085 I want to
With her mouth covered, she can only nod her head.
"Do you have feelings for him?"
She shook her head quickly.
"Tell me, what did he say to you?" When he said this, his hand finally stopped covering her mouth.
"Nothing, it's just that his sleeve is broken, let me make up." She said quickly, turning her head again, and shouting at the door of the room, "Ting'er, please sign for the package for me."
"Oh, OK." Fang Ting'er replied. Followed by the sound of footsteps, I wanted to sign for the package.
Chu Huan breathed a sigh of relief and turned back, but unexpectedly, Xiao Moye's face didn't know when, so close to her, the lips of the two almost collided.
"What else?" His breath lightly touched her face.
She blinked blankly, "What else?" After all, she was dragged to the hospital by Duan Tang today, and she just patched up a sleeve.
He stared at her steadily, his deep gaze, as if he wanted to see her through, his heart suddenly burst.
"This Er Duan Tang can be regarded as helping you out, you didn't even think about thanking him?" His lips were curved, like a smile, but his face was gloomy and gloomy.
He rarely showed such a gloomy expression in front of her. I remember the last time he saw him with such a expression, it was when he met Duan Tang at the "Old Station", faintly, Chu Huan felt that Xiao Moye seemed to be Especially concerned about Duan Tang.
Then she didn't know which of the tendons was wrong, she blurted out, "Are you jealous?"
Unexpectedly, he readily admitted, "I'm jealous." The sour, anxious, and eager emotions in his heart to calm down through her should be jealous.
Xiao Moye had never tasted this kind of taste before he knew her Chu Huan. After tasting it, I realized that it turns out that because a woman suffers from gains and losses so much that she can't control her emotions, it will be so uncomfortable!
I can't wait to dig my heart and my lungs!
Chu Huan was stunned. His admission made her at a loss. But it was strange, but there was a hint of happiness in my heart. He was the first man to be jealous for her, and it was the first time she knew that Junya was as noble as him, and he was jealous like this.
"Actually, I have nothing to do with Duan Tang, I didn't like him." Strictly speaking, the number of times she and Duan Tang actually met did not exceed five fingers in total.
"Then who do you like?" he asked rhetorically.
She choked, what she likes is... Biting her lip, she lowered her head and said nothing.
He looked at her lowered head, "Will you like me?"
"meeting."
"Will you love me?"
"Yes." She once said, trying to fall in love with him.
"Then starting tomorrow, don't participate in the micro-film shooting anymore," Xiao Moye said. Duan Tang helped the micro-film to rent the People's Theater. He naturally knew what he really wanted. The last time he met Duan Tang at the "Old Station", he knew the meaning contained in the other's eyes.
In other words, in essence, he and Duan Tang are actually the same kind of people.
"How can this be!" The man whose head was buried lower and lower, raised his head in an instant.
"Your role is not serious. Just talk to Du Hai. If you're worried that you can't find someone to play, I can help find someone else." He pursed his lips, with a firm attitude. He didn't want to give Duan Tang a chance to approach her, he didn't think about it at all.
The problem is not here, but... but... "I have done a lot of preparation, and I don't plan to be an actor in the future. If this micro-film is made, it will be considered a memorial, not to mention—" Chu Huan is anxious. Truthfully, Du Hai's glamour appeared in her mind when she was determined to shoot a micro movie.
Du Hai is a person who knows how to pursue his dreams. Although Chu Huan feels he is a muddle-headed person, he just wants to find a stable unit after graduation, design his favorite clothes, and just eat and eat, but he can’t. She denies that people like Du Hai are envied and admired by her.
And the character in the script, Cha Lele, is also a dreamer!
"I really like the role of Cha Lele!" she said heavily.
"So you do it anyway, don't you?" Mo Yu-like eyes narrowed slightly.
"Yes." She took a deep breath and gave him this answer.
He straightened up slowly, his back straightened, and fixedly looking at her with a gaze that she couldn't understand, while she, with her chin up, looked back at her without flinching.
In the air, a moment of silence slowly spread.
Suddenly, he smiled low, bent over and picked up the military cap on the ground, panicked casually, and then raked his hair again and put the military cap on his head. The shadow extending from under the brim of the hat almost covered most of his face.
"Since you like this character so much, assume that I haven't said anything just now." He said.
The shadows made her unable to see his expression at the moment. All she could see was the corners of his lips with a soft smile.
"As long as you like it, it's fine." A voice as gentle as a smile, like a cloud, resounded in her ears...
Chu Huan felt that although Xiao Moye didn't stop her from performing the micro-film in the end, his smile still made her feel a little weird.
"Come on." In the VIP room of the nightclub, Xiao Moye was lying lazily halfway on the sofa, with a trace of haze in his eyebrows.
"What's the matter, I suddenly wanted to smoke?" Even though he asked, Wu Shao still handed a red river to Xiao Moye. In the past few years, Xiao Moye has rarely smoked, and only smoked a few when he was in a bad mood.
Putting the cigarette between his fingers and lighting the cigarette, Xiao Moye took a few mouthfuls with his eyes down. In this box, one of the walls is made of special glass. The outside can be seen from the inside, but the inside cannot be seen from the outside.
At this moment, from the glass of the box, one can easily see the dance being performed on the huge stage in the nightclub.
Colorful lights, bright and erosive.
The soft and sensational dance of the women made the men in the stands excited, but Xiao Moye's expression was faint from beginning to end, completely opposite to the noise outside.
Wu Shao looked at the cigarette in his friend's hand and sighed in his heart. Only few people knew that the reason why Xiao Moye smoked less was because Chu Huan hated the smell of cigarettes.
"Duan Tang saw Chu Huan again." The cold voice sounded abruptly.