Marshal her seven samples a week

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The woman smiled and said, "That's all. I don't know which one is still praising you."

Lu Weiyu wanted to be friendly, but the other party's words were not good. She couldn't help restraining the official smile on her face, and then said: "You too."

The woman was taken aback by Lu Wei's tone. She turned around and said to Director Chen who was chasing after her, "The grasshopper after autumn, I don't want to see her appear in your crew again tomorrow."

"Boss Yue...Boss Yue, listen to me." Director Chen chased after him confusedly.

Only then did Lu Weiyu realize that this was Cai Junya's first woman, Yue Qingsi.

The dressing room fell silent again.

Lu Weiyu has his own dressing room, which was approved by Director Chen, and several people are not satisfied.

"Why don't you take a break first? We'll have dinner later, shall we come back after dinner?"

The assistant director knew that two women could not offend one more than the other, but now Lu Weiyu looked very bad.

Lu Weiyu took off her coat and spread it on her chair. She fanned a small fan, a little angry.

I haven't been angry for many years.

The assistant over there didn't dare to steal snacks anymore, and opened mineral water for Lu Weiyu again, and played a fan again.

Lu Weiyu looked at his pile of snacks and became even angrier.

She can't eat these things, and she can't give them out.Now I have to suffer here.

But is it more than the background?

Her current background is

Lu Weiyu sighed.

At this time, the door was knocked again, and several people turned their heads to look at it, but Lu Weiyu didn't take it seriously.

"Lu Weiyu, your courier has arrived." A man's voice said over there.

Could it be that her mother brought snacks again?

Lu Weiyu sat up from his chair, turned his head, and saw the delivery boy Gotham lún.

Tan Lun? !

Lu Weiyu was frightened, and she looked at the other party, a little inexplicably.

Tan lún took out a rectangular box and said, "This item is very important, please sign for it."

It took Lu Weiyu a long time to recover, and then he was ready to sign for the receipt.

"Where to sign?"

Lu Weiyu couldn't find a place to sign for it.

"Okay, I'll take a photo." Tan lún took another photo with Lu Weiyu in the box.

Lu Weiyu nodded, and couldn't help but look at Tan Lun again.

In other words, Tan Lun has been reduced to delivering couriers. Could it be that Zhao Shumi can't pay her salary?

But the people in the production team have sharp eyes. In other words, why does this person look so much like the one next to the marshal!

Not to mention the assistant director, he was very responsive and quickly pulled Director Chen back.

Director Chen was still comforting Yue Qingsi, thinking how to get the best of both worlds, but before he could calm Yue Qingsi down, he hurriedly slipped away again.

Yue Qingsi was full of anger and had no place to vent her anger. This Chen guy hasn't promised to get Lu Weiyu away yet!

When Director Chen came back, Lu Weiyu was sitting aside, looking at the things in his hand.

Yes, it was sent by Tan Lun.

The box was very delicate, and there was a piece of paper inside. She opened it and took a look.

a picture.

A pencil drawing of what appears to be a person who appears to be...

Lu Weiyu didn't understand, she asked: "Adjutant Tan, what does this marshal mean?"

Tan lún shook his head, "Marshal asked me to give you the painting."

"Give it to me?" It's understandable to send clothes and bags, but a painting?

Well, this painting can also be given away, but the premise is that it looks good, but this...

Lu Weiyu couldn't help but said, "Can you hint at this?"

Tan lún shook his head, the marshal of the main character is hard to understand, and this personality is even more incomprehensible.

"It may be that the Marshal painted well, and I want you to appreciate it." Tan lún said without changing his expression.

"Did you draw well?"

As soon as Lu Weiyu's words fell, Director Chen entered the door and saw Lu Weiyu's unfolding painting, "This, is this drawn by the marshal?"

"Director Chen, why are you here? Didn't you send Mr. Yue there?"

"I heard that Adjutant Tan is here, so come over and have a look. This is really written by the marshal. This signature..." It really is the marshal's handwriting!

Director Chen looked at the painting carefully again.

"Did you see anything?" Lu Weiyu asked cautiously.

Director Chen sighed, "I see."

"What?" Lu Weiyu asked.

Director Chen smiled and said nothing.

It can only be understood without words.

Tan Lun and Lu Weiyu's eyes were on Chen Dao. This thing is so abstract. Could it be that there is some deep meaning coming out of it, and only people like them who are at the same level of thinking and concept can understand it?

The assistant director was lucky enough to take a look at it, but the painting on it was so profound that he couldn't understand it at all.

After following Director Chen out, the assistant director asked again, "What did the marshal paint? It's so profound, I didn't even see it."

Director Chen suddenly turned his head and said, "Didn't you see it. Is the painting on it Lu Weiyu?"

"Yeah, what's wrong?"

"Didn't you see that the Lu Weiyu he painted was wearing yesterday's clothes?" Director Chen said again.

"Yes, yes, what's the matter?"

