"Polya!"

Jian Han woke up from her sleep, her eyes were staring at the ceiling blankly, her whole mind was still immersed in a dream, she seemed to be the only friend who was recognized, the helpless girl brought to his father, and the palpitations of being betrayed still existed.

"Don't be afraid—"

Hehe, don't be afraid.

She's also the stubborn girl who, by a few place names I've only heard, has rekindled the flame of hope-

No matter what, you can't defeat her!

Jian Han's gaze finally had focus, she slowly turned her head, and her gaze also turned from the ceiling to the pillow, which was a booklet that had been carefully wrapped in Oxford paper, not too thick.

On the cover, there are several neat Chinese, handmaiden wars.

A few days ago, Director Potter handed her the latest version of "The Handmaid's War", and in the past few days, she has been studying the script, figuring out the psychology of the characters from time to time, but she didn't expect that there would be such an unexpected effect.

I had such a vivid dream, as if she had really become that stubborn, unyielding girl, Polya.

Jian Han stretched out his hand, picked up the script, slowly stroked the cover, and let out a light sigh of satisfaction, every character in this is so brilliant, whether it is an archon who looks extremely amiable and is actually scheming, or little Anthony, who is assertive and can judge the situation at critical moments-

Even the first lady, a few simple appearances, can make people's brains make up a big drama of love and hatred, and everyone is not simply face-painted.

Jian Han couldn't help but look forward to her new role, such a wonderful script, all of them were disgusted by Director Potter, and she needed to use her new role as the finishing touch, how great should her new role be? !

Director Potter has already said that before getting on the plane, the screenwriters who worked all night will send the newly revised script over-

Thinking of this, although it was still early, Jian Han couldn't sleep at all.

She couldn't help but open the script again, and read the booklet for the Nth time, which was already about to be memorized.

……

Director Christo is having a dream: he sits in the middle of a full theater, and on the screen in front of him, his new film, Bloodline, is being screened.

This is the third and last part, and the plot is released to the climax of the whole series - the Avenger Duke of the Blood Rose resurrected his lover, and the Grand Duke of Tulip, who had been sleeping for a hundred years, also appeared at the same time, and the Duke of Lilac of the Night, who was disliked by his biological father and fooled by his adoptive father, also came out of the shadows.

The sleeping beauty of the blood clan, who was like a girl, slowly stood up from the transparent crystal coffin, slowly opened her eyes, looked at the three handsome men one by one, and said three words of sorry in different tones-

Then, in the desperate roar of the three men, a beam of light fell, and the peerless beauty turned into ashes little by little in the beam of light, and disappeared.

Perfect!

Knowing that it was a dream, Director Christo looked at the screen, the three Oscar winners who had tortured him, his handsome face was distorted by despair and pain, and he couldn't help laughing: "Hahahahahahaha-"

That's it! It's just that you are so miserable and desperate!

Just when he was in an extremely sour mood, a shadow appeared above him, in the shadow, cold, as if the devil's blue eyes, staring at him without the slightest expression, accompanied by the man's gloomy threat: "Quickly resurrect my wife, or I will leave immediately!" Don't think I'll shoot even a quarter of a scene! ”

Director Christo shuddered, and then looked at the screen, the beauty of the blood clan that should have disappeared went back in time and returned to its original state, and then, in a terrible, piercing, drum sound, she ran to the arms of the Duke of Lilac of the Night without hesitation!

"No—"

Director Christo opened his mouth wide and let out a hoarse roar, no!! That's your son!! Free Chinese

The lover who betrayed you, the husband who was abandoned by you!

Which one doesn't smell!

It's okay to take both!

"No, no—"

Director Christo shook his head on the pillow frantically, shouted no hoarsely, and finally struggled out of the nightmare.

For a moment, director Christo thought he was still asleep, because the terrible, piercing, drumming was still bombarding his ears.

After a while, he frowned tightly and looked around in disgust, there were dozens of alarm clocks of different shapes, high and low were placed on the wardrobe, on the treasure shelf, all with him as the center, radiating to the surroundings.

The point is, it's all out of his reach!

Director Christo gritted his teeth and cursed, picked up the white feather pillow, turned over, and buried his head deep under the feather pillow.

In the next second, the alarm clocks that had tormented him for a long time finally quieted down collectively.

At the same time, Mrs. Christo's somewhat sexy husky voice sounded: "Honey, how about these limited-edition alarm clocks from LV that I bought?" ”

"They make the same sound as their chic shapes, like this little cutie in the shape of a piano, well, it's Beethoven's serenade, listen, how beautiful."

"It's a violin, oh oh, Canon, Mi-Rui-Do-Si-la-huh-, ah, that's so beautiful-"

"Trumpet, trombone, timpani, tambourine, harp—"

"That's right! We now have a symphony orchestra! ”

"Ah, there are a few musical instruments from Huaguo, which are also very beautiful, such as this one called Pipa, it is really cute, well, Jane said that this song is called Ambush on All Sides-"

"This guqin is also very cute, this song is called Alpine Flowing Water, and this is a very sad story, about friendship, yes, this is what Jane told me!"

"That's right, the most amazing thing in this should be this instrument called suona, you listen, OMG, you can't hear the sound of any instrument!"

That's it!

This piercing ears and brains, making people even kick the coffin board open after death, making the souls of the deceased tremble wildly, hell the piercing sound!

Director Christo got out from under the pillow and roared wildly: "Hell! Shut the damn thing! Closed! ”

"If you don't want to be a widow yet!"

Mrs. Christo hesitated for a moment as she picked up the small suona-shaped alarm clock, and after a moment, turned off the deafening sound.

She looked regretful: "Uh, dear, I have to say, your final offer is really tempting-"

Widow!

Rich widow!

It couldn't be more wonderful!