Fu Yue turned her head, glanced at Bao Sijin lightly, "Young Master Bo."
Her indifferent attitude is the kind that radiates from the inside out, the indifference that rejects people thousands of miles away, the cold and aloof aloofness.
On weekdays, as a person in charge of the military power, Bo Sijin is handsome and beautiful, and the famous ladies in Shanghai are all overwhelmed and want to post it up. It is really rare for him to meet such a bad-natured person. Condition.
"Didn't Miss Wen say she was going to take off her makeup? Why didn't she do it so late?"
Saying that, Bao Sijin glanced at Fu Yue.
Seeing the actor in Tsing Yi's painted eyebrows and eyes with thick pink and ink, but also with a beauty beyond dust, this inevitably made him look forward to her real appearance, and he couldn't wait to see her.
Fu Yue lowered her eyes and said, "Wen and cool and ugly, I'm afraid it will stain the young commander's eyes."
"Young Marshal Bo, please go back."
She issued an eviction order.
Bao Sijin laughed angrily at Fu Yue's attitude. He had never met such a woman who didn't know what to do.
He talked to her nicely, but she gave the order to evict the guest as soon as she opened her mouth.
Bo Sijin was originally a domineering character, and he was also contaminated with the bad habits of the male protagonists in ancient times, so he spoke with a strong air of domineering.
"Wen Liang, is this how your Paramount treats guests?"
"Why do you want to attract Ben Shuai's attention?"
Fu Yue's eyelids twitched.
What she said... She was a little embarrassed for this man.
It's over, she seems to have a problem, the problem of embarrassing others.
She put down the comb in her hand, raised her eyes, looked at Bo Sijin expressionlessly, and said, "Young Marshal Bo. I'm an actor, a singer, and if you step off the stage, you're naturally not my guest."
"If you want a girl who laughs with you, most of Paramount are dancers."
"Young Marshal Bo, please do what you want."
Hearing Fu Yue's words, Bao Sijin's chest seemed to be burning with rage. He intuitively felt that this woman shouldn't have such an attitude towards him, but he couldn't give a reason.
Just when he was about to say something, a man in military uniform suddenly ran in, trotted to Bo Sijin's side, and whispered something into his ear.
Bo Sijin's brows furrowed suddenly, and he couldn't help shouting: "What?"
It looked like something was in a hurry.
Before turning around to leave, Bao Sijin looked deeply at Fu Yue, as if to remember her, then turned and left.
Fu Yue has a dead fish face.
She couldn't help complaining to system 677.
"What's the matter with this Bo Sijin? Didn't he become interested in her after seeing Wen Liang's appearance in the original plot?"
"What's going on with him today? He's in heat?"
System 677: [... host, you are joking.]
[Ham, host, you seem to have some misunderstandings about your own charm, don't you know how attractive your physique is?]
Fu Yue: "..."
This general statement is so reasonable, she was speechless for a moment.
After a long time, she sighed faintly.
"It seems that I took the script of the heartthrob Mary Sue..."
"What a headache."
Paramount at night.
Luxuriant, feasting and feasting.
In the magnificent hall with fragrant clothes and temples, women in cheongsams, stepping on small black high heels, swaying with laughter, and the men and women on the dance floor are fascinated.
The third floor of Paramount.
The lights were not turned on inside, and unlike the bustling and bustling downstairs, it was quiet here.
The manager of Paramount stood there tremblingly. He didn't know why he was suddenly called over, but he was still facing this gentleman.
He doesn't seem to have done anything wrong...