my villain is too cute
Chapter 1010 Troubled times.The actor is more charming (6)
Chapter 1010 Troubled times.The actor is more charming (6)
Outside the door, the young actors had a strange mood, but they couldn't hide their sourness.
It's just that the words are really too much.
Although She Huaijian is twenty-four, much older than these sixteen or seventeen-year-old boys, she can't be called an old man.
Hearing the faint voice from outside, Bai Yu frowned displeasedly, "These people, their tongues are too long, the son's food and drink are all left by Master Yanjing, when did you spend any money on them? "
She Huaijian sat down by the window, raised her hand and pushed the window open, the wind from outside came in, blowing on her face, making her feel a little cool.
"They're still young, so you don't have to argue with them." The tone was gentle, not rushing.
Baiyu has always felt that the young master's temper is too good.
She Huaijian dragged her chin with one hand, looking at the scene outside the window calmly.
I don't know when it started to drizzle again, the street at night was dimly lit, misty and rainy.
Reflecting the man's clear and calm eyes, it seems to see the poetic tranquility of the years.
On the deserted street, a figure holding an umbrella gradually approached. When he got closer, he saw clearly that it was a woman in a moon-white cheongsam.
The figure stopped, and She Huaijian was startled.
The umbrella tilted slightly backwards, revealing the woman's cold and beautiful face, with a pair of deep and cold eyes staring at him.
She Huaijian looked at her and remained silent for a few seconds. His eyes moved slightly, and the corners of his crimson lips evoked a slight arc of alienation; Unknowingly amorous feelings.
Nodding slightly to the woman, She Huaijian lowered her eyes and looked away.
With a slender hand with well-defined knuckles, he held the handle of the teapot and poured a cup of hot tea unhurriedly.
The curling heat blurred the man's clear face, Han Jin's eyes dimmed slightly, and his hand holding the umbrella handle was tightened.
When She Huaijian looked over again, the woman was gone in the street downstairs.
She Huaijian looked at the place where the woman was standing just now, was silent for a while, and muttered to herself: "It's really strange."
"What's so strange?" Baiyu made the bed and came to She Huaijian's side, just in time to hear such a sentence.
She Huaijian shook her head: "It's nothing."
Bai Yu didn't ask any more questions, and said, "My lord, the bed is ready."
"Ah."
She Huaijian drank the last sip of hot tea, closed the window, and sat down beside the bed.
Baiyu waited for him to take off his shoes and socks by his side, lowered his head, and seemed to have no intention of asking: "My lord, Marshal Huo wanted to talk to you today, why did you refuse? Can't it be better?"
She Huaijian's life in Liyuan was not bad, but it was not without difficulties.
Overt and covert runs on young actors are harmless.
It's just that She Huaijian's elegant and handsome face, like a delicately carved face, does not eat the fireworks of the world, and has a temperament like a green lotus;
He grew up in Liyuan since he was a child, every move, every frown and smile, is full of charm and style, all of which are captivating and coveted.
I don't know how many distinguished spectators are staring at the pheasant in the pear orchard.
Today Qi Mingyi is just one of them, and similar incidents happened every three days, all thanks to the protection of the class leader and She Huaijian himself to make Xiao clever dodge.
Later, it was rumored that Marshal Huo liked to listen to Nan Pheasant's songs, and these things gradually disappeared.
She Huaijian paused, then turned to look at Baiyu who lowered his head, his eyes were slightly cold, and after a while, he said lightly, "Don't mention Marshal Huo's matter in the future."
Bai Yu paused, his eyelashes trembled twice, "Yes."
After waiting for She Huaijian to lie down on the bed, Baiyu came to the table and extinguished the candle with a piece of iron.
(End of this chapter)
Outside the door, the young actors had a strange mood, but they couldn't hide their sourness.
It's just that the words are really too much.
Although She Huaijian is twenty-four, much older than these sixteen or seventeen-year-old boys, she can't be called an old man.
Hearing the faint voice from outside, Bai Yu frowned displeasedly, "These people, their tongues are too long, the son's food and drink are all left by Master Yanjing, when did you spend any money on them? "
She Huaijian sat down by the window, raised her hand and pushed the window open, the wind from outside came in, blowing on her face, making her feel a little cool.
"They're still young, so you don't have to argue with them." The tone was gentle, not rushing.
Baiyu has always felt that the young master's temper is too good.
She Huaijian dragged her chin with one hand, looking at the scene outside the window calmly.
I don't know when it started to drizzle again, the street at night was dimly lit, misty and rainy.
Reflecting the man's clear and calm eyes, it seems to see the poetic tranquility of the years.
On the deserted street, a figure holding an umbrella gradually approached. When he got closer, he saw clearly that it was a woman in a moon-white cheongsam.
The figure stopped, and She Huaijian was startled.
The umbrella tilted slightly backwards, revealing the woman's cold and beautiful face, with a pair of deep and cold eyes staring at him.
She Huaijian looked at her and remained silent for a few seconds. His eyes moved slightly, and the corners of his crimson lips evoked a slight arc of alienation; Unknowingly amorous feelings.
Nodding slightly to the woman, She Huaijian lowered her eyes and looked away.
With a slender hand with well-defined knuckles, he held the handle of the teapot and poured a cup of hot tea unhurriedly.
The curling heat blurred the man's clear face, Han Jin's eyes dimmed slightly, and his hand holding the umbrella handle was tightened.
When She Huaijian looked over again, the woman was gone in the street downstairs.
She Huaijian looked at the place where the woman was standing just now, was silent for a while, and muttered to herself: "It's really strange."
"What's so strange?" Baiyu made the bed and came to She Huaijian's side, just in time to hear such a sentence.
She Huaijian shook her head: "It's nothing."
Bai Yu didn't ask any more questions, and said, "My lord, the bed is ready."
"Ah."
She Huaijian drank the last sip of hot tea, closed the window, and sat down beside the bed.
Baiyu waited for him to take off his shoes and socks by his side, lowered his head, and seemed to have no intention of asking: "My lord, Marshal Huo wanted to talk to you today, why did you refuse? Can't it be better?"
She Huaijian's life in Liyuan was not bad, but it was not without difficulties.
Overt and covert runs on young actors are harmless.
It's just that She Huaijian's elegant and handsome face, like a delicately carved face, does not eat the fireworks of the world, and has a temperament like a green lotus;
He grew up in Liyuan since he was a child, every move, every frown and smile, is full of charm and style, all of which are captivating and coveted.
I don't know how many distinguished spectators are staring at the pheasant in the pear orchard.
Today Qi Mingyi is just one of them, and similar incidents happened every three days, all thanks to the protection of the class leader and She Huaijian himself to make Xiao clever dodge.
Later, it was rumored that Marshal Huo liked to listen to Nan Pheasant's songs, and these things gradually disappeared.
She Huaijian paused, then turned to look at Baiyu who lowered his head, his eyes were slightly cold, and after a while, he said lightly, "Don't mention Marshal Huo's matter in the future."
Bai Yu paused, his eyelashes trembled twice, "Yes."
After waiting for She Huaijian to lie down on the bed, Baiyu came to the table and extinguished the candle with a piece of iron.
(End of this chapter)
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