Surrender II

Since lunch, Zhuo Yue no longer has the right to sit on a chair to eat.According to the rules, after he cooked the meal, he had to prepare everything and then kneel on the edge of the chair to eat.His master was in charge of serving the food. Fortunately, he didn't have the habit of being picky eaters. He just ate in silence, looking up at the man sitting beside him from time to time.

"Anything to say?" Fang Mingyan asked.

Zhuo Yue said with some embarrassment: "I made it according to my own preference, I'm afraid you won't like it."

"Not bad." The man glanced at his bowl and said, "Go and fill another half bowl of rice."

Zhuo Yue's appetite has not been good since she was in poor spirits, so she only filled a small half bowl, and now it has bottomed out.Hearing Fang Mingyan's request, he had no choice but to order more food.

"I need to deal with some documents in the next three hours, and I allow you to control this time freely." After lunch, Fang Mingyan went to the study.

After washing the dishes, Zhuo Yue took off her apron, stared blankly at the empty first floor for a while, made a cup of coffee and brought it upstairs, stood at the door of the study and hesitated for a long time, raised her hand several times to knock on the door, but let it go again. down.

Fang Mingyan's contribution to Hua Sheng's ability to ride the wind and waves in the entertainment circle is indisputable.In recent years, the company has been under his management in an orderly manner. In addition to his means, there is also his dedication.Zhuo Yue knew very well that a large part of the reason why the other party left all the work at home was for him.He felt guilty and wanted to do something to make it up, but he was afraid that he would disturb the man's work.He couldn't help but smile wryly, when did he become so timid and worry about gain and loss.

The coffee was getting cold, and he, who had never had the courage to knock on the door, sighed and wanted to leave, but the door opened without warning.Zhuo Yue was startled, her hands shook, and the coffee in the cup almost spilled out.

Fang Mingyan, who opened the door, was also a little surprised when he saw him. His gaze shifted from the coffee cup to his face, apparently waiting for an explanation.

"Master." Zhuo Yue said with some embarrassment, "I... wanted to bring you a cup of coffee..."

"originally?"

He stammered and explained: "Because... I was delayed for a while, and it got cold."

"The coffee was cold from the first floor to the second floor, so it seems that the house is indeed a bit bigger." The man guessed in his heart, and jokingly said, "Next time we can run a marathon at home."

Zhuo Yue's cheeks were flushed, she lowered her head and said, "I'll make you another cup." She wanted to run away in a hurry, but her wrist was grabbed.

Fang Mingyan held the wrist holding the cup, moved the cup to his mouth, took a sip, then pressed the cup against Zhuo Yue's lips in the opposite direction and said, "Take a sip." This behavior made Zhuo Yue's face more red, He lowered his head and took a sip as ordered, the mellow taste of coffee melted in his mouth.

"Next time it can be thicker, and don't stand outside the door for so long." The man let go of his hand and said, "Come in." Zhuo Yue was so embarrassed that he answered "Yes" in a low voice, Then he followed Fang Mingyan into the study.

"You can take whatever books you want to read." After a brief explanation, the man returned to the computer to process the reports.The only silence in the room was the sound of his typing on the keyboard.Zhuo Yue found the "The Art of Performance" that she hadn't finished reading when she lived here before, and sat on the sofa to read it.

Fingers turned over the pages full of words, but the eyes always unconsciously went astray.From this angle, you can just look up and see Fang Mingyan's side face.

Serious, focused, just looking at it will feel inexplicably at ease.

The two were doing their own things in the same room.After finishing the work at hand, the man sat down beside Zhuo Yue, took the book from his hand, and asked casually: "After reading this chapter, what do you think?"

He thought for a while and replied: "The naturalization of performance needs to be realized through the speculation of the characters. As an actor, one must understand not only the character of the characters in the script, but also the overall background of the story, such as ancient costumes. In the drama, words and demeanor must conform to the norms of that era. In the performance, the actors need to use more subtext to show the character's heart. The so-called naturalization refers to the high degree of unity of internal and external."

"It's not bad." Fang Mingyan raised the corners of his lips, "I still read a little in my spare time when I was distracted."

Having been exposed, Zhuo Yue froze, wishing she could dig a hole and bury herself, her face turned red again.

"Sometimes it's good to not be able to concentrate." The man lifted his chin, making him look up from another angle.

When the black camera placed on the high-level bookshelf appeared in sight, Zhuo Yue only felt that his whole body began to feel cold in an instant.