Prince in Modern Times: My VIP Boyfriend

Chapter 13

"Don't you think she is very good-looking and has the potential to be a star?"

Opening his eyes, he looked at the golden glow that was as thin as a cicada's wings, and turned his eyes to look at the back of Luo Yu who was leaning against the sofa.

Hearing this, Luo Yu turned her head and looked at him fixedly, feeling that there was an inexplicable irony in his words.

"Not everyone can be a star as long as they are good-looking." Turning around, looking at the cloudless blue sky, Luo Yu dismissed it expressionlessly.

The golden sunlight coated her face with a layer of golden brilliance, making the originally fair face show a healthy color like ripe wheat.

"I didn't say anything just now." Danny stood up from the sofa, looked at the door blankly, and said in a low tone, "When will the costume and make-up artists come?"

"Soon." Luo Yu replied, glancing at his watch.

"I'll go upstairs first."

Danny said with a blank face, Luo Yu turned around from the corner of his eyes, with his head half down, "You don't have to report everything to me."

The corners of Danny's lips raised slightly, revealing a self-deprecating smile.

Then he went upstairs without a doubt.

Withdrawing his gaze from Danny, Luo Yu turned to the glass window, his eyes wandering aimlessly at the sky outside the window.

The lips move, and if you look carefully, you may be able to tell that she is saying "Danny".

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Close your eyes, open your eyes, close your eyes, open your eyes again, close your eyes, open your eyes again... After entering the original room, Gu Yuetong lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, repeating these two actions.

The sunlight penetrates the glass and reflects obliquely on the white wall, making the room bright.

Just now she was so sleepy that she didn't even want to open her eyes, but now she couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

As far as she could see, this room was the one she was most familiar with, because it used to be her bedroom.

The things inside are well preserved, everything is as old as before, and there are still photos of her when she was a child on the wall. Looking at one after another, she knows that she has really grown up.

It's just that there is no picture of her growing up, only pictures of her under ten years old.

In this way, she was even more convinced that this must be her home.

(End of this chapter)