Director Chen was very excited, and lowered his voice and said: "This means that we have been monitored, and the marshal is in control of everyone's movements here. That is to say, this is the way to get off the horse, and Mr. Yue just made the harsh words one step earlier, so that the Lu Weiyu is ugly, the marshal will come in the last step, tell me!"

The assistant director also came to his senses. He stared, not daring to vent his anger: "So we can't let Lu Weiyu be wronged!"

Director Chen said in despair: "Tell the director of life, you must take good care of Lu Weiyu, otherwise we..."

The assistant director deeply felt the same way, he exchanged eyes with Jun, and then left feeling disappointed.

Lu Weiyu was still sitting in the lounge, the people had dispersed and scattered, and Director Chen yelled at the rest who wanted to gossip.

Lu Weiyu looked at it again and again, this painting is abstract...

After a while, she realized that this is not the person in the painting?

Lu Weiyu murmured: "Is it possible that she wants me to praise her?"

Before Lu Weiyu came back to her senses, a voice next to her interrupted her thoughts, "This painting, does my painting look good?"

Lu Weiyu raised her eyes, and saw Zhao Shumi standing in front of her in a white dress, with long hair loose, looking like a human elf.

There is no warmth in Zhao Shumi's cold eyes, and she looks down on Lu Weiyu's face lightly.

Lu Weiyu looked at the other party, couldn't help swallowing, and said, "Okay, it looks good."

Chapter 25 Jin|Marshal|Jiang|She|First|Seven samples a week|

Lu Weiyu looked at Zhao Shumi in front of her, she was a little excited and secretly happy, like a long-awaited gift, finally placed in front of her, very pleasantly surprised.

Lu Weiyu stood up reservedly, showed the most perfect smile in his play and said, "Why are you here?"

Zhao Shumi stared fixedly at the woman in front of her, as if her eyes were glued to her body. She tilted her head and looked Lu Weiyu up and down before she was satisfied.

Lu Weiyu asked suspiciously: "You look at me like this. Is there something wrong?"

"No, there's nothing wrong with it." Zhao Shumi looked at Lu Weiyu solemnly putting the painting back in her hand, with a little satiation in her eyes, but soon, she thought of something again.

Painting is a purpose, and she has another purpose.

Lu Weiyu was looked at seriously by Zhao Shumi, and Lu Weiyu immediately became serious too. Although it was not obvious in her eyes, she could see a bit of sadness.

Then, I heard Zhao Shumi ask: "Who are you? What do you want to do?"

The face of the woman in front of her was still serious, her eyes were cold, her tone was cold, and she couldn't hear the slightest hint of a joke.Also added a word of degree!

Lu Weiyu calmed down a bit, now that things are a little serious, she must cooperate with the marshal.

Alas, the Marshal's drama has struck again.

If Zhao Shumi wanted to act, she had to cooperate. This time, the marshal was different from the previous ones, and she could be fooled casually. With her attitude, she was obviously more advanced.

Lu Weiyu was about to say that he was a young actor and wanted to make a movie, but was interrupted by Zhao Shumi: "You don't need to say it, I will check it myself."

Zhao Shumi snatched her chance to play, and Lu Weiyu was also a little confused. She looked at Zhao Shumi, "Then what do you ask me for?"

Lu Weiyu didn't know what Zhao Shumi was thinking, and she didn't want to give up trying to figure it out. It's very important to understand the other person's mind.

After all, as a adopted person, her treatment is obviously much better.

"Respect your right to speak." Zhao Shumi had a flat appearance without any emotion.

She looked at Lu Weiyu with a suspicious blush on her face, "But why did you say that?"

Lu Weiyu thought for a while and asked uncertainly, "What did you say?"

Zhao Shumi reminded again: "What am I you?"

"marshal."

Zhao Shumi frowned, as if she was a little dissatisfied with the answer, and the gloom on her face fell instantly, covering her soft and beautiful face with a layer of sentimentality.

This seems to be getting serious.

Lu Weiyu thought.

Zhao Shumi asked again: "What is it?"

Lu Weiyu had a flash of inspiration, and felt that there was only one truth, and Zhao Shumi wanted to hear it nicely!

But to deal with such a person, Lu Weiyu is particularly cooperative.

Lu Weiyu opened his mouth and said, "Dad, the patron's father!"

"..."

As soon as Lu Weiyu finished speaking, Zhao Shumi fell silent.

She looked at Lu Weiyu as if she was mentally retarded, which made Lu Weiyu even more cautious, not knowing what she did wrong.

The air in the room didn't circulate at all, and it was even more stuffy under Zhao Shumi's majesty. Lu Weiyu even felt that he couldn't breathe.

Could it be that I called it wrong?In fact, should I call my mother?

When she thinks of this word, she thinks of that mother Lu who has a long heart, but Mr. Jin likes role-playing, what can she do?

I can only compromise first.

Probably Lu Weiyu's appearance was too sincere, and Zhao Shumi didn't make things difficult for her.

Zhao Shumi said: "Okay, I am. You remember your identity."

Lu Weiyu simply said: "Father."

