Chapter 152： (2/2)

Xie Yan asked: "Do you think I look good?"

He An nodded: "It looks good."

Omega can be a star, the face value will never be worse.

"Then put the two of us together, do you like more of you or more of me?" Xie Yan continued to ask.

"you."

Xie Yan sneered.

He is also a great character. He can collect Zheng Feiyu in such a convincing manner. It turned out to be just a mud bun. He couldn't even ridicule himself.

Since being thrown cold by Zheng Feiyu a few days ago, Xie Yi has been restless, for fear that Zheng Feiyu ’s new love is from a famous family in Yuanjiang. Omega, their mixed entertainment circle, is even more well-known, and it is still an indecent act in the eyes of old school giants. How can it be compared with the children of the family?

If Zheng Feizhen really fell in love with a door-to-door right, Xie Yan would have no way to go.

But now, what else is there to worry about? The fight with him is not a tiger and a wolf at all, but a tame and weak lamb.

What are he wearing?

Vulgar linen half-sleeved shirt, round neck, rough edges, a cuff of rustic blue printed cloth, and a flower embroidered on the hem. Canvas shoes are the old style of how many years ago, the color is almost faded after washing. The hair was curly and puffy, the breeze swayed lazily as soon as the breeze blew, and even the face, which was so beautiful, was ruined by bad clothes.

He An was still carrying an old environmentally friendly cloth bag. Xie Yan looked intently. Inside it were detergents, plastic wrap, toothbrushes, toothpaste, plastic clothespins, sticky hair tubes ... all of them are cheap living things.

Hopeless.

Temperament of the market from the inside out.

What's even more ridiculous is that the professional detective he hired told him last night: This Omega named He An had had children.

Xie Xuan couldn't even smile at the waist.

He finally understood that what he was afraid of his predecessor disturbing his incumbent, and "don't want to put him in the way" was really true, in fact, it was nothing more than Zheng Feiyu tired of Yuanjiang's orthodox beauties, taking advantage of boring vacations and sneaking a few The porridge and congee in remote towns also chose a tow oil bottle.