The crew of “Jing Yu” held a media meeting at the Peninsula Hotel in H City that day.

Although it is a small-scale film salon in nature, due to the popularity of “Jing Yu” at that time, it was more like a grand event in the cultural circle because it came from directors, screenwriters, magazine writers, well-known film critics and even celebrities. 

Not only that, outside the Peninsula Hotel, there were a large number of fans and fan groups guarding Xia Tingwan and Xu Zhe.

Xia Tingwan never liked to participate in such media activities. He hated restraint and could not recite every answer properly. Therefore, he felt irritable every time he participated in similar activities.

That night, Xia Ting was in a state of hangover. When he arrived at the Peninsula Hotel, although he could not say he was unconscious, he was indeed a little dizzy.

Of course, such a state can never be accepted. Although he seems to go his own way and indulge in freedom, in fact, he often feels empty in his heart. 

So before Xu Zhe and his agent caught him, he slipped into the guest lounge, put his head under the tap and dashed hard, trying to wake up before the meeting began.

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He has a beautiful groove on his chin, a sharp nose, and light gray eyes.

He is kind of eye-catching. Even if he just stands quietly, it will make people feel that he is arrogant and decent.

Xia Tingwan looked into his eyes. One second he felt examined high on the ground, but the next he felt that the light gray pupils were gentle and deep.

At that time, it was the hottest time for Xia Tingwan to travel in the entertainment circle. He was surrounded by dazzling models, actors, and stars, so he didn’t think Su Yan was so handsome and threatening. 

But he always secretly thought Su Yan was cool.

“Wipe it.”

When Xia Tingwan was still at a loss, Su Yanxian took out a wine-red silk square towel from his suit chest bag and handed it over.

Xia Tingwan realized how embarrassed he was when he was wet. He was just subconsciously embarrassed to refuse. Su Yan continued, “You still smell of wine. Just washing your face, others can still know. Wipe it. It’s better.” 

Su Yan’s way of speaking was leisure, which has a magnetic force.

His voice is deep, thick but not heavy, but clear, like a bright bass in his chest. As soon as it’s played, one should be obedient.

Xia Tingwan took the square towel and covered his face. Suddenly, he smelled a light cologne scent. Only then did he understand Su Yan’s meaning.

After wiping his face, he just wanted to hand back the square towel. His hand reached half way and felt impolite, but Su Yan took it very naturally, folded it into a sharp corner, and put it back into the chest pocket of his suit. 

“Please.”

He opened the door of the lounge and made a move with his cane to let Xia Ting go first.

Xia Tingwan felt like he had been manipulated. He was about to leave, but he suddenly felt unwilling, so he stopped and asked a somewhat abrupt question: “Who are you?”

Su Yan smiled shallowly, “Your fan.” 

When he laughed, the groove in his chin became deeper.