"It's true." Huo Yu was silent for a moment, then said, "It's all over."

The reporters were quiet for a moment, and they didn't quite understand what this sentence meant, so more questions came out.

Huo Yu is the focus of recent problems, and more and more people are around him.

There are only three or two shrimps left by Xia Wan, and he is about to quietly return to his seat, not wanting to be stopped by a very young reporter.

"Forgive me." Xia Wan smiled, "I really don't have that kind of relationship with Shen Shao, just ordinary friends."

"It's not that," the reporter was a little jerky: "I'm... I'm your fan."

"Ah?" Xia Wan was stunned for a while, feeling a little nervous. It was a bit unexpected for him to communicate face-to-face with fans in this way.

"Can I ask you a few questions?" the reporter asked, obviously a little nervous.

"Of course." Xia Wan stopped and looked at each other with a smile.

The young lady was a little shy when he looked at him, and she asked with a little dodging eyes: "I want to know if the recently popular painter 'Xiao W' is you? Because we all watched the live broadcast where you admitted your relationship before. To the corner of the easel that is in the mirror, it almost overlaps with the lower left corner of the 'unicorn without horns' sold by the covered bridge later, so we are all guessing that when you were broadcasting live, there was a unicorn behind you. Is that the painting, and you all have a 'w' in your name."

"Actually, have you confirmed it in private?" Xia Wan smiled, "It was indeed the painting behind me at that time."

"Oh my God?" The little reporter was so excited that he couldn't help shouting: "It's really you? But, how did you do the live broadcast?"

"Don't ask why," Xia Wan laughed, "Actually, I didn't plan to hide this from anyone, I just didn't think it was necessary to say it on purpose. Since everyone has seen it, I'll respond, as for why the live broadcast is made. It is indeed a long story, and I will talk about it later when I have a chance.”

After he finished speaking, he said in a negotiated tone: "Can you not report this today?"

"Why?" The little reporter's eyes widened.

"Today's theme is charity," he laughed. "Other topics can be put aside first."

"Oh, I see," said the little reporter, and then swore, "I'll be obedient."

Xia Wan smiled and raised his eyes, seeing that Huo Yu was still surrounded by people, he waved with the little reporter and prepared to leave.

Just as soon as he lifted his foot, Huo Yu also politely apologized to the people around him and ended the interview.

Huo Yu had long legs, so he caught up with Xia Wan in three or two steps and walked side by side with him.

He didn't speak, his expression was slightly serious, and the corners of his lips pursed into a straight line.

"Eldest young master," Xia Wan felt amused, and quickly hooked Huo Yu's tail finger when no one was paying attention, and released his voice in a very low voice, "Don't be unhappy, who am I really, who am I? Don't you know the most about the scandal?"

"Touch it randomly." Huo Yu reprimanded lightly.

"Touching your fingers is called random touch?" Xia Wan pursed her lips and smiled, "I won't dare to touch Mr. Huo anywhere else from now on."

Huo Yu pursed his lips, but in the end he couldn't hold back the corners of his mouth.

When Xia Wan saw him smiling, she couldn't help but lower her head and laugh.

Their interaction was quick and short, and others might not notice those small movements, but Sun Baijiang did.

I don't know how many years, he has not seen Huo Yu's smile.

In fact, Huo Yu had very few smiles when he was a child. Even if he smiled occasionally, the smile was always shallow and disappeared before it reached his eyes, like a flash in the pan.

Sometimes in retrospect, he always wondered if he was wrong.

And like at this moment, with a temperature and sweet smile, he has never seen it.

This is what he thinks Huo Yu will never have.

But Xiawan let him have it.

Sun Baijiang lowered his eyes unconsciously, and the string that had been stretched out in the bottom of his heart, somehow suddenly relaxed.

He never woke up so much, he knew he should let go.

即便这个念头甫一进入脑海，就将他的整颗心抽空，即便一想到以后漫长的岁月里陪在霍昱身边的人不会是自己，就无比痛苦，可他还是清醒地意识到，自己It's time to exit.

Because he knew it, he couldn't bring a smile to Huo Yu like Xia Wan.

The NF ceremony has reached the final stage, and some people have begun to leave the field one after another, but the first table and the second table are still sitting.

As soon as Huo Yu came over, everyone came over to say hello, set relationships, alcohol -oriented bureau, Xiawan sat in the seat but just a short time, Huo Yu had poured several times in a row.

After everyone was embarrassed, Sun Baijiang fell a glass of wine.

As soon as he came over, the scene was quiet at the scene, and everyone had gossip, especially now that almost everyone knew the entanglement between them.

Huo Yu sat without moving, only looking up at Sun Baijiang slightly.

After a moment of silence, Sun Baijiang raised the glass in his hand as determined.

"Xiaoyu," he said, "Bless you."

Huo Yu's gaze condensed on the wine glass. After a while, he raised his hand and touched the glass in his hand.

"Thank you." Huo Yu said, as polite and polite as any other person present, but kept a proper distance.

Sun Baijiang laughed and raised his head to dry the drink in the cup.

The spicy wine entered his throat, he frowned, and then loosened after a while, and then waved to Huo Yu and turned away.

Xiaowe's table has also gone, but Pan Xingwen has not left yet.

Although his attitude towards Xia Wan was not as careful as before, he still kept in mind the task that Shen Yan handed over to himself, and he blocked when he saw the wine.

Finally, Xia Wan tilted his head to him: "I should go back."

He smiled again and said, "I have worked hard today, thank you."