After a while of sleep, I rushed to the studio to finish shooting the magazine pages, and chatted with a few co-stars for a while before finally being able to leave work.
As soon as she got back into the car, she adjusted the passenger seat backrest all the way down and lay flat.
Zhu Jiang originally thought she was going to sleep, but when he turned around, he found that she was reading a book: "Mianmian, you really have energy."
Daytime sleep casually said "hmm".
Zhu Jiang asked curiously, "Mianmian, since you're studying journalism, will you still work in journalism in the future?"
Daytime sleep turns the page: "Do it."
Zhu Jiang was puzzled: "Then what about your current job?"
She and Xiao Mian have been very happy over the past year or so. Xiao Mian is not as fussy as other artists. If Xiao Mian goes to do news, he may not need her as his assistant.
Xiaomian said calmly, "Every path is just to reach the destination. I do my current job because I hope many people will follow me. The more the better."
Zhu Jiang was puzzled and said, "Of course bloggers all have this idea."
There is no explanation for the daytime sleep.
She knew very well that without influence, no one would listen to her, and no matter how wronged or anxious she was, she could not do anything.
A kind person who cannot distinguish right from wrong is foolish, a just person who does not have the power of force is incompetent, and who among those who study journalism does not want to convey the call for justice from the beginning?
But in a society where the strong prey on the weak, there are often times when whoever has the loudest voice will have their demands heard.
Being a blogger did not contradict her original intention of doing journalism.
It's just that others don't understand what she is going to do.
Zhu Jiang probed, "Mianmian, are you planning on dating that handsome, second-generation rich guy whose family owns a law firm? If so, since his family is so wealthy and you're a bit famous, you should probably prepare some PR in advance, right?"
I closed my eyes and rested my mind: "We are just friends for now, but he is definitely my type and he is a very nice person."
Zhu Jiang understood and asked, "Where else do you want to go, or do you want to go straight home?"
Xiaomian said casually: "Go home, I'll go back and practice my lines."
The next day, Shi Wang arrived at the drama club earlier than usual for some reason.
When I was sitting in the back and reciting the words, the girls next to me were talking about it.
"Do you remember the skirt you wore when you first came here? It was so pretty."
Another person wasn't surprised: "He's a wealthy man, so he must be very rich. He looks like he comes from a well-off family."
The girl immediately took out her mobile phone and searched the brand, and found that the skirt cost more than 10,000 yuan.
Just then, Xiao Meng came in. The two people who were discussing her skirt from last time were stunned. One of them couldn't help but whispered in admiration: "It's so beautiful."
Shi Wang looked up.
She changed her hairstyle today, with slightly brown straight hair draped behind her head. The color made her look bright.
She wore a light orange printed shirt with a dark brown bamboo-leaf pleated skirt, which was the same color as her hair in varying shades. She wore a pair of white sneakers on her feet, but Shi Wang felt like she was a furry little animal. The hair on different parts of her body was different colors, but the tones were roughly the same.
Even with a new hair color, she is still stunningly beautiful, and even more outstanding.
Others think that her bright eyes and white teeth and hair color make her look not like a traditional beauty, but rather free and romantic.
Shi Wang didn't linger on her gaze for long, and then withdrew it as if he didn't care.
But Zhu Mian's expression was still indifferent. He sat in the last row and started reading the script.
I just happened to sit next to those two girls.
One of them started to chat: "Senior, do you live near the school?"
She hummed lightly.
The girl tentatively asked, "Houses near the school are very expensive, right?"
Xiaomian flipped through the information casually: "Not bad."
The girl next to her sighed cautiously: "Senior sister is obviously a white, rich and beautiful girl."
She looked at the information, without any intention of flattering herself, and said casually, "No, just an average family."
Shi Wang noticed that her voice was a little hoarse, but he remembered that it was not hoarse yesterday.
The vice president, that idiot, came in carrying dozens of cups of milk tea and yelled, "Brothers and sisters, your milk tea is here!"
Everyone looked over, rushed forward, and took the milk tea from him.
"It's really rare, the stingy guy is plucking the feathers!"
"Do you have jasmine milk tea?"
The vice president was surrounded by a group of people grabbing milk tea, and he shouted a reminder: "The milk tea I wanted to treat everyone to yesterday was half milk tea and half coffee. Look carefully."
Shi Wang didn't go to get it, and he didn't move during his sleep, but that didn't stop some enthusiastic members from offering him milk tea.
Several members gathered around Xiao Mian. She smiled friendly. Because her facial features were naturally smiling, any smile she gave always looked sincere. "Thank you."
The girls who were looked at by her felt embarrassed.
In front of Shi Wang, there was an enthusiastic girl who took it, put it down to him and ran away.
She saw it from the corner of her eye while sleeping during the day and looked away. She was like this when she was in high school. She wanted to do good for him, but always kept a distance from him, trying not to make him feel troubled.
But he is not a good person, so everything we do for him can be said to be in vain.
After a while, Lu Tiao came over and found that Shi Wang hadn't moved at all: "Hey, Shi Wang, don't you want to drink?"
Shi Wang's pen paused as he was writing.
He can't drink milk tea, coffee or the like, and he hasn't drunk them since he became deaf.
He was just about to say something perfunctory when he unexpectedly picked up his cup of coffee, opened it and took a sip.
There was a circle of white milk foam around her mouth, and she said lightly: "This cup is mine."
Shi Wang was stunned. He looked at her intently, while Xiao Mian moved naturally, with his long eyelashes drooping, covering his dark pupils.
Her black pupils were actually quite small, and when she looked at people she looked a little evil, contrary to the gentleness of her crescent-shaped eyes. She seemed to be rebellious and unruly in her bones, but when she lowered her eyelids, the gentleness and quietness on her face prevailed.
It's her other side.
Shi Wang's heartbeat accelerated unconsciously.
Lu Tiao suddenly realized that there was also a cup in front of Zhu Mian. He thought that cup belonged to Zhu Mian. "I thought the cup in front of Zhu Mian was hers. Aren't you afraid of taking the wrong one by placing it like that?"
Zhou Mian's heart was as calm as a pool of stagnant water: "Yeah."
She gently placed the cup of coffee on the table.
Shi Wang raised his eyes and said in a low and cold voice: "President, are you free?"
Lu Tiao waved his hand: "You guys chat, it's me, the NPC, who's meddling in other people's business."
The road was long and he pushed the tissue on the table towards his nap.
Zhumian said calmly: "What do you mean?"
Shi Wang tapped the corner of his mouth with his knuckles.
When Zhu Mian came to her senses, she took out a piece of paper and wiped it clean.
Shi Wang looked at her.
Her lips are very beautiful, the color of cherries, with clear lip lines, slightly upturned corners of the mouth, and full lips. Even if there is no intention of temptation, there is an ambiguous seduction. You can tell how seductive her upturned moon lips are just by looking at her.
The flowers in Shanghai bloom under the moon, and they are indeed feminine and ambiguous.
Zhumian turned his head and didn't speak to him anymore.
But at that time, Wang felt a little confused.
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