"Is there something going on at home?" A young voice came from the mountains, and the sweet voice in the soft memories was so clear at this moment, how many years have passed.

Leng Shumo's body stiffened, and the half of the cigarette between his fingertips fell on the carpet in the office, and his trance eyes looked straight at Wen Wan.

Wen Wan breathed a little, her master has always been a careless flower butterfly, from his eyes, he could see the so-called affectionate style that Gu Yunhao pretended to be that day, the flower butterfly became a saint? Even if it was only for a moment, the sun came out in the west.

Before Wen Wan could react, a pair of trembling fingertips touched her eyebrows, and then her eyes, Leng Shumo didn't know when he was already standing in front of her, leaning over to maintain a condescending posture, his eyes at the moment made her a little scared, the deep peach blossom eyes locked her eyes deeply, motionless, as if to see her through, that look seemed to be remembering something, who was he looking at through her?

"Master, what's wrong with you? I'm gentle! Wen Wan reminded softly.

Hearing this, Leng Shumo smiled lowly, a trace of self-deprecating arc passed by his thin lips, and his fingers left his gentle eyes, Leng Shumo, what are you doing, are you so useless?

"From today, I will officially take you to the entrance, pack yourself up at seven o'clock in the evening, and take you to a long experience!" Leng Shumo turned around and picked up the cigarette butt on the carpet, threw it into the trash, and then turned his back to her, "You go down, remember to clean yourself up!" ”

Slowly exited the director's office, and when the door was closed, Wen Wan couldn't help but look at him again.

Leng Shumo stood in front of the window and was straight, and the thick sunlight outside the window hit him, making him more and more lonely, as if the whole world had abandoned him.

Since the first time she saw her master, Wen Wan felt that this man had a strong charm, and he always couldn't help but attract people's eyes, he was bewitching, temperamental, and talented............

It has the conditions of a female killer.

In her opinion, Leng Shumo is always very powerful, so powerful that every minute makes a woman ignore a moth to the fire.

But today's Leng Shumo, his body is filled with a sadness, rubbing the sadness of his longing, he seems to be nostalgic for someone, and the warmth of summer seems to have nothing to do with him.

Wen Wan's heart ached slightly, and she remembered a sentence, the more flowery people are, the more infatuated they are, such a person has a place in his heart.........

It's either empty and locked, or it's too full to fit people.

Damn, such a specific light, such a specific person, such a specific back, Ya is in line with the setting of the tragic male protagonist in romance novels.

Flower butterfly, have you taken the pathostic route instead?

That's really............

It's so thunderous

Wen Wan stepped on the empty stairs, and before she could scream, the whole person lost her center of gravity, her head was empty, and her body fell down.

The director's office is located on the 22nd floor in the most elegant and spacious place, why is it called the most elegant and generous? It is because of the white luxury marble paved steps in front of her, the cascading arc setting, like the stone pillars on the ancient court worship road, originally Wen Wan still felt that this step was so beautiful that she felt that she was walking on the road to heaven, but now she is going to fall directly from this heaven to hell.

Just when Wen Wan's eyes were closed and she didn't dare to look at her crippled posture, her arms tightened, and her face that was about to roll down the steps did not touch the ground.

"Beauty, how can you be careless!" There was a flirtatious laughter in my ears