They ordered some more things, placed an order, chatted for a while, and soon, the takeout arrived.

Su Yue picked up a chicken leg casually, gnawed on one side, and drank a cup of milk tea in the other hand, her cheeks were full.

"Come on, come on, eat slowly. Zheng Mingze smiled and picked up the cup of coffee he ordered.

The two quickly swept away the food on the table.

Su Yue instructed: "Mr. Zheng, help me throw away the garbage." ”

If other artists dare to talk to Zheng Mingze like this, Zheng Mingze will definitely be furious and immediately fire that artist. However, this person is Su Yue, so that's another matter. He nodded obediently, picked up a little garbage and prepared to throw it away: "Throw a little first, you can't take so much, you can throw it together." ”

Su Yue answered, picked up the remaining garbage, and the two cleaned up the things.

Zheng Mingze sat down and asked Su Yue to sit down as well: "Su Yue, do you want me to help you practice the content of filming in a few days?"

"Xie Zheng always cares. Su Yue smiled slightly, "However, I have practiced all these lines." ”

However, there are only lines in the script. Zheng Mingze said, "Mu Xuelan in the play is a versatile person, she knows many things, she knows everything, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, are you too?"

Su Yue thought about it secretly, she knows how to play guqin and chess, but calligraphy and painting ......

Let's put aside painting, for calligraphy, she really has to practice, otherwise she will definitely wear goofs when filming.

Looking up at Zheng Mingze, he looked sincere, he should really want to teach her to practice calligraphy, and he would not use the excuse to do that kind of thing for men and women, Su Yue put his mind at ease: "Okay! ”

Zheng Mingze happily put away all the documents on the table about filming, took out pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and began to teach Su Yue from holding the brush, almost hand-in-hand.

Zheng Mingze has never been so interested in a woman, and he doesn't know why he loves Su Yue so much, is he interested in her appearance, or does he value her acting skills? Or is it love at first sight, there is no reason to be favored?

However, Su Yue also knows that Zheng Mingze is just a hurried passer-by in her life, Su Yue is resolutely not going to have a relationship with Zheng Mingze, at most, she will go beyond the relationship between ordinary presidents and artists, and become confidants with each other.

Su Yue can also see that Zheng Mingze is not pretending, but really likes her.

It didn't take long for Su Yue to master the basic techniques of calligraphy, and she was already able to write calligraphy that was reasonable, so happy that Zheng Mingze praised her.

Su Yue lowered her head again and continued to practice under Zheng Mingze's guidance.

At this moment of silence, a doorbell and a knock suddenly sounded outside the door.

I heard a female voice again: "This gentleman, don't make any noise with the president! Please, if the president knows, I will be punished." ”

"Isn't this the voice of my female secretary? What happened? Su Yue, please go and take a look. Zheng Mingze said politely.

Su Yue nodded, put the brush on the inkstone, and trotted over, looking out from the cat's eye.

Su Yue looked at it and felt really funny. What sir, it was clearly Chen Zhiling, a boy who was only fifteen years old, maybe because he looked like an adult, and the female secretary of the president called him "sir".

This guy, how can you always find her?

If it was a pure coincidence that she was found on the set last time with Jiuxuanzong, then the third time I found her in the president's office, it should not be a coincidence.

Chen Zhiling saw that no one opened the door, so he was anxious, and shouted loudly while banging on the door: "Su Yue, I know you are inside!

The president's female secretary is still begging bitterly: "Sir, please stop arguing, really stop arguing! The president blames me, I'm going to be fired!"

Su Yue knew how anxious the female secretary was at the moment. Su Yue opened the door.

The door opened, and two people entered, a man and a woman. No need to ask, it must be Chen Zhiling and the president's female secretary.

Chen Zhiling burst in, closed the door, and looked at the president's office curiously.

The female secretary walked in front of Zheng Mingze, she didn't dare to come out, she lowered her head, and was very scared: "President, I'm sorry, I didn't stop it." ”

Zheng Mingze waved his hand: "It's okay! you go, I don't blame you." ”

When the female secretary heard this, she hurriedly bowed as if she had been granted amnesty, then opened the door and left.

"Chen Zhiling, I said have you seen enough?" Su Yue pulled Chen Zhiling's sleeve.

Chen Zhiling is still unsatisfied: "The president's office is really luxurious......"

"Chen Zhiling, let me ask you, how did you know I was here?" Su Yue asked loudly.

Chen Zhiling was so frightened that his legs shrank: "What are you doing so loudly? I sensed that you were here through my spiritual power, and I don't even know this, are you still considered a cultivator?"

Of course, Su Yue knew, but it was just to divert Chen Zhiling's attention.

Chen Zhiling saw the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table again: "Ah, Su Yue, it turns out that you are writing calligraphy, what are you doing running so far away, go back, I will teach you!"

"you, I'm practicing the scene when I'm filming, do you know what I'm going to write when I'm filming?" Su Yue said, "I think you should also practice well, this scene spans fourteen years, think about it, how do you play what you look like when you are twenty-nine years old?"

Chen Zhiling didn't answer her, and said to himself: "Wow, Su Yue, the calligraphy you write is so ugly! I'll write one for you!"

After speaking, Chen Zhiling picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and wrote on the paper.

Su Yue watched from behind.

Su Yue admitted that Chen Zhiling's calligraphy was much better than her writing, and she couldn't help but think, this kid really has two strokes!

Suddenly, Chen Zhiling's hand shook, and the ink spilled on the president's desk, and some spilled onto the paper.

Su Yue couldn't help but be furious, and shouted: "Chen, quality, Ling!"

Chen Zhiling shrank his neck and didn't dare to say anything.

Su Yue said: "Chen Zhiling, the president is so good to me, but you spilled all the ink he gave me to practice calligraphy, do you want to trap me in injustice?"

Zheng Mingze shook his head: "It's okay, isn't it just a bottle of ink? ”

After speaking, Zheng Mingze rang the bell, and the female secretary just now arrived.

Zheng Mingze ordered: "Furong, help me buy a bottle of ink for calligraphy." ”

"Yes. The female secretary answered.

Zheng Mingze said: "Okay, now the matter is solved!"

Chen Zhiling had to provoke the topic: "Su Yue, I sensed that you were eating with my mental power just now, why didn't you call me?"

"Who told you to be late!" Su Yue shrugged, "When you arrived, there was not even a bit of scum left in the takeaway we ordered!"