Zhang Yiman is not as nervous as Han Jue attends the party for the first time. She has attended the New Year's Eve party with both hands.

In the past, she would always sit in the guest seat behind her, and her father was next to her, so the camera would not take them in. They attended the party just to enjoy the performance.

Later, Zhang Yiman grew up a little, and the one who accompanied Zhang Yiman to watch the performance was her good friends or good sisters in the company.

I haven't wanted to see a performance for several years, so I simply stopped participating.

Very casual, no burden.

However, this time it was very different.

This time, Zhang Yiman not only wants to attend the party as an artist, sit in the front row and face the camera to let millions of viewers see her, and this time, the one who sat beside her to accompany her to celebrate the New Year was Han Jue, the opposite sex other than her father!

When Zhang Yiman was still young, he had been to the scene where the scene was even bigger than the New Year's Eve party of the TV station. I don't know how many times he went to. Now, a local TV station's party is worth a small scene.

However, as time passed, sitting in the car heading to the party, Zhang Yiman was stunned and always thought of the host calling [May 4321] when the New Year's Eve countdown, the person who followed her was Han Jue, and Zhang Yiman couldn't help feeling a little nervous.

[Oh, when the fireworks are set off, do you want to hug me?]

[What if the uncle takes the initiative to hug me?]

【Oh my God, will you be misunderstood when you are seen?】

【But we are filming the show, it shouldn’t matter, right?

Especially distressed.

Zhang Yiman rolled his fingers with a strand of hair, muttering, sometimes frowning, sometimes wondering what else he thought of, and suddenly laughed out loud.

In the quiet car, this laughter will shock Han Jue, who presets various situations in his heart.

I don’t know if this section will be released after being recorded by the fixed camera in the car in front.

After being scared for the third time, Han Jue finally couldn't help it and asked:

"What are you laughing at?"

"Ah!" Zhang Yiman was shocked, blinked his eyes quickly, and said in a concealment, "It's nothing, I'm not laughing at anything."

Han Jue had no expression on his face and looked contemptuous, expressing the meaning of [not believing] very clearly, and then turned to look out the window.

"I'm thinking about how we won the award." Zhang Yiman said stubbornly, tugging Han Jue's arm with his body sideways, making him have to look over and listen to her explanation.

Han Jue just didn't turn around or just didn't look.

Zhang Yiman is actually not lying, but the matter of thinking about it several times and laughing at it was something I was thinking about in my mind last night, not just now.

However, since I accidentally mentioned this, Zhang Yiman's mind was occupied by this award. Just like when I was sleeping last night, I became worried about gains and losses:

"Uncle, what if we didn't get that award."

"What award? Have you ever had any works to run for the election?" Han Jue turned his head and asked in surprise, not understanding which award Zhang Yiman was talking about.

"The Best Couple Award." Zhang Yiman angrily said, patted Han Jue, and said the word "Couple" was a little shy.

Then he looked very worried, and he looked like he really wanted to win this award.

"If you haven't got it, you won't get it. The most stupid thing about awards is." Han Jue didn't care.

"Why? How is it stupid?" Zhang Yiman, who had been ruthless in winning the prize since childhood, asked angrily.

"Because I can't stand others evaluating me. If they say you deserve this award and you accept it, then the next time they say you are not worthy, you have to accept it."

Zhang Yiman, who has never been said to be [unworthy], is the first time he has seen Han Jue like this who doesn’t want to win awards and has a set of styles in his mouth.

Originally, Zhang Yiman wanted to tell Han Jue righteously, how could he not want to win an award when he is an artist?

But she was still rational and thought that she would definitely not be able to say anything about Han Jue, and she would eventually be convinced by Han Jue's words, so it would be better not to humiliate herself.

Finally, she thought: Since she will definitely be convinced in the end, it would be better for her to persuade herself on her own initiative.

"Oh! I understand!"

After Zhang Yiman thought for a while, he suddenly clapped his hands.

"Do you understand?" Han Jue asked.

