The school grass is the teacher: Teacher Gao Leng, please ask questions

Chapter 644 What Qiong Yao play with me (2)

"Aren't I sincere?" Xingyang turned to face him with displeasure on his face, "I took such a risk to make such a decision about the concert, but you messed it up .Later, I was scolded by the company for being too cowardly, and I had to use the public relations department to give me public relations. If the public relations were not successful, I might have been hidden on the spot."

"If you and I had switched identities at that time, and I was playing the guitar on the stage, and you were sitting next to Cong Cong, you would have reacted the same way." Han Yan'an took the Shan Hai Jing and leaned on the bedside, flipping a page at random and saying .

Xingyang frowned and thought about it, and found that what this guy said seemed quite reasonable.

Accidentally, I fell into his way.

This is the method of my own brother.

He pursed his lips, lying flat and looking at the ceiling: "Anyway, I'm just not reconciled. I heard Brother Xu Fei say that I wasn't so worried when I was taken away by you to attend the seminar. At that time, I was still thinking, I will definitely not like you, a cold, emotionless old man who likes to bully others, maybe I have an advantage."

The old man——Han Yan'an's mouth twitched, he resisted the urge to hit someone, turned a page, and didn't speak.

However, Xingyang didn't realize that the old man beside him had ignited his prehistoric power. He yawned and continued: "But it turns out that Congzong's vision is indeed not good. You said that apart from studying well and growing up well Besides, what are the other advantages? If I continue to go to school, I might study better than you."

Han Yan'an turned the page again, but still didn't speak.

"Hey brother, do you think we are acting in Qiong Yao's drama? The two brothers have a crush on the same girl? But it's a pity that we didn't turn against each other, and we didn't fight to the death. Otherwise, it would be the eight o'clock file with the highest ratings. Tsk tsk , It's a pity that such a good TV series may have a hundred and eighty episodes." Xing Yang smacked his lips and shook his head with a regretful look.

In this regard, he is very similar to Luo Congcong, who likes to arrange life into novels and TV dramas.

Han Yan'an scratched his hair and found that it was almost done.He closed the book and put it aside, slipped into the bed: "Go to sleep, I have to send my son to class tomorrow."

Xingyang turned sideways and stroked his hair: "Your hair is not dry yet, go to sleep later, or you will catch a cold, why don't you blow it with a hair dryer."

"The hair dryer is in my room. It's okay, I'm not that weak."

"Then wait another 5 minutes and get up quickly." Xingyang forcibly pulled him up and let him lean against the bed, got out of the bed and took a towel to wipe him, and continued to mutter, "Brother, you said that if we really In the eight o'clock play, Congcong is the heroine, so who is the hero between us?"

Han Yan'an was a little sleepy, he lowered his head slightly, closed his eyes, and replied in a low voice, "Win that one at the end."

"Then who will win?"

"I."

Xingyang pursed his mouth and threw the towel aside: "You are too immodest, who said you will definitely win? I might counterattack, and then don't ask me for a salary, I won't give it."

Han Yan'an got into bed again, and muttered one last sentence in a daze: "It must be me... Go to sleep, I have to get up early tomorrow..."

Xingyang looked helplessly at his elder brother who was about to fall asleep, so he shrugged his shoulders to turn off the light: "I don't know what happened to you... I'm obviously better... What kind of eyes are these..."

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(End of this chapter)