You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

Originally, Qing Mang wanted to keep the ears of corn for the night, but he just asked, and he waved his hand, hurriedly saying no, then pulled Gu Lin and just slipped away.

The speed of the walking seems like if you take a step slower, you will be forced to stay by Qing Mang.

Qing Mang was dazed by this. When Gu Sui was walking, she stood on the stairs with an indifferent face. Is she so scary? She just wants to chat together at night, won't you give it this way?

As if she could eat the ears, what she could do, she was so wronged.

Qingmang was lying on the sunny wicker chair, looking very boring. Lu Yanmu was in the study, so she was too embarrassed to harass him again, lest he piled up a lot of work and didn't deal with it.

Should she think of something to do? I always feel that the recent days seem to be too simple. After the college entrance examination, it should be the day when "Yi Shi Fang Hua" starts. She has to take advantage of this time of preparation to enter the house and learn from others.

Should she shoot a short film to prove her ability first? Even if Ji Jinchen is threading a needle on the side, it might not be enough for everyone to teach it.

She admitted that in terms of shooting techniques, Mu Xiao's shooting was impeccable, which is why she would want to follow him.

It's a pity that he never accepts disciples, and he wants to steal the teacher, which is probably a bit suspicious.

Green Mang nestled in a wicker chair, thinking about what kind of short films to shoot that can not only reflect the story, but also make the film beautiful and fascinating.

Sure enough, the director is a mental job.

Many directors cannot have both, always taking into account one of them, and ignoring the other level. Putting aside the rest, she really admired Mu Xiao.

"The First Generation of Fanghua" she has decided, what kind of method can she use to impress this stubborn old man.

Rewriting a small script may not necessarily win his favor, but if you directly adopt the script of "The First Life", you will definitely be suspected of leaking the script in advance and directly sell Ji Jinchen.

Is it possible to strip out the movie scenes he directed before? Take one with your own insights?

Qingmang leaned on the wicker chair, holding his head in his mind, thinking that at the end, it seemed that he had been entangled in it, and it was very tangled.

When Lu Yanmu returned after handling the things at hand, he didn't see the green light at a glance, and there was a flash of disappointment in his eyes.

When I walked in the cloakroom, I faintly heard the sound of the sun wicker chair shaking, and my brows were slightly frowned. When I walked over, I saw the frown of the green brows, looking very bored.

Standing by the balcony, Lu Yanmu asked in a cold voice, "What?"

The pensive Qingmang didn't hear Lu Yanmu's voice at all. After returning to his senses, he was almost taken aback, clutching his heart and patted, "Why are you walking without sound? It scares me to death."

Lu Yanmu raised his eyebrows, "You think too deeply."

The implication is that she didn't listen carefully, but instead blamed him?

Qing Mang tilted his head and leaned on the wicker chair, "You scare me when you know I'm thinking." The words were very resentful.

Lu Yanmu couldn't help but laugh a little. He glanced at the green mansions, his face was sad and cute, and he asked in a calm voice, "What do you think?"

I don't want her character as much as I can think deeply.