Ji Erye's squeamish bag is super cruel

Chapter 372 I'm too lazy to talk to you, it's not because you push yourself

He picked up the drawing next to him and handed it to Wen Ruan, Wen Ruan stretched out his hand to take it, thanked him with an indifferent voice.

Pursing his lips, Fu Zichen's expression was a little apprehensive, but he couldn't help asking: "Ruan Ruan, can you give me your contact information?"

Wen Ruan raised her eyelids and looked at him. When she spoke, her voice was flat, indifferent, and she didn't save any face.

"First, I have people I like, and second, I don't make friends."

After finishing speaking, Fu Zichen's expression was a little embarrassed, and the people watching were very embarrassed. The director clapped his hands and smoothed things over for the two of them: "Haha, Zichen probably likes your work so much, I want a contact method, give me It’s okay for a while, but it also depends on the individual’s meaning.”

Fu Zichen knew that Wen Ruan was not easy to get close to, so he thought it would be better to discuss the plot with her on the set, at least he could ask for a contact information.

But I didn't expect Wen Ruan to cut off all his reasons straightforwardly.

Fu Zichen didn't speak any more, feeling a little depressed, he stepped back, a little further away from Wen Ruan's position.

In this way, Wu Tong will quit.

Turning his head to look at Fu Zichen, then at Wen Ruan, he lifted his foot and took a few steps forward, and pressed Wen Ruan's bag on the table, speaking with deep dissatisfaction.

"I can't understand you for a long time, Wen Ruan, are you too ruthless? We are all from the same crew, what's wrong with giving me a contact information?"

"You are so out of gregarious, are you sure you can survive in society?"

Wen Ruan raised his hand, took the bag out from under her hand, put it on his back, and looked up at her, with a calm face without any waves.

"That's my business, it has nothing to do with you. Besides, I just joined the group temporarily, and I won't have any interaction with you in the future."

After she finished speaking, she was about to leave. The anger in Wu Tong's heart rose, and the anger rose up, and she pressed her lips tightly.

Raising her feet to catch up with Wen Ruan, the sound of high heels was sharp and bright, standing beside the table blocked her way.

"I'm a popular little flower, and they usually support me, but you are quite amazing. You're just a screenwriter, yet you dare to be so arrogant. What are you so proud of? You should thank me for acting in your play."

After she finished speaking, she raised her hand and wanted to wave it at Wen Ruan's face. Seeing this, the director and Fu Zichen both wanted to step forward to stop it.

Before reaching Wen Ruan's side, Wen Ruan's movements were quick, and he shattered a glass bottle on the table, spilling the remaining beer all over the floor, mixed with glass slag.

Wen Ruan's hand rested on her neck, causing Wu Tong's hand to stop a few centimeters away from Wen Ruan's face.

The gentle and soft eyes are infused with sharpness and ice, as well as traces of killing intent, which makes people startled.

The glass tip was facing her neck, and there was a faint feeling of skin being pierced, which made Wu Tong wrinkle, and couldn't help but speak, his voice stuttered, not as arrogant as before.

"Wen Ruan, you... what are you going to do?"

The gentle voice is not as calm as before, but with a chill, the words are like ice scum one by one.

"I'm too lazy to talk to you not to let you push yourself."

Where has Wu Tong seen such a formation?His legs were trembling a little, his face turned slightly pale, and his breathing became lighter.

Seeing this scene, the people next to him were shocked at first, but when they thought about what Wen Ruan did to the prop master just now, they didn't feel so shocked.

"Xiao Ruan, calm down, calm down, it won't happen."

(End of this chapter)