Zhao Shumi took a deep breath, looked at Lu Weiyu, wanted to say something, and finally swallowed back her throat.

Zhao Shumi closed her eyes and said, "Good girl."

"..."

This time it was Lu Weiyu's turn to be speechless, she looked at Zhao Shumi with her eyes, why did this sound more reluctant than her?

The atmosphere in the room was a bit weird, and Lu Weiyu didn't want to continue.

"It's time for dinner now, you probably haven't eaten yet."

Lu Weiyu took him out and put on sunglasses for Zhao Shumi.

Zhao Shumi followed behind her, without speaking or answering. Lu Weiyu said again: "The food of the crew may not suit your taste, or, I will ask someone to take you to the hotel to eat?"

"No need." Zhao Shumi said concisely, but Lu Weiyu still didn't want the other party to share the joys and sorrows with him.

"I still have a show tonight, so I may not have time to accompany you, um... do you have any plans?" Lu Weiyu asked, "Actually, the film and television city here is quite lively."

After finishing speaking, Lu Weiyu was also a little flustered. In other words, Zhao Shumi should have never enjoyed such treatment, such as joining in the fun.

Lu Weiyu thought to herself, and saw Zhao Shumi stopped in her tracks without saying anything.

Zhao Shumi really didn't have any plans, she was alone, and she left as soon as she said, without telling anyone.

Lu Weiyu didn't know what Zhao Shumi meant, but saw Zhao Shumi's eyes flashed suddenly.

Zhao Shumi stared at a certain place, her expression suddenly turned a little cold.

"What's wrong? Did something happen?" Lu Weiyu asked, turning her head.

Zhao Shumi didn't let anyone look back, and said urgently, "Go, go quickly."

Before Lu Weiyu could speak, he was taken away by Zhao Shumi.

Lu Weiyu wanted to say something more, but at this time his body was already out of control.

Zhao Shumi held her hand, which was different from the feeling of holding hands with little sisters before shopping. The other party held her hand and led her to run in the corridor. Her heart beat faster, her body was hot, and her palms were warm. The intertwined fingers made her heart skip a beat.

Lu Weiyu raised her eyes and looked at the side face of the other party. The fluttering long hair ran across her face, and the fluttering skirt scratched her calf from time to time, making her a little confused for a moment.

The deputy director brought Leiya in, just in time to see the marshal dragging Lu Weiyu away.

It's real, it's real, Lu Weiyu and the marshal really have an affair!

The assistant director's face was calm, as if he hadn't seen anything.

The assistant director coughed dryly and said, "Well, the Marshal may have something to do."

Leiya only nodded and echoed, "Yes, the Marshal has something urgent to do."

Otherwise, how do you explain that the marshal ran away when he saw her?

Time went back to last night.

The marshal had just asked Tan lún to send the painting out, and not long after, the protagonist woke up.

At that time, the group of quack doctors thought that the special condition for the marshal's personality to recover was to destroy the painting.

So the marshal's painting was destroyed. After all, the marshal's signature was written on it, and such things should not be left behind.

The marshal didn't know that he had the talent for painting, so he asked people to bring the painting and take a last look at it.

As a result, with just one glance, I wish I could go blind.

Zhao Shumi asked: "Why is this painting so ugly?"

"I'll take care of it right away." Leiya took the painting away.

The painting was finally dealt with, and many people breathed a sigh of relief. They didn't want outsiders to know that the marshal still drew such ugly paintings!

The doctors asked Marshal to check again, not knowing whether her physical data was stable.

But when Leiya came back, the group of quack doctors told her again: "No, the Marshal started painting again."

Zhao Shumi not only drew pictures, she also remembered something, and then started to search again.

Leiya said cautiously, "Marshal, what are you looking for?"

Zhao Shumi turned around, her melancholy face touched people's hearts, she asked: "Where is my painting?"

"..."

Leiya thought about looking at the burnt papers with her own eyes, and wondered if there was any way to save them.

Leiya didn't speak, Zhao Shumi couldn't help biting her lips and said, "I'm going to take it to the International Painting Exhibition the day after tomorrow! Do you know how much effort I spent?"

She doesn't know about Leiya, and she also thinks that the marshal is not suitable to go to the internationally renowned art exhibition tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.

This trip may be a dark history for a lifetime, and it will be famous for thousands of years in the future.

Leiya said: "Marshal, please be careful. I know it's too late to say anything at this time, but please think about it carefully. If you go to participate in the exhibition, you will take away the opportunities of ordinary people for no reason. They will how to think?"

Zhao Shumi hesitated for a moment, and asked: "I can't participate in such a competition just because I am extremely talented? This kind of international exhibition, everything depends on strength."

Leiya couldn't get up in one breath, so she could only help here.

If the marshal's masterpiece is notorious in the future, it has nothing to do with her.

Zhao Shumi exhaled, and then stopped being aggressive, she said: "I will draw another one tonight."

Leiya nodded. If she was lucky, the master personality might change back tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.

As a result, no.

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