Wild Games: The Devil Let My Mommy Go

Now that I am standing next to him, I wonder if it is just a stage set in the eyes of others?

Become a green leaf to accompany him?

This thought came to Yin Yanyan's mind. [Source of this book www.

Ye Yanmo sensed her hesitation and immediately stopped, leaning forward and approaching her: "What's wrong? Are you tired?" His tone was very light, as intoxicating as the spring breeze.

"No." Yin Yanyan shook her head and swallowed the words "I don't want to be your green leaf" that she almost blurted out.[

His big eyes glanced around: "Why don't you see that genius Meng Shisan?"

Ye Yanmo's eyes narrowed slightly, and he knew that his little wife was thinking about that person!

The arm around her waist tightened, and he said with a half-smile: "Yin Yanyan, isn't it good to guard your husband and worry about other men?"

His voice was very low, only Yin Yanyan could hear it. In the eyes of others, he was having an intimate conversation with his little wife, rubbing their ears together.

Yin Yanyan's heart skipped a beat, she came here just for this ghost, okay?!

Of course, she couldn't say this directly, lest he would become jealous.

He also smiled lowly and said, "I just want to get his autograph and give it to Sister Tang. Sister Tang is his ardent fan."

Is this really the case? Ye Yanmo asked with eyes.

That's it! Yin Yanyan responded to him with her eyes, confidently.

Ye Yanmo smiled slightly, and the discomfort in his heart finally faded away: "He hasn't come yet. This person always likes to be late to show his importance."

He raised his wrist and looked at his watch: "It should be about half an hour later."

I see!

Yin Yanyan finally withdrew her eyes from the crowd of guests. Fortunately, there was no idol among them...

After chatting with him for a while, Yin Yanyan realized how noble Ye Yanmo's status was now.

Those so-called gold medal screenwriters and gold medal directors are usually awesome and arrogant, but when they saw Ye Yanmo, they all bowed their heads and spoke with such compliments that their mouths went dry.

Ye Yanmo, however, always smiled lightly, neither nodding nor shaking his head. The corners of his eyes and brows were light and airy. In the various greetings, he showed a unique, noble and calm demeanor and charm.

He had a faint smile on his face, but there was an innate domineering and calmness about him that belonged to a king, making everyone feel oppressive and making people dare not look down upon him.

After chatting for a while, Yin Yanyan pulled him to stop at a bar. This was a place where drinks were kept. There were not too many people and it wasn't too noisy. It was just the right place to have a good conversation.

"How does Meng Shisan look like?" Yin Yanyan suddenly became curious.[

"Uh-" Ye Yanmo said calmly: "Human-like."

Yin Yanyan: "..." Oh no, if you say it, you haven't said it yet! People naturally grow like humans, how can they also grow like pigs?

"How does it compare to you?" Yin Yanyan asked from a different angle.

"There is no comparison." Ye Yanmo answered every question. But any answer equaled no answer, and his Tai Chi performance was very slippery.

Yin Yanyan clenched her fists and turned her head angrily. Forget it, don't ask him anymore, you will see that person in a while.

At most - she would just be disillusioned again.

Ye Yanmo smiled and held her waist. Just as he was about to tease her a few more words, Yin Yanyan in his arms suddenly stiffened and his eyes suddenly looked towards the door.

Ye Yanmo's heart moved, and when she looked towards the entrance of the hall, her eyes narrowed slightly!

Unexpectedly - he is here too!