I want to help Xu Yue get closer to Song Yu.

Because she knew how much Xu Yue liked Song Yu.

Since Song Yu's debut, he has gone from a new fan to an old fan, from an unknown little translucent to the current president of the fan club.

She is indispensable to every poster of a kiss sign pillow.

This time, Xu Nuo also asked Xu Yue for an autograph on the escape room variety show, handed it to Xu Yue, and said helplessly: "Look, your idol's signature."

Xu Yue liked it very much, and her eyes suddenly lit up. She felt that the fatigue in her heart was wiped out and she threw herself down, "Thank you sister!"

"You, you." Xu Nuo lit the girl's forehead and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"Go to bed early."

"Yeah, I'll control the review."

Looking at the sign-in of the wedding, Xu Yue patted her face, so she didn't think too much, and was full of energy to rush on Weibo.

No matter what the online storm is, after this episode of variety show, all the variety show scripts were thrown to her for a while, and even Fu Qingling was poked countless times before the broadcast, and was urged by fans to make a reservation.

The agent was heartbroken and received several good endorsements from Ranbai. He also felt that Ranbai was really good at choosing scripts and variety shows, so he took a bunch of them for Ranbai.

But Ranbai did not take on variety shows anymore, but chose a script.

"Didn't return?" The agent raised his eyebrows: "This drama is a big male lead drama, adapted from a popular IP. Most of the female characters in it are confidantes or some unremarkable supporting roles, and they don't have many scenes, and there is no villain suitable for you."

"You can choose a female lead script with your popularity and status now." The agent looked at Ran Bai seriously, "There is no need to watch supporting roles anymore. Fu Qingling and the real murderer are enough, and it is not good to always play supporting roles."

"I like this drama." Ranbai smiled halfway and said lazily: "Supporting roles can also be outstanding."

"..." Why is her artist obsessed with supporting roles?

The agent sighed and read the script again.

Putting aside other things, this drama itself is also a big production and is easy to explode.

If you play a supporting role, it won't take long, so that's fine.

"It's okay to take on this drama. I have some good resources here. They are all female leads, so you have to choose one."

Ranbai looked at the script with his eyes down and nodded casually.

"No Return" is a drama about the Republic of China adapted from a popular IP. It mainly tells the story of a generation of heroes defending their country in the war-torn Republic of China century.

Protect the peace of a city and be respected by the world.

It is said that the position of the male lead is always empty. It is not that no one wants to play such a drama. It is just that the director seems to have fallen in love with the role in his mind and has been asking that person to play it. I don’t know who is so famous, but this is just a rumor, and there is no fixed number.

Ranbai only plays his favorite roles, which is a law.

There are not many female characters in "No Return", with confidantes and villain spies each accounting for half, but each character has its own story and main line, and is not a pendant.

Because it was from the Republic of China, when I went to the audition site that day, I wore a cheongsam that I only wore very few when I was wearing.

The moon is white, the collar and sleeves of the cheongsam are embroidered with exquisite ancient patterns, and the long legs are very suitable for the cheongsam. It appears and appears as you walk, with long hair reaching the waist, elegant and noble, and has a breathtaking aura. She is a woman who can wear wild and defensive clothes even in cheongsams.

This is Han Zhe’s first impression.

He put the steering wheel with one hand and tried a little harder, his eyes dark and heavy, and he casually stroked the girl's waist with a grip, just outlined by the cheongsam.

The waist is so thin.

Suitable for playing.

He thought lightly, laughed shortly, his tone was low and magnetic. He raised his hand to pull the collar and unbuttoned the two shirts at will, making his collarbone appear faintly.

Then he speeded up, drove forward, and honked at Ran Bai next to the street.

Ranbai just got out of the taxi and walked towards the audition direction, but stopped behind him with a harsh sound of the car horn.

It's not over yet.

Ranbai turned around and sneered.

Before she could walk over and knock on the car window.

The expensive and sexy red sports car parked beside her, slowly lowered the window, revealing the handsome and tough side face of the man.

He smiled romantically, a little elegant, a little slutty, and his single skin was enough to charm thousands of girls.

"Miss Song." Han Zhe half-placed his hand outside the car window, with slender and seductive joints, and his phoenix eyes were narrow and passionate. His eyes were staring at Ranbai, sticky and ambiguous, but not annoying. "Do you need to take a ride?"

"No need." Ranbai looked at Han Zhe for two or three seconds, his eyes went from top to bottom, and finally smiled slightly, his tone was scattered, with a thorn: "I thought Mr. Han's car broke down, but I didn't expect to get a ride. It seems that repairs can be done."

"A beauty can be repaired." Han Zhe smiled frivolously, intentionally saying: "For example, Miss Song."

"Mr. Han should look for someone else." Ranbai was not fair and unrestrained: "I'm not interested in playing games with you here."

"How can it be a game?" Han Zhe leaned back, his long legs crossed, and slowly curled his lips: "I have a sincere heart to Miss Song."

"That Mr. Han's true feelings are quite rampant."

Ranbai had no expression when he spoke, and his attitude was so cold that he almost wrote three big words on his body, so he got away.

The eyes of the eyebrows are filled with coldness, which makes them seem unattainable but particularly confusing.

Han Zhe used to think that Song Bai was just a little thing he raised, so he threw it away when he was tired of playing.

But after throwing it away, he realized that this gadget was always pretending to be good-looking, and he was really hateful but deserved to be damn.

He did try to cut it off with just one knife, but now he has changed his mind.

Han Zhe became more and more interested in the true face of Miss Song. He wanted to see how many surprises Song Bai could give him.

"Miss Song." Han Zhe narrowed his eyes, thinking, and his true heart was mixed with false feelings, which made people unable to tell the difference between true and false. Finally, he fell into it. The light and shadow fell on his naturally elegant eyebrows and elegant eyes, and his phoenix eyes were also lit up. He smiled with a cynical and unrestrained attitude, low-key, like a joke and a bewitching: "Let's start over?"

Ranbai listened to Han Zhe's words, and had no expression, and now there was no emotional fluctuation. She stood there condescendingly, with the beautiful cheongsam waist of the moon and white cheongsam, the poet's favorite picture. The gentle wind in early summer fell on her eyebrows, but it looked like the snowflakes in winter.

She also smiled, "Don't you find it boring?"

Han Zhe paused for a moment and didn't say anything.

The person in front of him leaned over with one hand on the car window. The curve of his chin was exquisite and beautiful, and his expression was cold and distant, which was a real sense of distantness.

"Start again? Being a pet?" She didn't want to care about Song Bai's previous affairs with Han Zhe. No matter what the result was, it had nothing to do with others. It was over here. Unexpectedly, Han Zhe became interested instead.
Chapter completed!