Chapter 3505 When I Become a Scumbag Actor (1)

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It was raining at night.

The chill gradually deepened.

The originally dark street was illuminated by the lights of the car, and it was tiled in the distance.

A pale and thin figure stopped in front of that famous car. Standing in the wind and rain, his whole body was soaked, and his expression was hidden in the night. Although he was in a state of embarrassment, he still had a pitiful feeling.

The street is completely silent, hardly any sound.

The scene seemed to freeze.

a long time,

The door was gently pushed open.

The first thing I saw was those slender and straight legs. There was some kind of seductive abstinence for no reason. A slender and tall figure walked out unhurriedly. In the middle of the night, one could see the cold and deep contour.

He was holding a black umbrella to block the rain, his brows and eyes were hazy, adding a bit of mystery, and the hand holding the handle of the umbrella was fair and beautiful.

Every move is full of elegance, like a real nobleman, a clear and noble son who comes out of an ancient painting, gentle and noble.

The two stood in the rain, not far apart.

It's a world of difference.

One person is particular about the extreme, but the other person is full of embarrassment.

The girl's lips moved, trembling very slightly, she was drenched and trembling, her voice was unbelievably soft, as if it would break at any moment, with a few traces of unwilling begging and expectation, she palely asked three Word: "Why."

It's been raining,

The man's face was hidden under the shadow of the umbrella bone, so he couldn't see it clearly, but he could vaguely distinguish the extremely deep and gentle eyebrows and eyes. Standing in the wind and rain, his figure was very straight, showing a bit of carelessness in this cold night. cold.

"If Ms. Song must want an answer..." He seemed to smile very lightly, but it was indifferent, his thin lips were slightly raised, with an indescribable mockery, and his voice Deep and magnetic, gripping, like a lover's murmur, and when talking about love, it is even more lingering. This is such a good voice, but it expresses countless misfortunes.

The girl's face became paler and paler.

She stepped back step by step, panicked.

Tottering in the wind and rain.

The street was dark, only the lights of the cars were on and off, and the rain fell mercilessly on the ground, causing circles of ripples, breaking the accumulated water circle, and reflecting the dark and broken sky.

The chill can penetrate from the cracks in the bones of a person, bit by bit, into the heart.

"I'm sorry." He was polite, tall and tall in the night, very careless, always smiling gently and elegantly, and said three words lightly: "It's too cheap.

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the voice fell,

The girl's face turned pale in an instant, her figure was on the verge of falling, and she was shrouded in near-desperate emotions.

The young man was holding a black umbrella, and his emotions were always indifferent. He looked down at her with condescending eyes, and there was a faint smile in those affectionate peach blossom eyes, which seemed indifferent and mocking. , but there is no wave of affection.

Turn around and get on the car gracefully.

Even the back view reveals a sense of indifference and indifference.

It is clearly a clean and gentle existence like a bright moon, but it is ruthless.

The car faded away from sight.

In the dark, empty streets,

She was left alone.

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Countless pictures squeezed into my mind in an instant, almost bursting, blank and chaotic.

At the moment when Ranbai regained consciousness, he could clearly feel some kind of extreme unwillingness remaining in the original owner's chest.

She opened her eyes suddenly.

His eyes are sharp.

into the scene before me,

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There are some dim and misty lights, the spacious and large box, the melody of the music reverberates in the ears, and there are a few people sitting on the dark red sofa, not many, and they are full of luxury.

And Ranbai was standing at the door of the box, the dim light hit her body, and she didn't have any temperature.

Numerous pictures flashed intermittently in front of my eyes, disorganized.

In the end, it was frozen in the misty and rainy night, the man was holding an umbrella, with peach blossom eyes and a smile.

Gentle as jade, unparalleled in the world.

It is not an exaggeration to use these eight words to describe it.

This is the chaotic memory of the original owner himself, as well as the strong emotion of extreme unwillingness.

The plot has not been transmitted yet, so it is even more confusing in these fragmented memories.

This is probably a box of a certain high-end club, just looking at the people inside, they are either rich or expensive.

"Miss Song, what are you doing standing there in a daze, sit down."

One of the young men looked at her sideways, narrowed his eyes slightly, as if trying to discern who it was, and after pausing for two seconds as if thinking about it, he waved to her lazily, smiling frivolously and loosely, from There was a bit of joking in his tone.

"..."

Don't know a single person.

There is no plot, but Ranbai is still very calm.

It's just that there is a wet touch on the cheeks, and the teardrops wet the eyelashes, and slide down the cheeks drop by drop.

The kind of crying that can't be stopped.

"?!"

Ranbai was startled.

She reached out to touch her eyes, and sure enough, she touched tears, and she was still crying.

Han Zhe looked at the girl standing at the door of the box with no expression on his face. It was a biting day, but she was wearing a thin and delicate snow-white dress, which outlined a slender waist and looked thin and beautiful. She looks like a protective girl.

The originally clean and beautiful facial features were painted with light makeup, and looked very pure, like a student who has not been deeply involved in the world. The clear eyes were half full of tears, and the slender eyelashes trembled slightly. The tears set off the transparent paleness of the complexion, crying The pear blossoms bring rain.

Very pitiful.

pity.

He has seen this trick a lot.

Too cookie cutter.

boring.

He sized it up a few times, and upon seeing this, he smiled slightly, with a hint of sarcasm that shouldn't be noticed, biting a cigarette with his thin lips, lazily looking at the sofa, his handsome features were captivating, "Why are you crying, Miss Song?"

"What a beauty, this crying is so annoying..." My heart aches.

Before he finished speaking, his tone was lazy and joking, as if he was watching a play.

But without warning, I heard a word whispered out of the girl's mouth.

"Depend on."

"..." Han Zhe: "?"

Did he hear wrong?

Ran Bai really couldn't hold back a word, she had endured the inexplicable thing drawn out by this rubbish lottery to the extreme, and she kept crying after seeing the ghost, and couldn't stop.

"Host!!" Feng Luo saw the plane and heard Ranbai's words, emphasizing: "Calm down! Let's stay calm!"

"People can't collapse!"

Dye Bai: "Go away."

Feng Luo: "..."

It silently squats in the corner and draws circles.

Why is it always the one that gets hurt.

Not only Han Zhe heard it, but other people also heard it. They were probably a little surprised and looked up at her one after another.

With a blank expression on his face, Ranbai walked over directly, took out a tissue on the table and wiped away his tears, and finally stopped crying.

"Thank you, I don't want to cry either."

Han Zhe was silent for two seconds, watching her movements, suddenly smiled, and raised the corners of his lips: "Sit."