Chapter 1544: Forgive me for letting loose and loving boy4 for the rest of my life.
now that heâs caught up in the GAY scandal, and the Internet has been hyping you up as a couple, shouldnât you be avoiding suspicion? "
Long Yan shook his head. Why didnât he try to avoid arousing suspicion?
In the past, he could go and look for Yan Qing whenever he wanted, but now he had to take it into consideration before. He had restrained himself from leaving the Yan family for the past week. The last time he met brother Yan was on the night of hot pot. Because of the kiss on his fingertips, his fever had not subsided for the whole week. Today, he finally took the opportunity to visit him at the New Yearâs party, but he had to be reminded by someone just to see him.
Canât you let me live like this?
Long Yanâs heart ached, but his face remained calm."What do I have to hide? Itâs as if weâre a pair, and weâre guilty of something!"
"Itâs best if youâre not." "I donât want to see a brother turn into a cousin-in-law," Yan Shuo said, heaving a sigh of relief.
"Youâre crazy!" The Dragon Flame curse shouted. Youâre the cousin-in-law, your whole family has cousin-in-law!"
Yan Shuo laughed and wrapped his arms around his neck. "Why are you angry? I was just joking."
Long Yan snorted and finished the food on his plate. After filling his stomach, he took a glass of wine and went to socialize. When women took the initiative to approach him, he would invite them to dance like a gentleman. After a while, Yan Qing also held another womanâs hand and slid into the dance floor.
They each danced on their own, occasionally looking at each other. Long Yan secretly glanced at Yan Qing, his body and mind feeling a little strange. He suddenly felt that the dance floor under the crystal chandelier was a little hot. He felt that Yan Qing was also looking at him, and even felt that Yan Qing liked him.
That kind of feeling, he didnât know if it was wishful thinking or if their hearts were connected?
Anyway, it felt good.
In an instant, he wished he could change the female companion in his arms to Yan Qing. However, he couldnât bear the thought of two men dancing together. He was not interested. He would rather do sports with Yan Qing, such as fencing, as a physical fight was more attractive.
If they were to dance together, he would look like a sissy. He was a man who hated sissies!
As soon as the dance ended, he bade farewell to his dance partner. Yan Qing did the same. As they stepped forward, the two looked at each other and smiled.
That feeling was like secretly dating.
Although no one said it out loud, there was a feeling that she was close yet at the same time far away, which was very attractive.
"Young master long, President Yan, letâs take a photo together."
Paparazzi!
The banquet had never allowed reporters to enter, so how could there be a reporter so abrupt tonight?
Long Yan frowned and Yan Qingâs expression turned cold.
However, as a paparazzi, he was used to reading peopleâs expressions. He still raised his camera enthusiastically and did not forget to say, " President Yan, will your marriage with Ms. Bai LAN continue, or will you choose to divorce her? "
Yan Qing squinted his eyes dangerously, not knowing how the reporter had managed to sneak in. He gave a look to the security guards not far away, indicating that they should deal with the reporter without disturbing the guests.
The reporter knew that his time was limited, so he ignored the unhappiness in Yan Qingâs eyes and asked again,"Young master long, do you mind President Yanâs current marriage?â
f * ck! Long Yan almost wanted to curse at the reporterâs question.
What if he said he minded? wasnât he clearly hinting that he was GAY and that he was Yan Qingâs boyfriend?
Long Yan suppressed his anger and faced the reporters âcameras. He said calmly, " "Brother, are you a fujoshi? As the saying goes, once you enter the rotten door, your conscience will be a passer-by. Hmm, itâs better to turn back. I donât think I have a right to mind brother Yanâs marriage. Thereâs really no need, donât you think?"