Quick-wearing male god skin is sweet

Chapter 185 The Cold and Cutie 59
Of course, Yan Ge would not talk about her and Fang Li's affairs in any interview festival.Because there is no need to talk about it, and she doesn't want everyone to focus on these negative news.

Wouldn't it be better to learn more about positive things and eat some sweet love candies?
Ever since, she successfully diverted the director's attention with the emotional status quo.

After the recording was over, every staff present had a big aunt smile on their faces, as if they were still in the sweet love that Yan Ge shared, feeling the happiness she experienced in this relationship.

He Miao was very curious, Yan Ge and Bo Yan hadn't even been together for a month, how could she experience so much happiness in this relationship?

In this regard, Yan Ge gave He Miao a sour explanation.

"When you find your destined mate, the temperature in your chest will boil forever, no matter how long it takes."

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Taking the time to rush back to the hotel in the south of the city, the moment he opened the door and entered the lobby, Yan Ge saw him sitting on the sofa, holding a book and pretending to be speaking deeply.

The shattered rays of light from the bright crystal chandelier reflected into his light brown pupils, and the stream of light was thrilling.

The thin and beautiful lips were slightly hooked, and the book was gently closed with the slender fingertips. The deep and melodious tone was like a smooth and gorgeous music, agitating Yan Ge's eardrums.

"We can meet each other, our fate is really not shallow."

Yan Ge pretended to be ignorant and held back his smile, walked cheerfully to Bo Yan's side, raised his hand to rub his soft hair.

"My work is over. If you have nothing else to do later, why don't you give me a date?"

Bo Yan, who was rubbed to the point of blushing, was not as deep as before.His eyes fluttered slightly, revealing embarrassment, and he held Yan Ge's wrist with trembling fingers, his temperament weakened in an instant, like a bullied cat that has lost its temper.

"I told you not to touch it, itchy."

Yan Ge lightly tugged at the dumb hair that was curled up by her, and said with certainty: "The hair smells so good, the shampoo must have been washed off!"

Bo Yan: "..."

Not far away, He Miao rolled her eyes crookedly because she couldn't take it anymore, and walked towards the elevator silently, trembling.

After playing enough with the stupid hair on Bo Yan's head, Yan Ge straightened out the messed up hair.

The moment his fingertips fell, Yan Ge lightly flicked Bo Yan's ears that were already red to the point of burning.

Seeing Bo Yan sitting up straight suddenly, looking at her with a stiff look of bewilderment, Yan Ge, satisfied with the bad taste, giggled and cupped his face, and pointed at his fair forehead with a smack.

"Why are you so cute?"

The sudden warm and soft touch made Bo Yan's eyes widen in disbelief, his beautiful pupils fluctuated in shock, and his cheeks turned red rapidly visible to the naked eye.

"I...I..."

At this moment, Bo Yan didn't know what to say at all.

In other words, he has been completely stunned by the sudden intimacy, and can only feel the ecstasy brought by the surprise, and his shyness and shyness when facing his sweetheart.

Seeing Bao Yan's surprised and shy look, the smile on Yan Ge's face gradually became meaningful.

A shy little thing like a mimosa, and want to play romantic with her?
When the time comes, his face won't turn red like a tomato?
"When I first met you, you were not like this now."

His pupils flickered, and Bo Yan's exquisite eyebrows and eyes were somewhat dignified, but he recovered a little bit of the aloofness he had before.

"If there is anything about me that makes you feel uncomfortable during the relationship, you have to tell me."

Yan Ge raised his eyebrows slightly, cunning flashed in his pupils, like a wicked witch trying to seduce a simple child.

"Don't blush and be shy about our intimacy in the future, and let me touch your hair."

The long eyelashes fluttered, half covering the beautiful pupils that appeared in a panic.

The inviolable kaolin flower turned into a mimosa with curled leaves again, silently at a loss.

(End of this chapter)