Don't mess with Bai Yueguang [Quick wear]

"Oman, happy ending."

In the private room, when others were talking happily, Song Ruoshi held up the wine glass to congratulate Oman. Under the bright light, her face also became blurred. Oman could only get closer, and the legs of the two of them once again They were close together, more natural than in the previous reading of the script.

Song Ruoshi is wearing a long skirt, and because of her crossed legs, the silver anklet on her slender calf is adorned with a broken diamond. The light hits the cut surface, reflecting the light. In this scene, A little more mature and sexy.

Aman has long discovered that Song Ruoshi is a woman who likes jewelry very much. Like her, she likes shiny things.

Oman's eyes were a little blurred, she didn't drink much, just a few glasses.

She deliberately let herself indulge, so she lay on Song Ruoshi's legs very intimately, probably because she felt uncomfortable in this position, she was like a climbing vine, climbing Song Ruoshi, inseparable.

Song Ruoshi could only half-hug her with both hands in a panic, and put his palms on Oman's back. He was so thin that he could even touch her butterfly back through his shirt.

Song Ruoshi lowered his eyes and noticed that the fragrance on her body had changed.

Citrusy with a hint of thyme in the base.

"Sister, give me your hand."

Song Ruoshi looked at the girl in his arms, with long black hair and cute eyebrows, his eyes and cheeks were blushing from alcohol, he was like a cat with blush, pestering him for teasing cat stick.

Song Ruo gave a soft smile, and stretched out his arm according to her request.

Aman took out a bracelet from his pocket and wrapped it around Song Ruoshi's wrist with her warmth.

But the light was not on, so she couldn't buckle the bracelet after wearing it several times.

Oman was so angry that he blew the broken hair that fell in front of his eyes, "Damn it, why can't it be buttoned up!"

She whined, her voice was sticky, and her tender cheeks were puffed up with anger, so cute.

Song Ruoshi held back her laughter, she smoothed Oman's long hair with the other hand, tucked it behind her ear, slowly slid down Oman's ear, and gently pinched Oman's earlobe.

Flesh and slightly hot.

"Put it on!"

On the slender and fair wrist, there is an extra black braided bracelet, and four peanut-sized persimmons studded with crushed diamonds are connected by the string. Each of the persimmons is chubby and looks naive.

Oman held her wrist and said sweetly: "Everything goes well."

Four persimmons, four things, four wishes.

"I made it up by myself. Do you like it, sister? After I'm finished, I may not see you for a few days. Don't forget me. You promised to teach me to act. I haven't started yet. So sister can't accept other apprentices!"

Song Ruo used her free other hand to hold Oman's cheek, her beautiful eyes reflected her miniature.

She's 28, no, not eight.

She was a grown man, a grown woman who had had several suitors.

Song Ruoshi can naturally see through Oman's mind, not suddenly, but gradually discovering this fact.

She is too young and immature. At 23 years old, there is a five-year difference from 28 years old. She can be a teacher of Aman's acting skills, but she can't teach her love.

There are too many temptations in the entertainment circle, and she stands at a top position, and there will be countless suitors around her, and there will be many interesting new things waiting for her.

This is very different from my own pursuit of a stable life.

The two of them have only known each other for a month, and when they bid farewell to the crew, there will be no more interaction.

Song Ruoshi looked at the bracelet on her wrist and felt that it weighed a thousand catties, but she took it off anyway and returned it to Aman.

"Next time, I have prepared Oman's gift, and I will accept it, okay?"

Obviously refusing, Oman's pupils dilated, her expression seemed to have been hit by a big blow, her eyes were red, she bit her lips tightly, and did not say a word.

Aman grabbed the bracelet and left her arms, with a bit of pain and sadness in her eyes, she took a deep look at Song Ruoshi, and everything she wanted to say and what she didn't want to say, all came together in one sentence: "Thank you Teacher Song for taking care of me this month."

Everyone says that the distance between people can be seen from the address.

Since it started with Mr. Song, use it to end.

Song Ruoshi thought so in his heart.

She still has that gentle appearance, as if she is looking at a wronged child with the eyes of an adult, the eyes are gentle, but there is no love for her.

Oman retreated to a corner of the sofa, filling himself with wine in silence.

Okay, don't you feel bad, then I will show you.

I don't believe that you can really treat me with a heart of stone.

Director Cao noticed something was wrong with her, frowned and gave Song Ruoshi a wink, Song Ruoshi shook his head helplessly.

Aman is a good drinker, but she doesn't want to be perceived as such.

Song Ruoshi quietly watched her drink one cup after another, the smile on the corner of her mouth gradually disappeared.

"Leave me alone."

Song Ruoshi went to stop her after all, but Aman got angry and slapped the back of her hand fiercely. From the sound, he knew that the attack was serious.

She looked at the back of her red hand, and took Oman's wine glass expressionlessly.

Oman also felt that she had gone too far, because her own hands were still numb, which showed how much effort she had used.