"I understand!" Zhang Yiman looked proud, his face raised, and there were two beautiful curves on the corner of his mouth. "Uncle, what you mean is that no matter whether you win the award or not, in your heart, we are all the best couples, right?"

Han Jue opened his mouth and was silent for a while.

He wanted to say that this was not the case, but with Zhang Yiman's expression on his face, he hesitated:

"That's right..."

"Hmph, we are the best couple!" Zhang Yiman clenched his fists and was aggressive. He stared at the fixed camera lens, as if he was forcing the audience to agree with her. If he didn't agree, he would hit them.

Han Jue asked: "Are you happy?"

"Happy!" Zhang Yiman replied firmly.

"Just be happy." Han Jue looked out the window in a bleak manner.

Ten seconds later.

"But I still want to win the prize~" Zhang Yiman said pitifully again, closing his eyes and leaning back, twisting his shoulders, and thumping the back of the chair.

Zhang Yiman, who did not hide his desire to win a prize in front of the camera, is extremely cute just like a child who can't hide his desire to eat candy.

Han Jue, who looked at the view outside the window, couldn't help but laugh and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The car turned a big turn at this time.

Han Jue can still keep his body as motionless as a mountain through the strength of his waist and abdomen.

Zhang Yiman, who had her eyes closed and her neck tilted, was not so powerful. Unprepared, she was accidentally thrown by a car that turned a big corner.

The direction I threw over was Han Jue's side.

Zhang Yiman didn't know whether she smelled Han Jue's body first or her body stuck to Han Jue's arm first. In short, her brain could no longer handle anything when the eyes opened.

It seemed that there was only a [buzz] in my head, and I couldn't hear any other sounds at once. My eyes seemed to be frozen and I couldn't turn anymore. Looking at the carpet, I felt that the patterns on the carpet made her dizzy.

Yuan himself could still instinctively fight against him, but once he touched Han Jue, he had no strength.

In terms of computers, it crashed.

Han Jue was not feeling well either.

His body suddenly froze, his lazy eyes opened, although his mouth was opened, he held his breath, and his body was barely facing the force exerted by Zhang Yiman as the car rotated. The wood was motionless.

These three seconds are like three hours.

【Ho~】

【Suck ~】

I don’t know whose breathing sounded in the carriage, it was so loud.

The car had already turned around, and Han Jue relaxed the force on his waist and abdomen.

However, Zhang Yiman has not yet gotten up.

Zhang Yiman's arm was pressed against Han Jue's arm, and her face leaned against Han Jue's shoulder. In the warm air-conditioned car, she only felt that she was pressed against a stove, hot, hot. Otherwise, why would her face get hot?

Han Jue's breath was not exhaled, and fine sweat oozed out of his forehead. He wanted to tighten his muscles hard and shake Zhang Yiman away like using internal force. However, he felt that the arm was like a nerve cut off, and that arm was not his.

The air in the car suddenly became quiet.

No sound.

The car sent by the TV station to pick it up is a high-end car, and you can't even hear the sound of the engine when you sit in the car. There is no voice outside the car due to environmental reasons.

But there was something else in the air that filled the entire rear compartment.

Floating around them, floating.

Three minutes are like one second.

Before they could come back to their senses from their chaotic thoughts and react, they heard the voice of the driver in front:

"arrive."

The voice is plain, but it is like a bell.

Han Jue and Zhang Yiman were like early love students caught by the teacher, and they suddenly opened up.

Han Jue twisted his neck and did stretching exercises.

Zhang Yiman took care of his hair, slapped his hot and red cheeks with his little hands, calming his breathing.

Fortunately, the driver in front of him didn't turn around and joked about them.

Han Jue looked out and saw that the brightness outside the car was illuminated by the lights.

They had arrived at the underground parking lot at the party site.

There are many cars and many people.

Outside the car, there were groups of people walking, some were starry and moon-like, some were a group of handsome men or beautiful women, laughing and joking.

Sister Qin walked outside the car door and opened the car door on Zhang Yimana's side.

The noise outside the car suddenly surged in, bringing them back to the real world.
To be continued...