The queen of poisonous milk in the entertainment industry

Chapter 207
Coffee and scented tea were quickly served by the waiter. Li Ya had no desire to talk, and neither did Wu Sitong. The two of them sketched the characters in their hearts while watching the pedestrians coming and going outside the window.

Wu Sitong took out his notebook and began to write his observations on the paper. There are basically only a few types of people who go shopping in the central city on working days.

Rich housewives, rich gnawing elders, and students with time, the age group is basically from 15 to 45 years old.

Of course, there are some with children, but Wu Sitong didn't record it in her notebook, because she felt that children who were so different in age from her, definitely didn't need her to play them.

Aren't there child actors?

People after the age of 45 rarely see it, or those who can go shopping here early in the morning will not look as old as they are after the age of 45.

That kind of auntie will only appear in supermarkets and vegetable markets in the morning. Things like buying clothes cannot delay the urge to bargain in the morning.

Wu Sitong looked at the passers-by outside the window and felt that he could not observe anything. Some walked hurriedly, and some walked slowly, but who were they, what kind of family did they have, and what stories were behind them?
She has no idea.

She couldn't tell from those unfamiliar faces, and she wasn't interested in famous brands, so it was impossible for her to tell who was rich and who was not.

Everyone is dressed brightly.

There were still more women pedestrians on the street, and a man suddenly appeared in front of Wu Sitong's eyes.

Her eyes lit up, haha, finally she has a goal, this man is surrounded by a beautiful woman, but just looking at his expression, she feels that he must be forced.

The face is full of helplessness, plus it is a working day, the man should look in his 30s, it is impossible for a man of this age to not have a job.

But he showed up on the street on a weekday morning with his girlfriend by his side, so he must be here for shopping.

Wu Sitong scribbled down everything she could observe, from a man's expression, clothing, walking posture to talking to a woman.

Just when the man was about to walk out of Wu Sitong's sight range, he and his girlfriend suddenly quarreled on the street.

"It's a quarrel, too. Since I'm with my girlfriend during working hours, it proves that I have asked for leave. Since I have asked for leave, it proves that the two of them have important things to buy, but the man's impatient expression is too obvious. Definitely It's noisy!"

Wu Sitong muttered to himself.

Li Ya didn't want to talk to Wu Sitong, and kept holding the pen in her hand. She was also observing the people outside the window, but she felt that those people were ordinary passers-by, and she didn't know what she was going to write at all.

Hearing Wu Sitong's words, I didn't want to talk to Wu Sitong at first, but when I thought about my homework, I had to bow my head, "Where is the fight? Where?"

Wu Sitong pointed in Li Ya's direction, "There."

Li Ya turned around and found that the quarreling person was difficult to observe from her perspective, and then she made the right choice between completing the homework and fighting with Wu Sitong, she sat down next to Wu Sitong, and she saw the quarrel at the end of the perspective two people.

People who are arguing are better observed than pedestrians who are walking. Li Ya is very curious about what Wu Sitong has written, so she stretches her head to look at her notebook, only to see that Wu Sitong's notebook is densely packed with words.

It wrote the observation conclusions from students to housewives, from eyes to gestures, from gestures to gait, from gait to dressing.Just reading the text, the female form on the CBD street appeared in her mind, from old to young.

Li Ya looked at Wu Sitong in surprise, and continued to look back. The notebook focused on the quarreling couple, and even wrote a sentence on it, "There must be a quarrel on the way home or on the way."

(End of this chapter)