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Han Yi even joked that he was a beauty, but he was not effeminate. He looked at her with a cold look.

Such a person is not the male lead. In this silly and sweet script, he is a passionate male supporting role. Only the female lead can make him fall in love with such a cold-blooded and emotionless person.

He is the male supporting role who watched the male and female lead break up and get back together, and you hurt me and I forgive you. In times of crisis, the female lead likes to call him. The male lead will not come, but he can always rush to the female lead unconditionally.

But he is also a tragic male supporting role.

When the female lead fell and almost had a miscarriage, she couldn't get through to the male lead, so someone called him. Without saying a word, he left the major shareholder and rushed over to send the person to the hospital in a hurry. The child was saved.

However, his mobile phone fell in the car, and his wife also fell. She called him but didn't hear it. When she found him, she was gone in the hospital, leaving him with a son.

Now it's good, my wife is gone and I found myself in love with her.

Okay.

Treat my son well, give all my love to him, and look at the little guy and think of loving his wife.

Later, when my son went to kindergarten, I promised to accompany him on his birthday. The heroine's daughter was sick and had a fever. She was so scared alone, and she was arguing with the hero, and another phone call was made to him.

The fever was 40 degrees, of course I had to go.

I had to help.

This time, the nanny went to pick up the son, and was hit and killed by a drunk driving gangster when crossing the road.

The heroine saw that it was too pitiful, and cried and said sorry to him, and wanted her daughter to recognize him as a godfather and treat him as her biological father.

The male supporting role should love the heroine deeply. What is the cost of his wife and son? Even if he sacrifices his life, he is willing to do it. If he can't marry the heroine in this life, there is no hope, and all women are not in his eyes.

But the original owner's wish after his death was to treat his wife well and protect his children.

People always think about what they can't get, but ignore what is within their reach.

Evening.

In front of a villa in the northern suburbs, a flashy red sports car stopped in front of the gate and honked hard.

After a while, the door opened.

The person who came out was wearing a long brown windbreaker, his hands casually in his pockets, a gray sweater inside, a white shirt inside the sweater, a slender figure, and a slow pace.

Han Yi hurriedly got out of the car to open the door for him. Every time he saw his face, he would sigh in his heart that this man was really more beautiful than a girl.

The contours were three-dimensional, the eyes were deep and clear, and the eyebrows were very slender.

If it weren't for this identity, I don't know what cruel things those young men in the upper class would do to this guy, and those who had ideas didn't dare to show them.

Doesn't that mean you want to die?

"It's a bit cold tonight, you really have to wear more." Han Yi talked to him with a smile, closed the door when Ji Yang got in, and then walked around to the driver's seat.

When he got up, the young master in the back seat had already squinted his eyes. Just when he was stunned, he opened his thin lips and said, "Next time, don't drive this car."

"Why? I just got a new one, it's so exciting to drive." Han Yi said as he turned on the engine, ready to show him a show.

"Too sissy." Ji Yang still didn't open his eyes, and threw two words lazily.

Han Yi was petrified.

Sissy?

"I'm a real man, I just got off a woman's bed." Han Yi drove forward, still indignant when he said it.

Speaking of women, Ji Yang is the one who doesn't like women in the circle. Everyone says he is a bottom. If he is thrown on the bed like this, it will definitely be more exciting than driving a top sports car.

They can only fantasize about it in their hearts. The last person who said this is already half dead.

"No wonder."

"Hmm?" Han Yi looked through the rearview mirror and saw that the young master had opened his eyelids. There was no emotion in his eyes. He glanced at him and said lightly, "Open the window. The smell is strong."

Han Yi lowered his head and sniffed, "Is it really smelly?"

"Smelly."

"..."

When they arrived at the bar parking lot, Ji Yang opened the door and got out of the car as soon as he parked the car. Han Yi could still see the naked disgust on his face.

The nobleman walked towards the elevator leisurely with his long legs.

Just after opening the window to let in some wind, he coughed several times again, his Adam's apple moved up and down, and the sickly breath on his body became stronger. Han Yi couldn't help but pity him and was ready to reach out to help him breathe.

Unfortunately, before he could reach out, he was swept by a sharp look and his hand froze in mid-air.

"Take care of yourself and drink more hot water." He looked embarrassed and a little bit mean.

"Go back and take a few more showers." Ji Yang glanced at him with his eyelids pulled, and walked out.

The private room has been booked.

There are many rich young men invited, and there are many young ladies. The figures on the dance floor are constantly shaking.

Han Yi pushed the door and shouted, "Turn down the music for me, don't smoke, do you hear me?"

Hearing this, everyone felt bored. When Ji Yang's figure appeared in front of them, everyone dared not speak, and could only agree. Those who were ready to smoke quickly hid their cigarettes.

Ji Yang's guy is very delicate.

He is very allergic to everything, even to women, and I don't know if he is allergic to men.

Look at the handsome face, the thin figure, the fair skin, and the gentle and slow movements, even men will be fascinated.

The rich young men in the circle also like this, but when Ji Yang's eyes glanced over, they hid faster than each other.

Such thoughts cannot be had.

Although this "beautiful woman" seems harmless, in fact, her methods are cold and cold. You can't even tell when she loses her temper, and you don't even know how she died.

Han Yi called the waiter and ordered, "Go and squeeze a glass of fresh juice. Pure natural juice! No ice at all."

"yes."