Don't mess with me, Major General

Chapter 94: [094] Of course

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094 For granted

Chu Huan didn't say a word. In fact, she knew that Xiao Moye had a reason to say that. Sometimes, too gentle rejection would make the other party not easy to give up.

But... But...

"Why, don't you think I should be like this?" he asked.

She shook her head, this answer is not unexpected, "I just think that if you are too indifferent to reject others, wouldn't the person who was rejected be too pitiful."

"Poor?" He raised his eyebrows.

"Yes, it takes a lot of courage to confess to others." Especially for girls, I am afraid that one confession is the result of countless courage.

He glanced at her thoughtfully, and seemed to smile unintentionally, "So happy, have you confessed to anyone?" His voice was so casual, but his eyes were fixed on her tightly. Face, not letting go of the slightest change in her expression.

She was startled, and then she avoided his sight uncomfortably, "No, I haven't confessed to anyone."

"Really." He raised her hand gently. Her hand was clenched into a fist unconsciously at this moment, "Well, I'm just asking casually, don't be nervous."

"Oh." She murmured, lowered her eyes, and slowly let go of her fisted hand, without noticing that there was an indispensable depth in his eyes looking at her.

Chu Huan thought that he would only meet Duan Tang at the People’s Theatre at most, but he did not expect that he would appear in the club office of the school’s film and television research club, and he was drinking tea while looking at the club’s album. Like an uncle.

Busily pulling Fang Ting'er, who was busy in the club, to the corner, Chu Huan whispered, "Why did Duan Tang come here?"

"I don't know." Fang Ting'er shrugged, "Anyway, I came over suddenly and chatted with me a few words, and then asked me for the club's photo album."

Chu Huan was taken aback, "Why does he want to see photos of the club?"

Fang Ting'er replied, "I said that he wanted to learn more about our club. Do you think he is really interested in our micro movies? What else is he planning to invest in?"

"Maybe it's really possible, you can ask him yourself." Chu Huan rolled his eyes.

The club office of the Film and Television Research Society is not too big, because most of the people are shooting outside at the moment, so there are only three or four members in the club organizing various props.

Chu Huan helped organize the props, but Duan Tang always sat on the chair, looking at the albums. There are not many photo albums in the Film and Television Research Agency. There are quite a few of them, all stacked together, but he looks at one by one, with a serious look, and occasionally stays on a certain page, and he hasn't turned it over Page, as if looking at something important.

This kind of behavior made her feel really strange. It seemed that the photos in the album were only photos taken during the group activities of the community, and it was not particularly necessary for him to look at it so seriously.

"Huanhuan, we moved these props to the warehouse first, you will continue to pack those useless here." Fang Ting'er said, and several other members carried a package of packed props and walked out. Community office.

Suddenly, only Chu Huan and Duan Tang remained in the room.

Chu Huan felt a little embarrassed, but Duan Tang seemed to be okay. He didn't even lift his head and continued to look at the photo album. Seeing him like this, she breathed a sigh of relief, and continued to organize the props.

I packed some props, and the cardboard boxes are not enough. The new cardboard was stacked on top of the bookcase. Chu Huan moved a chair, stepped on the chair, stretched his hands up, grabbed a corner of the cardboard, and dragged the heavy stack of cardboard out...

"Ah!" exclaimed from her mouth suddenly, although she was very careful, the weight of the stack of cardboard itself was so heavy that even though she took it off, her whole body couldn't bear the weight. Lean back.

God, I will fall!

She could almost foresee her embarrassed appearance for a while, but she didn't want the cardboard in her hand to seem to be blocked by some force from falling, and her waist was surrounded by a hand. The next moment, she slammed into a wide body. In the arms.

"It's really dangerous." The whispering voice sounded in her ears.

Chu Huan turned his head in shock, staring blankly at the beautiful face close at hand, and it took a long time to realize that Duan Tang rescued her.

"Thanks... Thank you." She took a breath, feeling a cold sweat on her back.

"Don't do anything like this anymore, if I'm not here." In the dark phoenix eyes, there was a touch of heart palpitations that were not easily noticeable. Duan Tang only felt as if he was being held in his heart, and he couldn't imagine whether she would have a bruise and swollen face if he hadn't caught her just now.

Chu Huan did not dare to refute Duan Tang's words, after all, he saved her. Nodding, she put on a humbly admitting mistake.

He took down the cardboard in her hand and put it aside, then looked at her who was still standing on the chair, and lifted her from the chair like a child, until he reached the table before putting it down.

"Sit down for a while," he said, sitting her on a chair, and then poured a glass of warm water from the drinking fountain on the side and handed it to her.

Taking the water glass, the warm temperature of the glass made her settle a lot, "Thank you." This is the second time she thanked him today.

"I don't want a thank you." Duan Tang casually sat beside Chu Huan and smiled lazily.

She was taken aback, but saw his eyes staring at her, "Chu Huan, can't you take what I did to you just now as a matter of course?"

She blinked, "Of course?"

"Yes, of course, there is no need to thank you." Too much thanks is actually a manifestation of strangeness.

Duan Tang’s eyes made Chu Huan feel a little at a loss. She turned her head slightly. Her gaze accidentally saw the photo album spread out on the table. The photos in it were all of her, Ting'er, and Du Hai. A few group photos were taken during a picnic event not long after joining the club when I was a freshman.

"You seemed to take these photos seriously just now. Is there anything special about the photos?" Chu Huan couldn't help but asked curiously.

"It's just that I'm just idle, just find something to take a look." Duan Tang said casually, and glanced at the person in the photo. His face was flushed red, delicate and cute, and the pair of round apricot eyes were looking at him. What are you looking at...