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Chapter 172 Chaomu: But I Love Him

After some in-depth exchanges, the two decided to be good sisters for each other to catch mistresses and introduce boyfriends in the future.

Seeing how harmoniously they got along, Leng Yu raised his eyebrows unexpectedly.

You know, Ding Qian's temper is also notoriously unpredictable. Whether it is before or after the fire, the evaluation in the circle is iceberg beauty. This is the first time that she can chat with people so peacefully.

Ding Qian and Yan Chaosong chatted very well outside the play, and they also cooperated very well in the play, especially in the rivalry part, there is no need for too many words, a look can almost explain everything.

Many times, Yu Haihong was infected by their rival dramas. Looking at the effects of the filming, he had a premonition in his heart: this drama is sure to become popular, and maybe it will become a god.

Yu Haihong's impression of Yan Chaosong also changed from doubt at the beginning to affirmation, and he even hoped that she could play the heroine of his next play.

Three months later, the crew of "Apricot Blossom Cold" wrapped up. With a big wave of his hand, Yu Haihong booked a floor in a famous hotel in the imperial capital and entertained everyone.

Who knew that Ding Qian was sick that day and couldn't come to the banquet, Yan Chaosong had no company, and sat down boredly by himself with champagne.

After she chased away the tenth man who came to strike up a conversation, she went to the balcony to enjoy the air.

She is wearing a black tube top dress today, her hair is pulled up high, and she wears bright jewels. She is shining like stars. The only fly in the ointment is that the blue necklace on her neck is not very similar to her dress. take.

"Alone?" A warm voice came from behind, Yan Chaosong looked back and met Leng Yu's blue eyes.

Although he and Leng Muge are of the same father, but their eyes are very similar, Yan Chaosong's heart skipped a beat, and he managed to stabilize his mind: "Yes."

"Why don't you go and play with them?" he asked.

"I don't really like that environment."

"You have to learn how to communicate." Leng Yu took a sip of the red wine in his glass, "You can go up, understand?"

"I don't agree." She smiled. "When I become stronger, others will come to socialize with me."

Leng Yu froze for a moment, then chuckled.

"That makes sense."

Yan Chaosong looked at his side face with a slight smile, that smile was so light, as if it would disappear into the night at any moment.

It's like laughing too.

She was in a daze, and the figure of that person seemed to appear in front of her eyes again.

She shook her head, turned her head to look at the night scene of the imperial capital, she seemed to be a little more awake.

"You like my brother, don't you?" Leng Yu suddenly said, although it was a question, but he used a declarative sentence.

Yan Chaosong's heart tightened.

"Don't deny it." Leng Yu turned his back to the railing and put his elbows on it, "If I'm not wrong, you just mistook me for him."

Yan Chaosong lowered his head, feeling embarrassed to be exposed.

"Actually, even if you throw away your status as an artist under me, I still want to persuade you to give up." Leng Yu's tone was calm, "The water in Leng's family is very deep, and it's not something you, a little girl, can swim through."

"I really don't understand." She raised her head suddenly, smiling a little relieved, "but I love him."

The expression on her face was indifferent, as if she was talking about a very ordinary thing.

It is precisely because of this that Leng Yu seems to be able to see a stubborn heart through those calm eyes.

The vast night was reflected in her eyes, and the autumn wind blowing through her hair also caused a strange feeling in Leng Yu's heart.

(End of this chapter)