Woman, where to escape

After she left, in Qian Zhongyao's senior cadre ward, a military doctor wearing a military uniform and a white coat knocked on the door. When she was allowed to go in, she saw Qian Zhongyao standing lonely by the window and looking out.

He is Shao Yide, Qian Zhongyao's attending doctor. Seeing this, he closed the door with his back hand and couldn't help complaining: "zhongzi, why did you get up? If the commander knows that your tibial fracture is false, I..."

"Uncle Shao!" his eyes darkened. Qian Zhongyao still smiled, but the smile was a little cold: "don't worry, I can't carry something myself and fall on you."

Seeing that he didn't look very well, Shao Yide sighed. He just wanted to change his career. How could he make such a big noise... Alas, who let himself owe him a favor? It's the most difficult to repay the debt of favor.

At 8 p.m., the Academy of drama invited a famous drama performing artist, Professor Zhou from the General Political Department, to rehearse the play in the performance department's Broadcasting Hall (you are the lover of my life). Although only a few dozen selected student representatives participated in the performance, the tutor asked the students of the performance department to come and watch and study.

Element is one of the representatives of more than a dozen lucky students.

When she arrived, it was already 7:45. The studio hall was full of people. The room was full of brilliance and flying skirts, filled with a strong artistic atmosphere everywhere.

Under the bright light, the student representatives are holding the script and trying their best to write the lines. After all, for them, being appreciated by Professor Zhou will add a lot of weight to the future star path.

The male classmate who works with the elements is Wu chenle, the grass of the performance department.

At eight o'clock sharp, the rehearsal officially began, and everyone entered the role according to the script.

Being able to partner with the elements, Wu Xicao could not restrain his excitement. Like a hungry man who saw a bowl of boiling chicken soup noodles, he eagerly held her little hand and read out his lines according to the script. The magnetic bass was elegant and clear, and he was quite engaged in the performance.

"Dear Xiaomi, in this world, there is a man who always loves you. Whenever and wherever you need, he will appear beside you and interpret the most perfect love for you. Do you believe it? That man is right in front of you..."

According to the script, the element should be shy and timid, nod her head infinitely and say, "I know that person is you."

However, she didn't respond for a long time. She didn't move. She forgot her lines and hundreds of eyes staring at her.

Her flustered eyes rested on the man leaning against the side door of the studio.

His wolf like black eyes glowed, and his unhappy eyes looked straight at her hand held by Wu grass.

The heart sank and sank.

The man was haunted. He actually came to school. The line blocked his throat and opened his mouth, but he couldn't say it.

What the hell is he doing? She thought that she had made her meaning very clear.

She was entangled by the rich second generation of officials, rich and charming men. According to the logic of idol drama, she is also a phoenix flying on the branches. It's time to burn incense and worship Buddha, but in fact, she is just a pheasant.

"That classmate!"

"Cough, the classmate who plays Xiaomi!"

In the studio, bursts of laughter broke out, and the element recovered from his thoughts. His face turned red to his ears, and he couldn't help hanging his head and waiting to be scolded.

"This classmate is in a state of anxiety on the stage. You don't respect the performance, blaspheme the art, and despise the crotch. People like you shouldn't choose any performance. They don't want to play. There are people waiting!"

What a child!

Her rigidity and distraction made Professor Zhou blow his beard and stare. To old comrade Zhou, who had always been serious about academic issues, this was simply a treacherous act.

make love!

Three loud slaps, the audience's attention quickly turned in the past. The man's sharp eyes only gently swept the field. The momentum and appearance made people unable to move their eyes. The laughter stopped and replaced with bursts of exhaust!

Without seeing the brand of casual men's clothes, he easily outlined his unspeakable lines. All the people present were professional performers, and were used to seeing all kinds of handsome men, but such a man with a knife, axe and chisel had never seen.

And his arrogance, as if people all over the world couldn't get into his eyes, which could not be imitated by many professional courses.

Perhaps he is used to the superior's calling wind and rain. Between his eyebrows and eyes, he always has the arrogance overlooking people and the arrogance that no one can match.

For a moment, the flash lights under the stage lit up.

However, the goal this time is not the school flower element, but the man who gathers cool and handsome and is instantly fascinated by a peach blossom. All kinds of photos, all kinds of flower maniacs and Cupid's arrow shot countless girls through him, growing like sprouting weeds in their hearts.

The girls screamed like crazy flowers one after another

This kind of blind worship, elements have been unable to understand, and have no mind to think about it.

At this moment, she thought about the purpose of this man.

A heart beat wildly with fear.

She desperately suppressed the impact of the cross rippling of various emotions in her heart, and watched him approach herself step by step. Her body was as tight as it was about to collapse.

Looking at the sudden cold in the visitor's eyes, Professor Zhou was confused, surprised, and couldn't help smiling: "Er Zi, it's your boy."

"Oh, uncle Zhou, I haven't seen you for a long time!" Qian Ao nodded, his face was not gentle, and sneered: "you're old. This is a swearing show? It's really tricky. You're three points into the play!"

I don't know why, no matter who scolds that woman, he feels very harsh.

No one can fucking do it except yourself!

Professor Zhou smiled unnaturally. The second son of commander Qian's family had known him since he wore open crotch pants. He was very clear about his temperament. He couldn't do anything serious when he came to the place where women gathered. He knew it immediately when he looked at the girl's eyes.