Song Ruoshi held her back by the collar, said something to everyone, apologized, and took Aman out of the wine room first.

"Let me go, let me go, I don't need you!"

If you can't drag her away, then push her away instead.

Song Ruoshi was very fortunate that the crew came to a club with strong secrecy, otherwise it would be like Aman, and the headlines would definitely be searched the next day.

Oman was being pushed away. How should I put it, it didn't feel very fun, but was very controlled by others.So she chose to stand still, turning her head away from Song Ruoshi.

Song Ruoshi saw that there was no one in the corridor, so she simply followed her way, and she asked lightly, "Drinking is fun?"

"I want you to be widowed." Oman retorted.

Song Ruoshi frowned, and said, "That's fine, I don't care."

After all, lift your feet and leave.

Aman was so frightened that he turned his head immediately, grabbed her hand, and dragged her desperately, not letting her go.

"You are so fierce!"

Song Ruoshi raised his eyebrows, and she laughed angrily, stretched out his hand that was still red from being beaten by her, and said, "Here is the evidence, is it you or me?"

Aman curled his lips guiltyly, deliberately drinking madly, "I don't care, you were the one who got angry with me first."

Aman let go of her hand, and threw himself into her arms, letting Song Ruoshi lean his back against the wall, and buried his head on her shoulder, panting for breath.

The smell of perfume and wine will make people feel confused.

Song Ruoshi lowered her head, her obsidian eyes looked very deep, and she said, "Are you still angry?"

Oman muttered in his mouth, but he couldn't hear clearly.

It was the first time for Song Ruoshi to meet a girl like Aman, she said she had courage, but she also had the courage to take the initiative to chase someone.

It's correct to say that she has no courage, after all, she drinks alcohol when she gets angry, and childishly draws boundaries with herself.

Song Ruoshi patted the back of her head and said, "It smells like alcohol, it's so bad."

"You're lying, I don't smell bad, I smell good!"

Aman raised his eyes, they were watery, without any hint of drunkenness.

Song Ruoshi understood, "You're not drunk."

Aman shook his head: "I'm drunk."

Song Ruoshi pushed her away, and said helplessly: "I'm not drunk, pretending to be drunk, and I've been fooled. My acting skills have really improved."

Oman snorted softly, let her go, put his hands behind his back, moved his small mouth, took a deep breath, and said, "I like you."

Song Ruoshi didn't expect her to be so direct, she thought she had said clearly what she should have said in the private room just now.

Oman kicked the potted plant next to him, and said sullenly, "Why don't you like me."

Song Ruoshi laughed: "We've only known each other for a month, and you fell in love with me so quickly?"

Aman frowned puzzledly, looked at Song Ruoshi's face, and thought about this month's relationship, she nodded and said: "I just like you, what's the matter for a month? There are people who fall in love at first sight Well, a month is a long time compared to ours."

Song Ruoshi asked again calmly: "Then you like me so much that it's up to me?"

Aman couldn't help reaching out to grab the petals on the potted plants, but was frightened by Song Ruoshi's eyes and changed the pulling of the petals into stroking the leaves.

She pouted and said, "I don't have feelings for anyone else, but you alone. Isn't it just you?"

Song Ruoshi was speechless for a moment, she clearly didn't mean that, but after hearing Aman's words, she couldn't refute.

She covered her forehead and couldn't help laughing, and she didn't know how to explain to Oman, so she could only put a hat on her holding her breath, pressed her head hard, and said, "I really don't care about you." Method."

"This shows that what I said is the truth."

"...Give you some color and you will open a dyeing workshop."

"What about your statement? I've already said what's on my mind, how about you?"

Aman bouncing along beside her, Song Ruoshi glanced at her and said, "It's still a long time, wait until next month to express your opinion."

She admitted that she was really moved by what Aman said.

She also admits that she is not as brave as Aman, and that she, who thinks she is a mature adult, is actually very timid.

It is a rare thing to have feelings for a person in so many years.She should not hastily decide to sever ties with Aman, in fact, it is not Aman who is naive, but herself.

The time is still very long, the years are very long, let's talk about it next month.

"What's your next job?"

"Shooting Mystery Case, I've already passed the audition."

Song Ruoshi paused, "Gu Qian from the crew is also here."

Aman was dissatisfied, pointed at Song Ruoshi and said, "You still pay attention to her! What about me? What about me?"

Song Ruoshi quickly explained: "I saw her post a post on Moments, didn't you have time to post it?"

"You block her for me."

"Don't talk? Ignore me, don't you?"

Song Ruo comforted Shun Mao: "I'll block it right away."

Even if Aman doesn't say anything, she still plans to delete Gu Qian's.

Soon, Oman posted a post on Moments.

[The performance teacher I invited, yeah, happy! 】

A side view of Song Ruoshi, she specially used a filter to make Song Ruoshi's face blurry, only those smiling eyes were extraordinarily clear in the photo.

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Today's wish, I hope there are little angels to leave me a message!hey-hey!