Originally, Pan Xingwen was full of slanders towards Xia Wan, but now Xia Wan is so polite, he is a little embarrassed.

"It's all right," he said, "it was also explained by the boss."

Xia Wan smiled, said goodbye to the organizers, and then went down to the underground garage.

The driver was already waiting in the car, and when he saw his figure, he got out of the car and opened the car door for him immediately. Xia Wan sat in and stared at the way for a while before turning on the phone.

As soon as he opened Weibo, his heart jumped, because under Huo Yu's entry, there was an entry "double w" on the hot search list.

Obviously, the little reporter promised that he would not report...

Xia Wan pursed her lips, bit her head and clicked on the hot search.

Most of the relevant microblogs have a screenshot, which should be from a fan group or something. In the picture, a self-proclaimed reporter ID posted a message.

[Good news, I have already asked my younger brother the questions that everyone is more concerned about, and it has been confirmed by my younger brother. The painting in the live broadcast at that time was indeed "a unicorn without horns", ah ah ah ah, oh my god, I'm good Excited, what idol did I follow? Why is my brother so powerful? I can do my best at anything, ah ah ah ah ah ah, I have lost my cool. PS: My brother said that today is mainly for public welfare, and I don’t want to take up too much attention from the public, so this news is only for everyone in the group for the time being, and please don’t spread it out, thank you. 】

"Tsk." Xia Wan couldn't help but raised her hand and rubbed her forehead.

Little reporters are so naive.

He flipped through a few Weibo, and then opened the live broadcast software, and his live broadcast account was overrun by a large number of fan messages. There were so many messages that even the mobile phone stuck for a while when he opened it, but most of them were similar to those on Weibo.

【Ah ah ah ah, my wife is absolutely beautiful. 】

[My God, what a magical fate, the two anchors I like turned out to be the same person. 】

[Cute and talented, it's the person I love. 】

【Send you 999 roses, please accept my love. 】

【Brain mother! I can accept that too. 】

[Can you use this look for a live broadcast tonight, my brother is too greedy. 】

[+1, this is the first time I have seen my brother comb his hair up, it is so beautiful, and the contrast with the usual natural hairstyle is too great. 】

【+2】

【+10086】

【…】

Xia Wan was silent for a moment, and then switched to the painting account. Sure enough, it had also been completely captured.

He leaned back in his chair and pondered for a moment, then sent a message:

[Thank you for your praise, but it’s too late to go home today, so I shouldn’t be able to broadcast live, but I should be able to post a selfie later to make up for it. If everyone likes it, I can use this hairstyle to broadcast live again next time. 】

The information was sent out, and the figures of Huo Yu and Shen Yan also appeared in the field of vision, but the two quickly walked in different directions respectively, Huo Yu walked towards this side, and Shen Yan disappeared from the field of vision.

Xia Wan's eyes lit up, and then she pushed open the car door and jumped down.

He jumped towards Huo Yu in three or two steps, and the whole person jumped into his arms.

"What are you doing?" Huo Yu reached out and hugged him, held him in his arms, and said as he walked to the car, "Run down and let someone hug him?"

"I want the eldest young master to hold him." Xia Wan said, kissing Huo Yu on the cheek.

The warm and moist touch made Huo Yu move, then he hugged him tighter, and walked steadily to the side of the car.

And in the corner they didn't see, Pan Xingwen, who was chasing down Shen Yan, was almost petrified.

In an instant, he suddenly understood what Huo Yu's cold "fake" meant.

Immediately afterwards, he thought of the photo of Huo Yu holding someone tightly in his arms, and because of this, he had an affair with himself.

If you look closely, it is indeed a summer night.

Watching the two get into the car, Pan Xingwen even sweated on his back.

After all, Xia Wan is not only his boss...

She's still a big boss!

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Chapter 80

Xia Wan hooked the person's neck with one hand and pulled the person's tie with the other, and was directly pressed into the seat by the person.

He raised his eyes with a smile, and his fingers on the side of Huo Yu's neck irregularly went around to touch the warm and soft earlobes of others, and his tone of voice was full of provocation.

"Master," he asked, "is this also 'touching'?"

Huo Yu didn't speak, but simply pulled down the partitions of the front and rear compartments. Then, in the private space where no one could peep, he lowered his head and kissed Xia Wan's lips fiercely.

Xia Wan's humming was very light, but the hand pulling Huo Yu's tie was extremely forceful, but the force didn't last long, because after a while, the hand slipped down along the tie. .

It was not until the car drove out of the gym that Huo Yu finally let go of his lips.

He raised his head slightly and watched Xia Wan earnestly and attentively in the dimly lit carriage.

The colorful lights from outside the window came in and reflected into Huo Yu's eyes, illuminating those beautiful eyes with brilliance and brilliance, which was very deep and charming.

"Eldest young master." Xia Wan raised her head in confusion and fascination, and chased Huo Yu's lips with her lips, but Huo Yu tilted her head to avoid it.

"It's 'touching' again now?" Xia Wan couldn't help laughing, raised his hand and touched Huo Yu's lips.

Huo Yu's lips were wet, hot and soft, and he bit Xia Wan's fingertips as soon as he opened it.

Xia Wan pursed her lips and retracted her hand, smiled and buried her face in Huo Yu's neck.

"Xia Wan." Huo Yu called him.

"Huh?" Xia Wan stopped and looked at Huo Yu with bright eyes, her eyelashes stained with dampness.

Huo Yu looked down at him, and lightly touched the corner of his lips with his fingertips. His eyes were dark, and his voice was deep: "What else do you have that I don't know?"