Outside the restaurant, he grabbed her wrist.

"Miaoyu, can you give me a chance? Even if you give it a try? I can give it to you..."

"Jinglan." interrupted him and Zhou Miaoyu looked at him.

That was a very strange look.

It made Yao Jinglan's back feel chilled.

"I thought you knew me very well," she said, her voice not at all warm. "Isn't it good? Let's be friends."

"I don't want to be friends with you! Miaoyu, I like you, I have liked you for a long time! I want to be with you!"

"That's what you want," she said.

There is no clearer feeling than this moment that Yao Jinglan felt that she was Zhou Miaoyu, Zhou Miaoyu of the Zhou family.

If she gets cold, she can turn into ice.

"Jinglan, you know that I don't have any feelings for you. If you continue to hide your feelings, maybe our relationship will not change. But if you choose to speak out, you will cut off our relationship by yourself."

"Why?" Yao Jinglan smiled bitterly, let go of her wrist and grabbed her hair, "Miaoyu, what do you think? Haven't you broken up with Shan Feiye? Why can't you accept others? Even if you give me a chance, you are unfair to me."

Zhou Miaoyu didn't want to continue talking to him anymore because he didn't understand what he was saying.

She doesn't want to say anything even more hurtful.

It’s really a pity, but what did this friendship that she managed seriously in the end?

Waving to stop a taxi, Zhou Miaoyu got in.

Before Yao Jinglan rushed over to stop her, she closed the car door and locked it.

"Drive."

The driver started the car and left.

Yao Jinglan stood there, looking coldly at the back of the car.

...

Kick away the stones at his feet, and Shan Feiye looked into the distance for the ninth time.

She hasn't come back yet.

Irritable, full of irritability.

As long as he thought of her being with Yao Jinglan, he felt as disgusting as if he was swallowing a hundred flies in his throat.

Suddenly, the headlights came from far to near, and then a taxi drove over.

When the car door opens, the first thing that lands is a pair of slender long legs.

Shan Feiye suddenly stood up and stared at the woman getting out of the car.

Zhou Miaoyu was slightly stunned when he saw him, then closed the car door and walked towards his door without looking sideways.

Shan Feiye gritted his teeth and rushed up to stop her, "Didn't you see me?"

Zhou Miaoyu was annoyed and opened her mouth and shouted: "Get up!"

She was angry, and Shan Feiye was not much better than her.

With a smile, he snorted: "How about it? Are you eating well with your good friends?"

"You have to care!" Zhou Miaoyu punched him in the chest and pushed him away.

Shan Feiye groaned and covered his chest, staggered, and grabbed her arm, "You can't be gentle!"

Zhou Miaoyu was not satisfied and kicked him in the calf again, "You are satisfied! You are satisfied now! I broke up with Yao Jinglan! Are you satisfied?"

"Hmm? What?" Shan Feiye didn't react a little, "What happened?"

Sneered, she looked at him: "How great is President Dan? Why don't you guess what the people around me have? "

If you think about this carefully, there are traces to follow.

Shan Feiye suddenly turned black, "What? That guy Yao Jinglan confessed to you?"

Zhou Miaoyu doesn’t speak, just not speaking is equivalent to default.

He blinked his eyes, and a smile appeared on his handsome face, "Did you reject him?"

Her eyes turned cold and she seemed to be smiling.

Shan Feiye's heart was filled with sweet bubbles, and he spread his arms to hug her, no matter how many times she hit her back.

"Xiaoguai, Xiaoguai, you are so good." The big palm stroked her hair, "Isn't you angry anymore, okay?"

"Ahem!"

Until, a male voice coughed heavily behind him.

Let go of the person in his arms, Shan Feiye turned around and curled his lips, "The dumplings are back."

Mo Ziyan put one hand in his pants pocket and raised his eyebrows.

Zhou Miaoyu raked his hair, a little embarrassed: "I'll come back when I'm back, why are you coughing?"

Mo Ziyan gritted his teeth and strode forward, "Whoever asked you two to be at the door..."

"Cough! Dumplings!" Shan Feiye rebuked and glanced at Zhou Miaoyu, "Xiao Guai."

Zhou Miaoyu didn't even look at him, and turned around and left.

Seeing that his second sister had entered the door, Mo Ziyan turned to Shan Feiye and said, "Tell me, like a man."

Shan Feiye couldn't hold back after hearing this and laughed.

Feeling that he was deeply despised, Mo Ziyan was immediately furious.

But after weighing the pros and cons, he decided not to care.

"Are you scared?" He deliberately stimulated Shan Feiye.

Shan Feiye touched his chin and spread his hands: "Okay, where to talk?"

This is a private stadium they used to visit. They have never been here again since the marriage between Shan Feiye and Zhou Miaoyu failed.

After changing his jersey, he left the court, and dribbled alone in the night and took the lead in shooting two goals.

Mo Ziyan moved his hands and launched an attack.

An hour later, the two were on standoff and sat back to back in the middle of the court.

"If it were my brother, I would definitely beat you up to death!"

"Your brother has beaten me up."

"You deserve to beat me!"

"Hey! Why are you talking to me! You are neither big nor small!"

He hit Mo Ziyan's shoulder and Shan Feiye turned his head, "How is the entertainment industry? Is it fun?"

"It's normal."

"Did Lin Liangqi bully you? If you bully you, tell me."

"He doesn't dare, I just don't like the agent he arranged for me, otherwise you can change it for me?"

"Drink water?"

“…”

He stood up angrily, Mo Ziyan pointed at Shan Feiye, "If you make my sister sad again, I will fight you even if I die!"

Shan Feiye raised his head and smiled: "I dare not, nor can I."

Mo Ziyan shook his hair, lowered his head and wiped the sweat from his face with his jersey, "I'm serious, I don't know what you have to do, which makes my second sister so fascinated. Many people like her."

"Hey, I have a lot of people who like it."

"I know." Sneered, Mo Ziyan bent over: "I think you are called turtle watching mung beans."

Depend on!

What is this metaphor!

"bell!"

In the court, the cell phone ringing rang.

Mo Ziyan walked towards the rest chair, picked up his cell phone from above, looked at the caller, and he curled his lips to answer.

"what!"

"The shooting is not over yet, how can you leave privately!"

In the receiver, his agent's angry voice was the voice of his anger.

Mo Ziyan rolled his eyes and said impatiently: "You'll leave!"

"Come back now! Mo Ziyan, if you want to continue to be stumbling, get back immediately!"
To be continued...