Electro-optical Phantom [Entertainment]

Cabbage slowed down, staring at Xiaoyuan from the rear mirror, "You mean..."

"That's...or just try..." Xiaoyuan didn't pay attention to what Caimun was talking about. She bit her thumb nail and murmured, "Maybe it's really for acting..."

Cai Juan swallowed, "Don't tell me, you and Wei Zhuang also have...this consideration?" Wouldn't Wei Zhuang really be the subject of the experiment? She must want to see if she can help acting in a love scene by falling in love with a woman. This is too much like what Xiang Xiaoyuanhui did.

Xiaoyuan blinked and scratched her chin, "I can't seem to deny me... Maybe, maybe, with a little sense of consciousness. The heroine of the previous Internet major "I Love You" asked me to call and ask me. Whether I like girls or not, I really didn't think about it at the time."

"Then you mean you think about it now?" Naijuan listened.

"Hey, do you know how old Wei Zhuang is?"

"I haven't seen her very much... Haven't you seen her several times?"

"can not tell."

"Should be a few years older than Shishi..."

"Really?" Xiaoyuan sat up in surprise, "I really can't see it!"

Naimun became curious, "Do you look so young?"

Xiaoyuan nodded, "The skin is whiter than me, and I don't see a trace of wrinkles." The cold white skin, thin lips, world-weary face, and no expression lines, let alone wrinkles.

"Hey, that's normal. For the net worth, maybe the money you spend on skin management a year is the money you make for several movies!"

Xiaoyuan was still surprised, "I didn't expect me to be so much older, hey..."

"Hey, hey, don't mess around. Just like we said last night, if you can delay it, you will go with her if you delay it for half a year. Don't make any silly ideas. It's not a joke."

"It's not easy to fall in love with a girl. After half a year, will you call that girl again?"

Xiaoyuan scratched his chin as if he hadn't heard him, "Weizhuang is indeed a bit too old. There is a generation gap when it comes to love... right?"

Cabbage: "..." Are you actually thinking about it seriously?

Xiaoyuan whispered to herself: "It seems to be really old, but age is not a big problem... right?"

"Eat and eat!" Cai Juan shouted, "Let's go to dinner! Today is a happy day!" Change the subject quickly, anyway, I will go to Hengdian tomorrow, and I can't see each other for a while.

As soon as his thoughts flashed, as if God was going to confront him, the phone rang, it belonged to Xiaoyuan, and his heart shook with it.

"Hey, um, Assistant Gao," Xiaoyuan picked up, and she glanced at Caimun, her expression a little surprised, she knew, "...is it tonight? Okay, I see."

The phone call was short, and it was over quickly. She was silent for a while.

Caijuan also became silent, and let out a sigh of relief.

Really magical.

In the evening, Xiaoyuan was still reading the script while waiting for the car to pick her up. She printed out the script, holding a pen, and watched it line by line carefully, but the cabbage was a thousand times more nervous than her. Take a seat.

"I won't sleep tonight. I'll wait for you to come back... Hey, don't come back if it's too late, it's not safe... Nor, there will definitely be a car over there to bring you back, and you won't be allowed to come back alone... "

"Or I will follow, no, I will definitely not be allowed to follow, then I will take a taxi and follow you..."

Xiaoyuan didn't lift her head, and said in a perfunctory sentence, "Don't be so nervous. It's okay."

Caimun sat down and kept exhaling, "God, I'm more nervous than my first date!" He glanced at Xiaoyuan, "You wear this?"

Xiaoyuan is wearing a chocolate brown cashmere sweater and jeans, a sweater and a hat with a pair of cat ears.

"Um, oh." Xiaoyuan replied indisputably.

"No makeup?" Naimun asked again.

"No need? I'll wash my face later." Xiaoyuan turned a page.

Vegetable rolls: "..."

She glanced at the phone, put down the script, went to the bathroom to wash her face, protected her skin, combed her hair, wore a pair of flat black glasses, picked a small backpack, and went back to the living room to put the script and the pen. Go in.

Caijuan wondered, "Do you still bring this?" Do you even bring your "workbook" when you go to a classmate's house for the night to sleep?

"Yes, if you get bored, you can take a look." Xiaoyuan slung his bag and put on a peaked cap, "I'm leaving."

Naimun followed her to the hallway and watched her take out a pair of black and white sneakers from the shoe cabinet, "Is it really unnecessary for me to follow?"

"No way," Xiaoyuan smiled at him back, "You just go on a date as if I really are, how old I am!"

She smiled lightly, and Cai Juan's smile was dry, not to mention reluctantly.

When Xiaoyuan arrived at the underground parking lot, the car was still a Mercedes-Benz, which was much more expensive than the last one. It was the uncle driver who drove her all the way to the city center. It was a bustling residence in the center of the city. She lived in Shanghai for so many years. First time to this area.

The top luxury mansion under Luanhua Group, Junyueyuan, is located in the best location in this area, with a very high secret surname and a high security factor. Several checkpoints are required to enter the underground parking lot, and the driver is equipped with a certificate and scans his face to enter.

When entering the parking lot, each household has a separate parking area, and it also requires a certificate and swiping a card to drive in. After the driver opens the door and asks her to get off, it means that he can only be sent here.

