Standing up lazily, Cui Linyuan gently put his arm around Li Yuan's shoulders, lowering his eyes to look at the light pink smudge on his milky white cheeks.
Slightly bend the corners of your mouth.
Tsk! You're already getting red in the face after drinking just this little.
This kid really can't drink much!
"If you can't finish it, just throw it to me?" The man twisted the wine glass lightly with his cold white fingertips and shook his head. "I really can't do anything about you."
Then, he drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.
Holding Li Yuan with his slender hands, Cui Linyuan's cold eyes wandered over the faces of several people at the table.
"Everyone, let's stop here for today." The man raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled.
“Thank you, Mr. Shen, for the seafood dinner. We still have to shoot tomorrow, so we’ll leave first.”
Li Yuan's face was pink, with a slight curve at the corner of her mouth, and she waved her hand like a lucky cat: "Goodbye, Mr. Shen, and bye everyone!"
The two of them held hands and walked out calmly and naturally.
The four people in the box had different and interesting expressions on their faces.
After a while.
Xu Qinglan returned to his seat like a wandering soul, holding the empty wine glass and slamming it heavily on the table.
A gloomy look flashed in his eyes.
"Did I have a dream?" Xiao Chengyu paused for a few seconds and pinched his thigh hard. "Did Mr. Cui confirm that he was here just now? And, and with a boy..."
Zhou Yang's face was full of excitement. He took out his phone and opened the Weibo super topic.
Hehe! This is my first time shipping a couple, and I got the real one. I’m so damn lucky!
Ahhh, I want to post, post, post...
Chen Ming was also fiddling with his phone. Just now, when Actor Cui took Li Yuan out the door, he quickly took a photo of the two holding hands from behind.
Chen Ming: [Photo.JPG]
Chen Ming: [Little Leo, my dear grandson, hahahahaha, here comes the evidence you requested, hurry up and call me uncle and let me hear it!]
Mr. Li on the other end immediately replied: [Ah, bah! It's just a blurry photo of two people holding hands. You can't even see their heads or bodies. Do you think I'm stupid?]
Shen Ming took a look and found it was true.
He took the photo in a hurry just now, so it was blurry. All he could see clearly was a large, cold, white hand with bulging veins, tightly holding a slender, soft, white little hand.
The two hands were intertwined, forming a lingering shadow under the bright light of the restaurant.
So intimate, so tender.
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