Don't mess with me, Major General

Chapter 69: [069] Like a painting

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Chu Huan still couldn't imagine what kind of expression the domineering Tian Xiaoxiao would really look like when he saw Xiao Moye. She is not a pure white rabbit, she is also 23 years old, senior year old, and she has left her hometown to study alone in Z City. She does not understand the reality of this society.

Because she was just an insignificant student, Tian Xiaoxiao would be rude to her. It's like if Xiao Moye hadn't dragged her into his world so suddenly, she would probably have spent her entire life and would not have had the chance to meet those secretaries and bureaucrats.

Flipping the script in his hand, Chu Huan looked at the script in his hand. There were indeed only ten lines. Except for one line which was a bit longer, the other lines were basically no more than 20 words.

Maybe acting in this role is not as difficult as she thought, after all, this role is only so "a little bit" more than the extras.

"What are you looking at, frowning so badly?" A magnetic voice rang in Chu Huan's ear. She looked up, Xiao Moye was holding a cup of coffee and pacing up to her.

"It's Du Hai preparing to shoot the script for the micro-movie." She said, remembering Du Hai's previous request, so she said again, "Are you free, please help me look at this script and give some suggestions or something."

He glanced at the script in her hand, took a sip of coffee, and acted gracefully, "Do you want me to read the script, or do you help others want me to read the script?"

She hesitated for a moment, and replied, "I hope, since I want to participate in the performance, of course I hope there is nothing wrong with the script."

"Are you going to act?" surprise flashed in his eyes.

"It's just a small character!" She put the script into his hands, "You read the script first!"

He smiled and sat on the sofa on the side, knees crossed gracefully, head half lowered, holding a coffee cup in one hand, and flipping through the script in the other. The afternoon sun shines through the glass and falls on him, black. His hair was hanging down his cheeks and neck, making his body half of light and half of shadow, revealing a beauty of light and dark.

It's just like a painting!

God, the inspiration in her mind is about to move again! Chu Huan only felt that he had another impulse, and wanted to draw him down with a pen, such a posture, such an expression... Then, he drew clothes suitable for this state.

This should be static and refreshing-**!

The heart is not as good as the action. Chu Huan turned out a few pieces of white paper, picked up the usual 2B pencil, lay on the desk in the study and quickly drew sketches.

The lines, contours, and the invisible temperament, the faint, but lingering attraction... She all wanted to paint. The previous chapter returns to the contents of the next chapter to see all 4 elements.