ran took the flowers from my hand. It was very polite and said a very alienated thank you. Then, he never looked at me again and didn't talk to me..."

The driver sighed: "that little ran, since she has a partner, can't you find another one?"

"You don't understand, you don't understand..."

The driver showed his hand: "I really don't understand your young people's love and love. Your father introduced a lot to you. Is it difficult that there is no one you like?"

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

Seeing song Ran's mistake for life