Chapter 165: Si Tian is 22 years old: The Terrible Storm 9
Dong Chaoyan was upset and slammed the table, "That's enough, get out of here and see you again when I have time!"
The two friends looked at each other and couldn't help but smile strangely.
"Yes, since Sitian gets married, you don't have to take care of her anymore. But... the little princess you have taken care of for more than ten years is about to become someone else's woman!"
Yun Mofeng said with a smile, playing with his mobile phone boredly.
"That's true, even though Si Tian is now fatter and not as beautiful as before... Tsk, tsk, do you think that if Zhou Wenzhuo lets her lose weight, she will definitely be a stunning beauty?"
Qi Cangnan smiled and patted Yun Mofeng on the shoulder, "Let's go, don't disturb him."
Yun Mofeng curled his lips, "A coward who dares not admit that he likes others."
"Yes, the strongest coward of this century!"
Qi Cangnan agreed with Yun Mofeng, and the two of them walked out of Dong Chaoyan's office.
Dongchao Yan was so angry that he was half dead, and his whole body froze.
They came up just to say these words?
Damn it, what kind of confidants are there, don’t they make enough money for him?
It’s true! Dong Chaoyan’s breathing was a little short and his chest felt tighter.
I didn't sleep well last night, and I had some "sequelae" this morning. Now that they said that, I felt even more confused, so I made mistakes in doing things all day long.
Deng Xiaojie didn't hook up with Dong Chaoyan at her employer's house last night, but she was busy practicing today. Deng Xiaojie is quite a shrewd female artist, at least she won't stick around to the end.
what to do?
Si Tian is getting married?
Why is his heart so uncomfortable?
Dong Chaoyan was sitting there, but suddenly he couldn't sit still anymore. He stood up and kept walking back and forth. Finally, he finally knocked on Sitian's door.
Sitian was discussing the new song with the composer and lyricist. As soon as Dong Chaoyan came in, the three of them stood up.
"President."
"Well, you guys go out for a while."
Liu Xiao and Bai Yu nodded, glanced at Sitian silently, and retreated.
Sitian stood there and found that Dong Chaoyan's expression was quite strange. He was not smiling, but more stiff than crying.
It seemed natural for him to put his hands in his pockets, but in Sitian's eyes, he was the most unnatural one.
"What's the matter, Homura?"
Sitian put down the printed score in her hand, picked up the tea cup and took a sip. The tea moistened Sitian's red lips, which suddenly became smoother. The curve of her lips made Dong Chaoyan's heart beat.
Dong Chaoyan swallowed his saliva and turned his face away.