out of control wildfire

Chapter 11
Zhou Mian rushed to the studio to take pictures of the inside pages of the magazine, and after chatting with some of the artists he was collaborating with for a while, he finally got off work.

When she got back into the car, she fully adjusted the backrest of the co-pilot and lay flat.

Zhu Jiang originally thought she was going to sleep, but when she turned around, she found that she was reading a book: "Mianmian, you really have energy."

Daysleep hummed casually.

Zhu Jiang asked curiously: "Mianmian, since you majored in journalism, will you still do journalism in the future?"

Daysleep turned a page: "Do it."

Zhu Jiang was puzzled: "Then what about your current job?"

She and Zhou Mian have been very happy for more than a year. Zhou Mian is not like other artists. If Zhou Mian goes to do news, she may not be needed as an assistant.

Day Mian said lightly: "All paths are just to reach the destination. I do my current job to hope that many people will follow me, the more the better."

Zhu Jiang said puzzledly: "Of course this is the idea of ​​becoming a blogger."

Day sleep is not explained.

She knows very well that without influence, no one will listen to her, no matter how wronged or eager she is, she will not be able to do her best.

A kind person cannot tell right from wrong is stupid, a righteous person is incompetent without force, who doesn’t want to convey the voice of justice in the beginning?

But in a society where the jungle prevails, there are many times when the voice of the person with the loudest voice will be heard.

Being a blogger did not violate her original intention of being a journalist.

It's just that other people don't necessarily understand.

Zhu Jiang tentatively asked: "Mianmian, are you planning to fall in love with that rich second-generation handsome guy whose family runs a law firm? If so, his family is so rich and you are somewhat famous, so you should prepare public relations in advance, right?"

Day Mian closed his eyes and rested his mind: "For the time being, he is just a friend, but he is indeed the type I like, and he is also a very nice person."

Zhu Jiang understood, and asked: "Where do you want to go, or go home directly?"

Day Mian said casually: "Go home, I'll go back and practice my lines."

The next day, Shi Wang arrived at the drama club earlier than before for some unknown reason.

While sitting at the back reciting words, the girl next to me was discussing.

"Do you remember that dress you wore when Daysleep came for the first time? Looks so good."

Another person was not surprised: "Du Hushang Yueshenghua, he must be very rich, and his family seems to be well off."

The girl immediately took out her mobile phone and searched the brand, and found that the dress cost more than 1 yuan.

Just when Day Mian came in, the two who were still discussing her dress last time looked straight at her for an instant, and one of them couldn't help but exclaimed in a low voice, "It's so beautiful."

Shi Wang looked up.

She changed her hairstyle today, with light brown straight hair hanging behind her head. This color makes her look bright.

She wears a light orange printed shirt and a dark brown bamboo leaf pleated skirt, which are the same color as her hair. She wears a pair of white sneakers on her feet, but it makes Shi Wan feel like a furry little animal, with different parts The hair color is different but the color tone is roughly the same.

Even if she changes her hair color, she still looks stunningly beautiful, and even makes her look even more outstanding.

Others felt that with bright eyes and bright teeth, this hair color did not look like a traditional beauty, she was relatively free and romantic.

Shi Wan's gaze didn't linger long before he looked away seemingly nonchalantly.

Day Mian's expression was still indifferent, and he began to read the script after sitting in the last row.

I happened to be sitting next to the two girls.

One of them struck up a conversation: "Sister, do you live near the school?"

She hummed lightly.

The girl tentatively asked, "Isn't the house near the school expensive?"

Zhou Mian flipped through the information casually: "It's not bad."

The girl next to her sighed cautiously: "Senior sister looks like Bai Fumei."

She looked at the information, without any intention of putting gold on her face, and wrote lightly: "No, an ordinary family."

Shi Wan heard that her voice was a little hoarse, but he remembered that it was not hoarse yesterday.

And the vice president came in with dozens of cups of milk tea and shouted, "Brothers and sisters, your milk tea has arrived!"

Everyone looked over, rushed up and took the milk tea from him.

"It's so rare, the iron rooster plucks its feathers!"

"Do you have jasmine milk green?"

The vice president was surrounded by a group of people grabbing milk tea, and reminded loudly: "The milk tea I invited everyone to drink yesterday, half of the milk tea I bought and half of the coffee, you can see clearly."

Shi Wang didn't go to get it, and Zhi Mian didn't move either, but that didn't stop the enthusiastic members from showing their hospitality with milk tea.

There were several club members around Zhou Mian. She smiled in a friendly manner. Because her facial features were naturally smiling, she would look sincere as long as she smiled casually: "Thank you."

The girls she looked at were all embarrassed.

But in front of Shi Wang was an enthusiastic girl who brought it to him, let him put it down and ran away.

She saw it in the corner of her sleep, and looked away. She was like this when she was in high school. She wanted to be good for him, but she always kept a close distance, trying not to disturb him.

But he himself is not very good, and all the things done for him can be said to be in vain.

After a while, Lu Yuan came over and found that Shi Wan hadn't moved at all: "Hey, Shi Wan, don't you drink?"

Shi Wan's writing pen paused for a moment.

He can't drink things like milk tea and coffee, and he hasn't had one since he lost his hearing.

He was about to say a few perfunctory words when Zhou Mian picked up his cup of coffee, opened it and took a sip.

With white milk froth around her mouth, she said lightly, "This cup is mine."

Shi Huang froze, he stared at her fixedly, while Day Mian acted naturally, long eyelashes drooping down, covering the thick pupils.

Her dark eyes are actually a bit small, and they look a little evil when looking at people, which is contrary to the meekness of the crescent-shaped eyes. She seems to be rebellious and unruly in her heart, but when she lowers her eyelids, the softness and tranquility on the surface take over.

It's another look of her.

Shiliang's heartbeat speeds up unconsciously.

Lu Yu suddenly realized that there was also a glass in front of Day Mian, and he thought it belonged to Day Mian: "I thought the glass in front of Day Mian belonged to her, so you two are not afraid of taking the wrong one?"

Zhou Mian's heart was as calm as a pool of stagnant water: "Yeah."

She gently placed the cup of coffee on the table.

But it has nothing to do with time.

Shi Wang raised his eyes and said in a low and cold voice: "President, are you very free?"

Lu Yao waved his hand: "You talk about you, it's me, the npc, who has trouble."

Having gone a long way, Shi Huang pushed the paper on the table in the direction of day sleep.

Zhou Mian said quietly: "What do you mean?"

Shi Yu tapped the corners of his mouth with his knuckles.

Daysmian reacted, she took out a piece of paper and wiped it clean.

Shi Wang looked at her.

Her lips are very beautiful, the color is like cherries, the lip lines are clear, the corners of the mouth are slightly upward, and the lips are full. Even if there is no temptation, there will be ambiguity of seduction. Just look at her to know how seductive her lips are. Ninety-nine percent.

Flowers born on the moon in Shanghai are indeed feminine and ambiguous born in response to the moon.

Zhou Mian turned her head and stopped talking to him.

But Shi Huang was slightly confused.

(End of this chapter)