One elevator, one household, directly enter the code from the basement floor and take the elevator to the 33rd floor. After the elevator goes out, there is an extremely wide corridor, deserted and luxurious, and the floor can be seen.

Xiaoyuan wasn't very nervous at first, but when he got out of the elevator, his heartbeat speeded up inexplicably. She stood in front of the door and took a long breath, doing psychological construction. The contract they signed had no identity, and the inequality brought about by wealth and status. She didn't want to take advantage of Weizhuang, and didn't need to be afraid of Weizhuang.

She pressed the code given by Gao Te's assistant and entered the door, and the sensor light blazed brightly. She changed her shoes at the hallway and walked in. The huge room was empty and no one was there, and she immediately let go of her heart.

The room is very big, big living room, meeting room, small side hall, study room, living room, and many bedrooms. She probably walked through it and made sure there was no one. Okay, she was completely relieved.

How can one person live in such a big house?

I don’t understand the life of a rich man!

Xiaoyuan sat properly on the sofa in the hall nearest to the door, and waited for ten minutes, but he still didn't see Wei Zhuang's shadow.

She couldn't guess what the president meant, so she didn't guess at all, stood up and walked around, and chose the living room. Because there is a large table inside, a large transparent glass wall and door, you can see whether anyone is passing by outside, so she sits down and continues to read the script.

She looked attentively, holding two neutral strokes of different colors to and fro, thinking about it from time to time.

There was a small bar in the living room, full of wine. She got up to find the restaurant, walked around for a while, found the refrigerator, took a carton of milk, and it was ten thirty, but Wei Zhuang still did not show up.

She took her mobile phone and wanted to send a message to Special Assistant Gao and asked her if she could go home. There is already a message from her on the phone. She was too engrossed in reading the script just now and didn't notice it.

"Miss Xiang, Mr. Wei still has official business to deal with, please be patient."

Waiting for a ghost, it's time for her to go to bed, Xiaoyuan yawned, and continued to look down, "The first master bedroom has your clothes and toiletries."

The question is, how does she know which is the first bedroom?

Xiaoyuan recalled the way she came in, wondering if she could go out if she left now? This thought went around in her mind, and she gave up, because even if she passed the levels, she wouldn't be able to get a car here.

She yawned again, drank the milk, and the boxes were thrown into the sorted trash cans. The house was really like a maze. She finally went back to the living room, and she was taken aback, and immediately held her breath.

Through the glass, Wei Zhuang is standing by the table, again in an all-black suit, with his back facing her, watching her script.

Xiaoyuan slowly walked to the door, Wei Zhuang turned around as if feeling something, his shoulder-length black hair drew a shiny arc in the air, and his eyes looked over.

Inside her is a shirt with a stand-up collar, and the neckline of a suit jacket is very special. The black background is turned over with white patterns. This little pattern is like a cloud perched on her neck. The whole body is not too monotonous in black.

"Mr. Wei." Xiaoyuan still had this wink and hurriedly called.

"Yeah." Wei Zhuang wiped his thin retro red lips with a slight movement. "It's been a long time?"

"Fortunately," Xiao Yuan's gaze slipped to her own script in her hands, "I read the script for a while."

"Playing Ling Yao?" she asked again.

"Yeah." The key circle on the note is the lines of the second female Ling Yao.

Wei Zhuang nodded again, put down her script, and walked towards the bar.

Xiaoyuan found out that she was not wearing high heels, right, what high heels did she wear at home?

She was wearing a soft indoor mop, and when she passed by Xiaoyuan, she was still more than half a head taller than her.

When she walked to the bar, Xiaoyuan walked in and fetched her script. At the end of her eyes, she couldn't help paying attention to Wei Zhuang's movements. She poured wine, took a few sips, and then sat down on the sofa.

"Are you just off work now?" Xiaoyuan glanced at the time, just at eleven o'clock, and then asked naturally, but felt that the wording seemed inaccurate, shouldn't you say that the big boss is "off work"?

"Yeah." Wei Zhuang nodded slightly, raised his snow-white neck slightly, took a sip of wine, his voice was dumb and tired.

The president is not easy! Xiaoyuan sighed inwardly.

She sat down again, flipped through the progress of the script, and decided to watch a little more. Looking up at Wei Zhuang, she sat there as if resting, drinking, and didn't mean to object.

Xiaoyuan buried his head and continued to watch. She forgot to ask Shi Hai who is the lead man and woman of the play. When she remembered to ask, she felt embarrassed and troubled others. She had to race against time to get familiar with the script.

The two were in the same room, and the other was quiet.

No one disturbed anyone, and didn't want to talk for the time being, there was a strange sense of harmony.

Xiaoyuan’s short, half-length hair is tied into a small tugging, Xiubai’s neck is scattered with a lot of fluffy hair, and there is no makeup on her face. Under the milky white light, she has a very youthful and moisturizing and translucent feeling. .

From the perspective of Wei Zhuang, one can also see a cat ear cap hanging from the back of her bare neck, with two pointed ears.

Lying on the desk, he looked serious like a hardworking student.

Wei Zhuang held the wine glass, looked at her, and slowly finished the glass of wine.

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