The president of the rebirth of the movie queen lives next door

Chapter 652 Take You Home
As soon as this sentence came out, Director Yu felt guilty for some reason, and just wondering, the boy responded politely with a light smile, with an apologetic tone,

"I know the director, and I will try my best to adjust myself."

After a pause, the boy said again,

"At first, I thought that there would probably be no more beautiful and outstanding actresses in the world who could distract me than Senior Sister Shen."

The boy's tone was flat, as if he was stating a fact in charge.

After finishing speaking, he turned around and left, continuing to prepare to reshoot the last scene that was NGed.

A shocked Director Yu was left behind, watching the young man's tall and straight back gradually disappear with a blank expression.

Then he finally understood where his guilt came from.

Because after the young man said this, he actually felt that there was no sense of disobedience. Although it sounds a bit exaggerated, in fact, in his many years as a director, he has not come into contact with too many actors, and these people Among the actresses among them, those who have better acting skills than Shen Pianliu must be much older than her, and certainly not as beautiful as her, but those who are more beautiful than Shen Pianliu...

After thinking hard for a long time, Director Yu realized that he really couldn't find such a person.

In the end, the slightly fat man sighed slightly, a little excited and a little emotional.

"The future is boundless. I don't know if this cooperation is your luck or my luck."

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【Deep Sea Radio】

It was the seventh time I saw the girl with moles of tears under her eyes.

Wen Lueyan was basically used to it.

Occasionally, he would feel uncomfortable if he didn't see her on the way home from school one day.

Pushing the bicycle, the boy sighed slightly, but his heart was soft without knowing it.

Such a week of chance encounters, they hid from the rain in the telephone booth together, drank milk tea together and silently watched the passers-by, or just walked the same road together silently.

Even a cat should have some feelings.

But the girl has not told him her name.

Wen Lueyan can't force it, and once thought about teasing her while drinking milk tea,
"You drank so many cups of milk tea without telling me your name?"

But recalling the girl's taciturn and slightly cowardly temperament, Wen Lueyan stopped again.

If he really said that, the girl might never drink milk tea again.

She obviously likes it.

When Wen Lueyan thought this way, the corners of his mouth subconsciously curled up in enjoyment.

He greeted the girl lightly,

"Today I rode my bike home."

When the girl saw him just now, she showed a smiling face as usual, with a pair of beautifully outlined black eyes, but this little joy slowly faded after hearing his words.

She stretched out her voice in a daze, and let out an oh.

Wen Lueyan tightened the line of his lips to prevent himself from laughing, and said calmly,
"You won't be with me today? We'll leave after crossing the intersection."

The girl lowered her head and muttered something in a low voice, Wen Lueyan didn't hear clearly and asked again.

The girl looked up at him and raised her voice a little, but her mood was still low.
"I said I couldn't run on a bicycle."

Wen Lueyan finally burst out laughing. When the young man laughed, thousands of trees bloomed. He looked very beautiful in the afterglow of the setting sun, and his voice was gentle.

"Who made you race a bicycle."

"Just sit behind me."

"I can drive you home today."

The girl raised her head all of a sudden, a little surprised, with a surprise that she tried her best to hide,
Carefully said,
"is it okay?"

"of course can."

The two stood on the long downhill road outside the school gate.

But Wen Lueyan, who was attentively observing the girl's tangled expression, didn't notice that the classmates passing by him at the moment were looking at him very strangely and strangely.

Dust floats in the air.

In the eyes of the passing crowd, the good-looking boy was holding his bicycle, talking to himself against the floating dust, with a gentle and gentle expression that he didn't even know.

　My God, why is the sun so big!

　　Chongqing is still the top ten stoves this year, and I really want to die...
　　Heartache
　　
　
(End of this chapter)