The president of the rebirth of the movie queen lives next door

Chapter 290 Dear Grandpa

cloudy day.

The sky above was a heavy smoky gray.

Shen Pianxuan was sitting on a chair by the river, turning over the script and brewing her feelings. The wind was very strong, and she stretched out her hand from time to time to put the hair blown on her face behind her ears.

During the movement, a beautifully contoured side face and red tear moles at the corners of the eyes are revealed.

It's really pretty in the light of day.

When he stretched out his hand again, there was another click next to his ear.

Shen Pianliu's fingers froze, she turned her head and Yan Yi had already retracted the phone.

These days, she has gotten used to this person taking pictures from time to time, and after being interrupted, she just gave him a hard look, then lowered her head and continued to read the script.

Not far away, Du Ruo's eyes were red with jealousy, as if he wanted to smash the phone.

The director called out to start the play.

Shen Pianli closed the script and stood up, walking out briskly.

The cool wind blew across the wide river and rushed to a further place.

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At the same time, it was raining heavily in Yungang thousands of miles away.

In the old British-style manor, the old man walked into the study slowly, took off his coat, and someone respectfully took it over and hung it on the carved hanger by the door.

Then he sat down in front of the desk, with a tired look on his face, and said lightly,

"Open the window."

The painted glass windows were opened as promised, and the sound of thunder and rain rushed in. In the dark sky, lightning like silver snakes flashed from time to time, plowing out thousands of vertical and horizontal ravines in the vast sky.

The strong wind blows, pulling the gorgeous retro-style curtains in front of the window and flying them in a mess.

The old man sighed faintly, and said with no emotion,
"It's been a long time since Yungang has had such a heavy rain."

"Yes," the speaker was Huo Lang, who had been Huo Chengde's bodyguard for more than ten years. He was a shadowy existence. He was talking to the old man in a gossip-like tone at the moment.

"I heard that the city is currently blocked, and there was a traffic accident at the intersection of Fenghuang. The young master is on his way to the airport, and I am afraid that he is also blocked."

Huo Chengde laughed,
"This kid must be swearing again, let him block it."

Amidst the pattering rain, another gust of wind swept in through the window, and a pile of documents on the desk was blown over and flew into the air.

The white fluttering papers rustled and landed on the table again, overlapping in a mess.

Huo Lang immediately stepped forward and began to tidy up, the old man's eyes swept over the messy documents.

Not knowing what he saw, his eyes suddenly moved.

Before Huo Lang packed it up, he took out a sheepskin-colored envelope from inside.

"what is this?"

Huo Lang glanced at the envelope and thought for a while before saying,

"When I went to the imperial capital before, a little girl said that I forgot to throw away the letter from her friend, and put it in the study among a pile of documents."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to take the envelope.

The old man was silent for a moment, then handed him the envelope, but stopped him from walking towards the trash can, and said,
"Open it, it's okay to have a look at it when you have nothing to do."

Huo Lang nodded, carefully took out the knife, carefully cut open the envelope, then picked up a corner of the letter paper with his fingers, and the paper unfolded without any abnormality.

He touched the whole piece of paper carefully, and then held the letter paper and handed it to the old man respectfully.

Huo Chengde took it over, and saw the first sentence under the turned on desk lamp.

That is the beginning of the letter, the most stereotyped prefix that everyone will use.

Dear.

After this prefix, comes the formal title.

grandpa.

dear grandpa.

Thunder exploded outside the window, and the strong wind blowing from the sea brought downpours of rain, flooding the entire city.

And in this stable and quaint manor, inside an open stained glass window, the old man suddenly reached out to cover his heart.

(End of this chapter)